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“Stupid demons. Stupid exorcists. I want to change careers.” You mutter under your breath as you undo the buttons on your uncomfortable uniform. Maybe you should follow Shura’s lead and disregard the dress code? It’s unbearably hot today. As the jacket slides off your shoulders, a small fennec fox spirit next to you scoffs at your complaints. “You’re being dramatic,” he remarks. “Dramatic? Everything hurts. The only reason I’m stuck in this career is because of my grandfather and you,” you grumble back at the fox. Your grandfather just had to pass down Seti to you and expect you to become an exorcist. It could have been one of your older cousins, but no, he chose you. Your cousin Haruto would have been a much better candidate; he was in great shape when your grandfather decided to pass on Seti. Even now, he still has a fit physique. But no, he picked the weakest grandchild to inherit Seti. He guilt-tripped you into becoming an exorcist, constantly reminding you how much it meant to him, making you train every day, and that was before the grueling cram school started.
“Why are you acting like you’re weak and pitiful? You’re one of the top exorcists here; stop whining like a child.”
“But it hurts.” It doesn’t matter if you’re a strong exorcist; the large gash on your shoulder is nearly too much. The medic kept talking about how strong you were, asking if it hurt because you kept a straight face in front of them. Of course, it hurt; the demon not only tore through muscle, but you also had to deal with the effects of the miasma. “I’m not going to be able to use this arm for at least a month.”
Seti gives you a disapproving expression. "You'll be back to normal within a week." You observe as a hint of worry appears on his face before he quickly adopts a defensive stance. "_____," he whispers, warning you to prepare for defense.
Suddenly, a tiny demon appears and runs towards you. "Is that a hobgoblin?" You wonder why Seti seems so worried about a weaker demon, but as you look closer, you realize this one is different. "Why does it have a harness on its face?" A burgundy harness is strapped over its face, with a chain trailing behind it. "Not the hobgoblin _______!"
The one Seti is concerned about casually follows behind the hobgoblin, lazily sucking on a lollipop. You observe the man, noting that he appears to be around your age. His unusual appearance includes a spike of light green hair atop his head, with the rest of it being dark green. Your gaze travels down to his hands, where you notice long, claw-like black nails. His outfit is just as eccentric - a burgundy jacket over a striped shirt, pink shirt, yellow vest, and golden striped tie. His pants and shoes are also odd. As you open your mouth to apologize for staring, you realize he's been doing the same to you. His golden eyes meet yours, and he seems uninterested as he asks, "I'm bored. Will play with me?"
You don’t see ignore his fingers flexing as he questions you. He’s clearly a demon; you have a good idea of his idea of playing. Seti grows larger, taking a defensive stance beside you. In turn, the hobgoblin also grows abnormally large for a hobgoblin.
“I have some video games.”
His blank expression turns to confusion. “Video games?”
“Yes, don’t you know what a video game is? How long have you been in Assiah?”
“I arrived this morning.”
Nodding, you give him an awkward grin. “Well, I take it you’re here for a reason beyond most demons are, right?” He nods. “Do you want to play some video games? I’ve got them back at my apartment.” You point towards the location of your apartment building.
He glances over his shoulder in the direction you’re pointing. Big brother had told him to explore Assiah. “Okay.”
To your right, Seti gives you an incredulous look. You know he’s mentally screaming at you that you’re an idiot. “I’m _____.”
“Amaimon.”
Seti shrinks down to his normal size before jumping on your shoulder, lowering his voice to whisper in your ear. “He’s the demon king of earth!”
You nod but don’t verbally answer; of course, you know who he is. You’ve taken classes on the demon kings, and even if some of his power is locked away, you know you’ll have no chance of fighting against him, even if you were in perfect health. However, he seems bored, and maybe if you distract him, he won’t harm anyone. When you look at the demon king, you notice he’s now holding the hobgoblin by the chain, using it as a leash.
“I’m guessing it’s been a while since you’ve been in Assiah, right?”
He nods but doesn’t share anything else. I wonder if the last time he was here was when Shemihaza stopped him.
Not knowing what to talk about, you quietly lead the demon to your apartment. Should I text someone? But if you text Shura, she’ll be concerned and show up at your house. You don’t need a team of exorcists at your home to fight Amaimon, especially when he’s showing no hostility. I guess Seti can pass on a message if needed.
It's a small two-bedroom apartment, with the second bedroom sometimes used for exorcists from out of town who need a place to stay. You motion for Amaimon to step in first. “Here are some indoor shoes; you can leave your shoes on the shoe rack.” You pass him some new slippers you had just bought a few days ago. He doesn’t move; he just stares at you. “You’re not familiar with Japanese traditions?” When he shakes his head, you sigh. “We don’t wear our outdoor shoes in the house. You have to put on slippers.” Once he's in the correct shoes, you guide him and Behemoth to the living room. “Sit down, anywhere.” You tell him while crouching down in front of your game system, grabbing a handful of games to offer him, hoping they will at least partially entertain him as you reach for some games towards the back of the stack, a sharp pain shoots through your shoulder and down to your fingertips.
Despite the pain, you grab a game that you think Amaimon will find interesting. It comes with a guide to help him, even though he's never played video games before. "Here," you hand him the controller. "You can read, right? Then just follow the instructions on the TV screen." He nods in agreement and you tell him you'll be back in a minute as you rush to change out of your tight and uncomfortable uniform. You'd think exorcists would have more suitable clothing for fighting. When Seti follows you into the bedroom, you quickly shut the door and start stripping off your clothes.
“Are you stupid?” Seti didn’t waste any time before scolding you. “Why in the world would you invite a demon king into our home?” You furrow your brow at the fox’s harsh words. “He was obviously looking for a fight, Seti. There's no way any exorcists could handle him.” You toss the bloodied shirt into the laundry basket in your bedroom. “But as long as he doesn’t try to start a fight, it shouldn't be a problem. Once he’s had his fun and maybe eaten some dinner, I’ll send him back to Mephisto.” You know, Mephisto must have something to do with Amaimon being here; there was no way Amaimon could break through the barrier around True Cross without his help. “It will only be a few hours; then, we won't have to worry about him ever again.”
“Dinner? You’re going to feed him!” Seti continues to give you a look of disapproval. If your grandfather were alive, he’d be so disappointed. “Demons are bad _____. Use your brain!”
“I am using my brain.”
“You’re using it wrong.”
You don’t continue defending yourself to the fox, he’s never going to agree with you about this, there’s no point in continuing the conversation. After changing into a loose t-shirt and shorts, you join Amaimon back into the living room. He’s staring boredly at the tv while pressing buttons on the controller. “Do you like this one? If not, you can pick a different game.” You point to the stack of games on the coffee table. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I was thinking about ordering pizza.”
“Keep that disgusting thing away from me!” Seti snaps while running across the room, Amaimon’s hobgoblin seems to have taken an interest in the fox, chasing him around the living room.
“Behemoth.” Amaimon’s calls out, monotone. The hobgoblin stop chasing Seti, quickly running to stay at his master’s feet. I guess his name is Behemoth. “I saw pizza on tv. I want to try it.”
“Great, I have a menu. Let me grab it.”
As you search through the stack of take-out menus, Seti lounges on the bar, casting disapproving looks your way. You can already tell he's going to hold a grudge for weeks, even months, because you invited Amaimon over.
You lean in close to the fox spirit, speaking quietly. "I swear, this is a one-time thing." You grab the menu and walk over to the couch to show it to Amaimon.
He scans all the items multiple times, focusing closely on each picture as he reads the descriptions. Then he starts pointing at what he wants. You’re expecting one pizza, maybe an appetizer, and small dessert. No. Of course it isn’t that simple. He starts pointing at multiple items, one large pizza, a pan of lasagna, chicken wings, cheese sticks, cheesecake, tiramisu, a chocolate dessert pizza.
Your eyes widen at everything he wants, swallowing down, attempting to hide your shock as you question. “You want all of those?”
“Yes.”
Seti is still sitting on the bar, giving you a smug I told you this was a bad idea look.
“Oh, okay.” You mentally start to add up the costs, trying to figure out the average cost. You might have to eat instant ramen for the rest of this week, possibly next week, too.
“King of Earth, my human doesn’t have endless money.” Seti sighs.
“Money?”
Seti nods. “Yes, humans need it to survive in this world. She works for your brother as an exorcist, and he pays her monthly for her work. That’s how it works in this world: Humans work; their boss pays them.”
Slowly, Amaimon nods in understanding and then turns to you. “I will tell Big Brother to give you more money. How much do you want?”
“Tell your brother to triple her monthly salary.”
“Okay.”
Your eyes widen at the conversation. How did this go from you ordering pizza for Amaimon to tripling your salary? You doubt Mephisto will agree to that, regardless of what Amaimon promised on his behalf. Surely, Seti knows that just because Amaimon says you’ll get a raise in your salary, it’s not guaranteed. “_____, order me the grilled children.”
“S-sure."
With the promise of a raise in your salary, Seti suddenly seems slightly more comfortable with the demon king, though he still stays as far as possible from Behemoth. You know it’s because Seti wants more food. You’ve told him multiple times over the last year that you aren’t buying him expensive meats to save money. Though, with how defensive he had been with the king, you’re shocked he’s no longer openly showing his dislike of Amaimon.
From the corner of your eye, you notice Amaimon slipping off the sofa to shift through the games you’ve laid out before him. Even with no knowledge of video games until a few minutes ago, he picks up fast, switching the games without help, and starts a new game. You grab the phone and start the order.
The employee on the phone reads back your whole order, “Anything else?” she questions. “No, that’s all.”
“Great! That’ll be 15,000 yen. Would you like to pay over the phone or by cash when the delivery arrives?” You feel like your soul leaves your body for a moment. “I’ll pay now.”
Once you’ve ended the call, you sit beside Amaimon on the sofa. “So, what brings you to Assiah?”
He answers without sparing you a glance. “Big Brother asked me to come.”
“Oh. How long do you plan to stay?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Big Brother didn’t say, but he wants me to meet my little brother.” He speaks, unbothered if you know anything about his younger brother and Satan or not. Luckily for him, you do. Otherwise, Mephisto might take Amaimon’s head off for casually speaking of a younger brother other exorcists aren’t aware of. “Amaimon, maybe don’t tell other exorcists about Rin.”
He pauses the game and turns to give you his full attention. “I think you might be the only exorcist dumb enough to invite me to your home and have a casual conversation with me _____.” You bristle at his comment. Hating that he’s not wrong, bringing him to your home might’ve been a bit too much. Beside you, on the arm of the sofa, Seti snorts. Amusement flashes in the demon king’s eyes before he turns his attention back to the TV.
You fix your gaze on the TV, determined to ignore Seti's penetrating stare. You can practically feel his smugness radiating off of him, just waiting for Amaimon to leave so he can make a snide remark. Time seems to drag by as you wait for the inevitable knock on your door. When it finally comes, you jump up from the couch and hurry over to answer it. "Please don’t move," you tell Amaimon as you approach the door. He may not look like a typical demon, but if you study him closely enough, you'll realize that he is definitely not human.
“Hi!” A wide grin spreads across the young man's face as he greets you. His eyes glance past your shoulder into your apartment, and a brief look of confusion crosses his face before he quickly covers it up with a smile. "Is this apartment 502?" He had expected to see a small gathering with all the food he had brought, so when he sees that the place is quiet and there is only one other person in sight, he starts to worry that he may have delivered to the wrong place. "Yes, this is it." You confirm, opening the door wider for him to come in. The man steps inside and opens the bag, glancing between you and the person sitting on the sofa.
It’s a lot of food, isn’t he going to help her? Yet, the man on the sofa doesn’t even turn around to look at the doorway. Carefully, the delivery man hands you box by box. “It’s a lot; why don’t you set those down before you get the rest.”
“Right, yes, thank you.” You quickly place the three large boxes on the table before turning to grab the last few items: the desserts and Seti’s chicken. Once you’ve received everything, you thank the delivery man with a slight bow. You wait until the man steps away before closing the door.
Glancing back over his shoulder, the man frowns, thinking about the man sitting on the sofa. “What an asshole. Why is our generation becoming less and less respectful?”
Amaimon is by the table the moment the door closes, curiously opening the different boxes. “Let me grab some plates first.” You nudge the demon a bit to get past him where the plates are. “So, this is the pizza; you should try it first.” You slide the box towards him and point at the other options. “We can eat pizza, chicken wings, and cheese sticks using our hands. But for the other items, use a fork.” You pass him a fork. Amaimon nods before grabbing some of everything. You bite your tongue to keep from commenting he should eat dessert at the end of the meal when he digs into one of the cakes. “Do you have food like this in Gehenna?”
“No. I can see why Big Brother loves Assiah so much. Human food is good.”
You grin at his comment; there’s so much food he needs to try. I wonder if he’ll like traditional Japanese food. He’ll probably like other Western food, too. A burger place you occasionally go to with Shura pops into your mind. A sharp pain in your little finger jolts you back to reality. “____. Stop.” The look Seti is giving you screams he knows what you’re thinking. Oh shit, what am I thinking? You scrunch your nose. “Mephisto loves to eat instant ramen; he’s probably going to offer it to you for lunch or dinner tomorrow if you haven’t had it already.”
“Assiah has changed a lot since I was last here.” He comments, licking his lips to remove the bit of pizza sauce. “Big Brother gave me this key.” Amaimon holds the key to your face, one you haven’t seen before. “He says I can travel anywhere I want with it.” Your jaw drops in disbelief. Is that the eternity key? “Where should I go?” You just stare; Mephisto gave Amaimon that key? Does he really trust him that much? “_____?”
“Oh, right. Maybe stay in Japan? You might like Tokyo.” He wouldn’t stand out as much walking around Tokyo, it being a popular place for people to dress in different styles and cosplays.
He nods. “Okay, I will go to Tokyo tomorrow.” He picks up a slice of the chocolate pizza, eyeing it curiously.
Three hours later, Amaimon is still in your apartment. After eating everything other than the few pieces of pizza you had, Seti’s chicken and a couple of chicken wings he dropped to Behemoth, Amaimon started to explore your home. He didn’t ask; he just stared curiously around the kitchen and living room before doing whatever he wanted. Ignoring Seti snapping at him, he shouldn’t even go to your bedroom without permission, especially he shouldn’t snoop around your items. He didn’t care. Amaimon continued as he pleased.
It's almost midnight and you're feeling both tired and a little anxious that Amaimon won't leave. He's still sitting on the sofa next to you, completely absorbed in a manga series that he is only halfway through. There are six more volumes waiting for him on the coffee table. "Amaimon."
“Yes?”
Taking a deep breath, you finally decide to speak up. “You can take these home with you; I really need to sleep.”
He nods, unfazed as he gathers up the books. "Okay, bye." He pulls out the key from his pocket, most likely to return to Mephisto's house. The moment the door closes, Seti explodes. "Why didn’t you ask him to leave hours ago? You idiot!”
“And where have you been?” Mephisto raises a brow as his office door opens. “I was expecting you back hours ago.”
“I found a human, _____ _____.”
Mephisto lets out a dramatic sigh. "Please tell me that you didn't cause any harm to her. She's one of my best."
Amaimon states bluntly, "She invited me over for dinner and to play video games at her house." He doesn't show any emotion in his tone, it's difficult to gauge how he felt or reacted to the invitation.
Mephisto shifts in his seat, glaring at Amaimon with a warning. "She's still alive, correct?"
The King of Earth nods. “Big Brother, can I have her?”
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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“Really? Why is someone here?” you grumble, grabbing the phone from your nightstand. “It’s not even seven yet.” As you try to sit up, you inadvertently press on your injured shoulder. Seti raises his head briefly before turning away, determined not to wake up. There’s another knock at the door.
“I’m coming! Give me a moment.” I swear, if it’s Shura, I’m going to kill her. You have today off; you should be sleeping in until noon.
You open the door. It’s not Shura. "What are you doing here?" A green-haired demon stands before you, dressed in black shorts and a white t-shirt featuring an anime girl. He gazes at you blankly. "We’re going to Tokyo, remember?”
You slowly shake your head. "No, I wasn’t informed I was going. Also, what’s with your outfit?" You look at the girl with pink hair on his shirt. Amaimon notices your attention. "Big Brother said I should wear it. I mentioned yesterday that we’re going together.”
You replay the conversation from last night in your mind. "Amaimon, you specifically said, 'I will go to Tokyo tomorrow.'"
“Oh.” He tilts his head while examining your baggy sleep shirt. “Well, I’m taking you with me. Change your clothes; I don’t want others to see you like that.”
“Don’t worry; I don’t want others to see me looking this awful, either. Also, why am I going?”
A puff of pink smoke appears behind Amaimon. “Miss ____!”
Without hesitation, Amaimon slams the door in his older brother’s face. The Earth King stares at you. “I told you; I don’t want others to see you like that.”
There’s a meek tap at your door. “Miss ____, I’d like to speak to you,” Mephisto calls out.
“Go change.” He orders, monotone.
It’s too early for this. Engaging in an argument with a demon as powerful as him feels futile, so you retreat to your bedroom. “This is all your fault,” Seti snaps from the bed. “Now we have to go to Tokyo.” He despises crowds, and now he’s facing a trip to Tokyo during rush hour. “You can stay here,” you suggest. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.” You pull off your baggy t-shirt and throw it over Seti to quiet him. The fox mutters under his breath about how annoying young adults are while you change into a light green summer dress.
Amaimon watches you intently as you leave your bedroom before shrugging and opening the door. Mephisto remains outside, waiting calmly. “I apologize for the surprise visit, Miss ______.” His gaze shifts to Amaimon. “My dear brother mentioned that the two of you would be going to Tokyo.”
You stare hard at Mephisto. There’s no way he believes you actually said you’d go with Tokyo and hang out with a demon king. “I didn’t. There was never anything to agree to; I was under the impression he’d be going on his own.”
“I want to go with you.”
Mephisto hums to himself, “Why don’t we have a private conversation, Miss _____?” He offers to clarify things.
Amaimon answers for you. “No.”
“Ah, I see he’s going to be stubborn. Very well.” With a snap, you’ve shifted to another location. “I’m sorry. I understand this is highly inappropriate, but Amaimon likely won’t check here immediately if he thinks of searching for you.”
Your eyes survey the room, resembling a little girl’s bedroom at first glance, but the half-dressed anime girl pillows on the bed tell a different story. “Is this your bedroom?” You know he is a weirdo, but this takes it to another level.
“Indeed, it is. Anyway, regarding my brother. He’s shown some interest in you. Amaimon tends to get bored quickly, so please humor him today and make sure he behaves appropriately in Tokyo.” Mephisto appears slightly annoyed, though you’re unsure why he’s the one annoyed when you’re the one babysitting. Then, he pulls out a credit card. “You can use this card. Just try not to overspend.” He looks almost tearful as he hands you the card. “Don’t worry, he’ll lose interest in you in a few days,” Mephisto assures, snapping his fingers as he raises his hand.
Warm arms envelop you a moment later. "Where did Brother take you?" You realize you're in Amaimon's embrace, trying to pull away, but he tightens his grip, drawing you closer to his chest. "_____, where did brother take you?" Though his voice is monotone, his tight hold indicates he’s upset. "He just wanted to talk to me about going to Tokyo with you and give me a credit card. I’ll go with you, but you need to behave.”
“Okay.”
“Also let me go.”
“…fine.”
Getting to Tokyo is a breeze, thanks to the eternity key Mephisto let his younger brother borrow. But the real issue? The overwhelming crowds. Seti is sulking, making it clear just how miserable he feels, while Amaimon is just too curious for his own good, poking and prodding at everyone’s belongings. "You can’t go through her bag!" you snap, yanking the demon away from a random woman at the crosswalk.
“Why?”
You pull him from the crowd towards a small alleyway. “It’s inappropriate.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t touch other people, okay?”
He pokes your shoulder. “Can I touch you?”
Seti jumps on the shoulder Amaimon is poking. “No, you can’t touch her! Don’t touch anyone, especially her!”
Amaimon shrugs, unfazed by the annoyed fox. "Okay." He focuses his gaze on you. "Big Brother said Tokyo has plenty of fun things. Show me them." What does a demon king find entertaining? This is his first visit to Assiah in a long time, so everything is new to him. "Why don’t we start with breakfast?" You can look up some tourist attractions for him to choose from during breakfast based on his interests.
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“This is good.”
“That’s not breakfast,” Seti grumbles as you watch Amaimon shovel another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. You interject, eager to silence Seti’s complaints. “I’m surprised they opened this early.” You laugh, but even with the early hours, they seemed taken aback when someone came in to order ice cream. There go my plans of us dining at a restaurant while I scroll through options for activities on google. “There’s a lot to do in Tokyo, but I have no idea what your interests are.”
“My interests? I like fighting.”
“Yeah, that’s not an option here. Let’s think of something else.”
“Okay.”
You look around for some inspiration, spotting a flyer for an arcade nearby. "How about we go to an arcade? There's likely something you'd like there."
“What’s an arcade?”
Still being in the middle of the day, Tokyo looks rather ordinary. Nothing lit up that really shows off what many think of when they think of large cities like Tokyo. Japanese arcades, on the other hand, are a complete sensory overload. Amaimon’s eyes widen as he takes in the neon lights, flashing screens, and sounds emanating from the arcade. Thankfully, with it being first thing in the morning, there’s only a handful of people. The demon king walks into the arcade, seemingly focused on something in the back. “Wait, Amaimon! You need tokens!”
A racing game. His attention had been on a racing game. “Amaimon, you can’t play the game without tokens.” You point towards a machine that dispenses tokens. “Come with me; we’ll get some tokens.” You tug him away from the racing game.
“How many games do you want to play?” The screen on the token machine shows so many different options, packages, and membership options. “All of them.”
“Naturally,” you reply with a sigh, retrieving the card Mephisto provided. “I’ll start with three hundred tokens.” Next to the machine are several small baskets designated for guests to hold their tokens. Consequently, you find yourself needing to use two baskets. Amaimon takes both.
“_____, what do I do?”
“Sit down.” Instead of standing over him trying to explain, you walk around to sit on the seat beside him. Leaning forward, you point toward his feet. “So, you have to press this with your foot to make the car go. It’s the pedal.”
Now, you’re not a master at this racing game, but you’re pretty good at it, and yet. You frown at the You Lose message on your screen, and you notice Amaimon’s screen displaying WINNER next to you. You let your forehead rest on the steering wheel. “_____ , what are those for?” He gestures to the tickets flowing from the machine. “They’re tickets for winning prizes.” You direct his attention to the counter showcasing the prizes.
After about twenty minutes of demonstrating the various games that caught Amaimon's interest, he finally wandered off on his own to play games. Needing a distraction, you shuffle over to the claw machines, their bright lights flickering invitingly. To your left, Seti exhales loudly, his frustration palpable. "This is exhausting," he grumbles, unhappy with the situation. “Are you going to complain all day? You can go home.”
“And leave you alone with a demon king.”
“I’ll be fine; Mephisto approved it. I doubt he’d let Amaimon run loose if he was concerned.”
“I don’t trust Mephisto, and you shouldn’t either,” Seti warns.
Seti isn’t wrong, and you know this. However, what the hell does he expect you to do? You can’t just tell Mephisto no; after all, Amaimon isn't causing any problems right now.
“_____. What’s this?” Amaimon peeks out from behind a machine in the back. “It’s Taiko No Tatsujin, a drum game.” You insert a few coins into the machine and pass the mallet to Amaimon. “It’s pretty easy. Just keep time with the beat.”
Then he hits it hard. “No! Amaimon, stop!” Quickly, you reach out to grab his arms. “That’s too hard, you’ll break it.”
He stares blankly at you. “What? I didn’t hit it hard.”
“Just be gentler. Otherwise, it’ll break.”
“Okay, could you let me go?” Amaimon questions you; it’s then that you notice your own hand reaching across him, fingers wrapping around the arm that is farthest from you. With a jolt, you jerk your hand back, a rush of embarrassment flooding through you. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
“I’m curious about this game. You can hang on to me after if you want.”
An intense feeling of hatred starts to leak around you. “Seti.” His hatred is nearly tangible at this point. “Please, stop.” You tap him with your foot; he knows better than to pick a fight with a demon this strong, yet he’s on the edge of starting one. “Seti, we’re in the middle of a mall.” You attempt to calm him away. “Are you stupid? Did you not just hear what he said?”
“It was a joke.”
“You are stupid.”
Amaimon is exhausting. He was serious when he said he would play every game. It takes him a few hours to complete his task, just barely lunchtime, and you just want to crawl back into your bed. Beside you, the demon king has a huge bag of candy he won with all the tickets.
"What do you want to do now?" you ask as you exit the arcade. Amaimon scans the various options in the mall but then eyes the floor below. He must be hungry. You follow him closely, opting not to suggest anything unless he asks. "This one. It’s like what Big Brother eats," he says, pointing to a ramen shop. He probably saw Mephisto eating some after returning last night. "Yes, it’s better than the instant noodles your brother has," you reply as you enter the restaurant. A friendly young woman welcomes you with a bright smile.
"No, we’ll start with an appetizer, and you can get extra noodles." You take the menu from Amaimon, who was about to order many different dishes. You lower your voice. “Amaimon, humans don’t eat that much. We can go to another restaurant later." He seems ready to argue at first but ends up nodding in agreement.
"So, what else do you want to do today besides playing games and eating?" You ask, taking a sip of your tea.
Amaimon shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. What do humans usually do?"
"Well, there are lots of things we can do," you say, thinking of all the activities people usually do on weekends. "We could go shopping, watch a movie, visit an amusement park..."
When Amaimon just responds with a blank stare, you bite back a groan. Of course, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know if he can sit through a two-hour-long movie.
Seti then bites your finger. “You can’t take him to an amusement park.”
“Right.” You nod, agreeing with the fennec fox. You still aren’t sure how he’ll act in that situation, and since Mephisto asked you to watch him, there’s a possibility Amaimon might harm someone in a place like that. Especially if he has a temper or something. You don’t know yet. “So maybe let’s go shopping?”
Like his older brother, Amaimon shows interest in otaku culture. While visiting a store, he eagerly selects any item that captures his attention, picking random merchandise from various anime without any prior knowledge. Yet, this doesn’t seem to concern him. You're left wondering if he even realizes that what he's buying is linked to something he might watch.
After exploring the store for some time, Amaimon collected several cosplay items, fan merchandise, and other interesting finds that piqued his interest during his visit.
The cashier is an adorable young woman in cosplay, blending cuteness with a hint of sexiness. "Is this all?"
You observe the scene before you, your brow arching in curiosity as the young woman boldly casts her gaze at Amaimon. With an innocent yet playful smile, she positions herself just in a way that pushes her cleavage out a bit. When the cutesy approach doesn’t work, she goes with a sultrier appeal. “If you require anything else, just let me know…” she purrs, extending her hand slowly. Her fingertips glide lightly over the demon’s hand.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” Seti scoffs as you just shrug. Given her job in this shop, she’s likely an otaku who prefers guys with similar interests. Your gaze drifts to Amaimon—though peculiar, you can’t deny his vessel is rather attractive. The same goes for Mephisto, though you’d rather be dragged to hell than admit that.
“What are you doing?” Amaimon asks bluntly, eyeing her with indifference. You notice the woman’s face turning red with embarrassment. Most people would have discreetly dismissed her attempts.
She lowers her head, apologizing. “Oh, sorry. I thought we could hang out sometime.”
You thrust your credit card toward her, eager to flee this awkward situation, and quickly exit the shop, leading Amaimon into a park as Seti follows behind.
“Did that idiot really want to be in a relationship with him?” Seti shakes his head. When Amaimon looks at him with curiosity, Seti adds, “Boyfriend, girlfriend, partners? You don’t have those in Gehenna? I suppose it makes sense; demons are too heartless—”
“_____ is my girlfriend.”
Seti's fury feels almost palpable as the fox grows in size, towering over you and Amaimon, who responds with an unimpressed gaze at the fox spirit. “I don’t care if you are a king; if you touch her, I will kill you.”
A deep sigh leaves you; Mephisto better pay extra.
Chapter Text
“Amaimon, why do you think I’m your girlfriend?”
Amaimon pushes his pink lollipop to one side of his mouth to speak clearly. “Big Brother said I can have you.”
"Of course, he did." You let out a sigh. Beside you, Seti grows in size, preparing himself for a confrontation in which he has no hope of winning against a demon king. “Amaimon, do you know what year it is? Assiah has moved past the era of owning people.” Not completely, but you don’t have the time to provide a lesson now. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you cannot have me.” You pat the fox’s side so he’ll shrink back down to size.
Amaimon pauses, then nods, agreeing, “Yes, so you’re my girlfriend.”
“That doesn’t make sense, but okay. Sure.” Mephisto said Amaimon will lose interest in you within a few days, so until then, you’ll just humor the demon king. Easy peasy. “I’m your girlfriend.”
A pleased look spreads across the demon king’s face. What Amaimon failed to mention is that Mephisto warned him he cannot have you and, once you finish introducing him to the customs of Assiah, he should leave you alone. But you just agreed to be his, so Mephisto can’t get in the way.
Seti's ears twitched with irritation as he observed the exchange between you and Amaimon. His sharp eyes narrowed with distrust towards the demon king.
You exchanged a wary glance with Seti, who responded with a low growl under his breath. With Amaimon's enigmatic nature and unpredictable whims, Seti has to be the level-headed one since you’re acting like such an idiot. “He’s seen Tokyo and had lunch. Can we go now?”
“Amaimon, can we go?”
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“You’re my girlfriend; why do you sound so surprised.” He blinks, looking confused. “Isn’t that how it works ______? So, kiss me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
You glance at Seti, who stubbornly turns his head. He tried to warn you, and you wouldn’t listen. You can get yourself out of it—stupid human.
“…we’re in public. It’s rude to kiss in front of others.”
Amaimon’s eyes scan the area. “Nobody else is around.”
“Oh. Right.” Seti snorts at your reply. “I can’t kiss you when you have a lollipop in your mouth.”
He raises a brow, crunching the candy in his mouth. Amaimon tosses the stick to the side, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes as he steps closer, his face mere inches from yours. His breath is warm against your skin. Seti lets out an exasperated sigh, muttering something under his breath about how stupid his human is. Seti's small form tensed, his tail flicking in agitation as he watched Amaimon lean in closer to you.
As Amaimon's face drew near, his lips almost brushing against yours, Seti couldn't hold back any longer. With a fierce growl, he lunged forward, sinking his sharp teeth into Amaimon's hand before swiftly darting away.
Amaimon recoiled in surprise, his golden eyes widening slightly at the unexpected attack. His gaze shifted from his injured hand to Seti, who stood a few feet away, baring his teeth defiantly. The demon king's expression darkened, a dangerous glint passing through his eyes as he regarded the fox spirit.
Realizing Amaimon is possibly about to harm Seti, you grab the front of Amaimon’s burgundy jacket, pulling him into a kiss.
The unexpected kiss takes Amaimon by surprise; his eyes widen, and he freezes for a moment. His lips, which were just inches away from yours, are now pressed firmly against yours. Seti observes with a blend of shock and disapproval as you take matters into your own hands to protect him.
Amaimon gradually relaxes into the kiss, a subtle curiosity intertwining with the initial shock. However, just as swiftly as it started, you pull away, abruptly breaking the kiss. Amaimon blinks, appearing almost dazed by the sudden end of this encounter.
Your eyes widen at his expression as a slight blush colors his cheeks. Was that his first kiss? No, that can’t be; he’s too old. Then it hits you—Amaimon’s soul may be ancient, but his vessel is not. Judging by his reaction, it’s likely been quite some time since he experienced intimate physical touch with another person, and that vessel most likely has never experienced it. “Are you okay?” You question, unsure what else to do.
Amaimon's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he takes a step back, his usual composure returning. "That’s odd," he muses cryptically as if filing away the experience for future reference. Seti lets out a low growl, still wary of the demon king's intentions.
“Odd? What’s odd?” You frown.
His gaze locks onto yours for a fleeting moment before he confidently strides toward you, pressing his lips firmly against yours. This time, he takes control, guiding the kiss with a tilt of his head, letting his warm tongue glide sensually along your lower lip. You feel the sharpness of his claws digging into your hip as you hesitate to part your lips for him. But when an involuntary gasp escapes you, he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, teasingly brushing it against yours.
As he pulls away, a deeper blush spreads across his cheeks, and the tips of his ears are flushed red. It’s strange seeing him so visibly flushed, yet his expression remains stoic as if nothing has occurred. His body and mind seem slightly disconnected.
The intense flavor of strawberry candy lingers on your tongue, causing your face to flush. Unlike the king, your body and emotions respond similarly. Stiffly, you stand there, staring at Amaimon, uncertain of what to do next.
“You’re disgusting!” Seti growls, pulling you from your stupor. “It’s bad enough you kiss him, but then allow him to kiss you like that?”
“I didn’t let him- ugh, never mind. Let’s go.”
Amaimon had miraculously allowed you to go back home alone. He seemed absentminded when he waved off as you returned from Tokyo.
“You don’t realize what you’ve done, do you?” Seti jumps on the back of the sofa as you enter the apartment. “What are you talking about, Seti? Mephisto said he has a short attention span; he’ll move on within a few days.” You shrug.
“_____.”
“Yes?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Seti-“ The fox spirit cuts you off. “The Earth King does have a short attention span, but have you ever thought that maybe if he finds something interesting enough, he might hyperfocus on it?”
You scoff at the idea. “Luckily, I’m not interesting enough for that. I’m exhausted, though. I’m going to sleep.”
“Treat your shoulder first; you don’t want to get an infection.” The little fox orders.
“Right, thanks, Seti.” As you walk toward the bedroom, you slide your dress off your body. Bandages cover your shoulder; you should have changed them last night, but you were so exhausted from your house guest that you completely forgot. This morning, you didn’t have any time to take care of it either. The fox follows you into the bathroom, hopping onto the sink to get a better view of your wound as you remove the bandages. “You really should see a doctor to have them treat and rewrap it. You’re terrible at taking care of yourself.” You frown at the fox in the mirror, but he’s not wrong; it doesn’t seem to be completely closed, and you might need some stitches. “I really don’t want to leave and have to go to the hospital.” You groan, poking at the wound. Seti bites your arm. “Idiot, don’t touch it- call Mephisto and tell him to send a doctor. He can at least send you a doctor if you have to babysit his brother.”
“You’re right.”
“Oh, so I’m finally right about something now?”
“Grumpy old man.” You grin, flicking his ear. “I’ll call for someone now.”
The someone who shows up is an old classmate, grinning brightly as he recognizes you. “_____!” He opens his arms wide to pull you into a warm hug, having always been very affectionate. “How have you been?”
You return the hug the best you can. “Other than the gash on my shoulder pretty good, and you?”
“Great!” His eyes lock on Seti. “Hey, Seti-“
“Don’t touch me.” The little fox snaps as Daigo attempts to reach for the little fox.
Daigo’s grin falters for a moment, but then he refocuses his attention on you. “What happened?” Gently lifting your chin, he tilts your head to the side for a better look at your shoulder. You let out a huff, replying, “A demon, what else?” He rolls his eyes, pressing a cotton ball against the wound with a bit more pressure than necessary. “Details, idiot.”
"An inexperienced exorcist was assigned to a mission that was beyond their capability; I was shielding them when the demon got too close.” You frown, “It hurts, and I hate it. The asshole bit me.”
“The demon or the exorcist?”
“Shut up, Daigo.”
"You never know; I know a few people who wouldn’t mind taking a bite," he laughs, pulling out some clean bandages. “One of them is my coworker who works at the hospital. Do you remember Kouki?”
“...I have a boyfriend.” Technically, this isn’t a lie since Amaimon has decided you’re his girlfriend, and you agreed.
A look of shock spreads across Daigo’s face. “You? You have a boyfriend?”
“It’s not that surprising! You haven’t seen me in almost a year, alright?”
Daigo shrugs. “Alright, so who is the lucky guy? Do I know him? Is he an exorcist?”
“He’s not an exorcist,” you mumble, and to your left, Seti lets out a snort.
Once Daigo has patched you up, he collects his supplies and gives you a farewell as he steps out of your apartment.
“Finally, I can rest.”
Just as you start to relax, a knock interrupts your peace. “Are you kidding me?” you mutter, standing up. You’re surprised by the figure on the other side of the door. “Amaimon, do you need something?” You were so sure he wouldn’t return until tomorrow, if ever again. Nevertheless, you step aside, letting the demon king enter. Yet, as he approaches, he recoils slightly. With an unsettlingly blank expression, he comments. “You smell disgusting.”
“Uh.”
“Why do you smell like a man?”
“Huh?”
“Who touched you?”
“Huh?"
Seti scoffs. “He can smell Daigo on you. I warned you, idiot.” The fox casts a weary glance at Amaimon; he’s clearly starting to grow attached. “A doctor came and treated the wound on her shoulder.”
You have so many questions. Seti jumps on the back of the sofa to get closer to you. Lowering his voice, he gives you an order. “Go change your clothes; I’ll explain later.”
Rather than stressing over your outfit, you slip on a sleep shirt and shorts, hoping you’ll finally get to rest when Amaimon leaves. When you reenter the living room, you find Amaimon nearly hovering over you, as if he’s examining you. “What are you doing?" you ask, but he remains silent. Instead, he steps around to your sofa, looking at you expectedly to sit beside him.
You barely settle onto the sofa when Amaimon pins you underneath him. He gazes into your eyes for a moment before lowering his head and pressing his warm lips against yours. As he pulls away, a faint blush returns to his cheeks again. It’s painfully cute. So, when he leans in for a second kiss, you shyly wrap your arms around his shoulders and welcome him as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Tilting his head for a better angle, his lips work against yours. He pulls away again, his face a darker shade of red, and like in Tokyo, the blush spreads to his ears.
Seti mutters something about you being disgusting before running out of the living room. Amaimon pulls you into another kiss, and it’s obvious he knows what he’s doing; he’s not kissing you like an awkward teenage first kiss, but how his body reacts is interesting. Amaimon obviously finds it just as interesting because after keeping you pinned to the sofa, lips pressed against yours for a few more minutes, he sits up and touches one of his cheeks, then his ear.
Notes:
Because Amaimon's vessel is so young, I thought it would be interesting for him to become flustered by simple kissing just because he's never done that in this vessel before. Also, Amaimon finds it odd that his body is reacting so sensitively.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Chapter Text
"He’s becoming attached to you. You need to nip it in the bud now.” Seti warns, jumping onto your bed. You turn your back to him, annoyed. “I’m exhausted; I know you are too. Let’s just sleep. It can wait until tomorrow.” You complain, moving to the side of the bed to leave the fox a bit of space. It’s too early to fall asleep, but you're exhausted after being woken so early. You don’t want to wait another few hours.
“Every minute you take brushing it off, he’ll grow more attached. Call Mephisto.”
“You’re exaggerating; I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“_____.” Seti warns, but you’re too exhausted. “Come on, Seti, let’s just go to sleep. I promise it’ll be fine until tomorrow.”
You’re jolted awake the next day by a knock at the door. Checking the time, you see it’s just before seven. With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed. Though you’ve managed to get twelve hours of sleep, you still feel utterly exhausted. As you enter the living room to answer the door, something interesting catches your eye on the sofa. You take a couple of steps back. “Hey, hot Seti is back," you remark. Seti snarls at you in response. “Shut up, idiot.” Your fox familiar is perched on the sofa, appearing as a man with tanned skin and shaggy blond hair that matches the large fox ears atop his head. You know there’s a fluffy fox tail behind him as well. He’s dressed in an old t-shirt and your oversized basketball shorts. “Are those my clothes?”
“Would you rather I walk around naked?”
“Why are you even like this?” You motion to his form.
“You’re about to see—it’s your boyfriend at the door.” Just then, there’s another knock as Seti speaks. You nod and open the door. “Amaimon, could you please wait until at least nine before coming over?” You stifle a yawn.
Amaimon doesn’t even respond to you; his attention is instantly on the fox sitting on your sofa. A terrifying snarl appears on his face at the sight of Seti. “Amaimon?” You question nervously.
Seti rolls his eyes at the king’s reaction. “I told you, idiot.” Your gaze shifts from Amaimon to Seti; Seti remains relaxed on the sofa despite the angry Earth King. “Kill me, and you’ll never have a chance with her,” he comments casually, scrolling through various movie options on the TV. “He’s too attached _____.”
“Uh, Amaimon, please calm down. Seti is like my brother.”
“I feel more like a parent since I always have to look after you. You behave like an annoying teenager who won’t listen.” You frown at the fox. “I’m not a teenager.”
“Then stop acting like one. Amaimon, _____ is weak; she isn’t worth the trouble. Just leave and find someone who is worth your time.” He glanced back at Amaimon over his shoulder. “I promise you, she’s not worth it.”
As you begin to speak, a piercing glare from Seti silences you. I can’t believe he said that. While he isn’t wrong—compared to Amaimon, you’re extremely weak. You can’t even dream of being on his level, as that would be pointless. But did he really have to express it that way?
Amaimon pauses, his anger fading as he turns to meet you with a strangely blank stare. “You’re weak?” you frown and nod. “Compared to you? Absolutely.”
He tilts his head, appearing to contemplate the situation, and you brace yourself for his departure, thinking that a demon king like him wouldn’t be interested in someone so much weaker. You suppress the sting of disappointment—not because you’re necessarily falling for him, but because the notion that someone might discard you for lacking power is genuinely painful.
Seti turns on the sofa, propping his head on his hand against the backrest, prepared to watch the demon king depart.
Both of you wait calmly, though you feel a slight worry that he might decide to kill you just for being weak.
He speaks in an emotionless tone. “You’re weak, so you need someone to protect you.”
“...Huh?"
Seti narrows his eyes. "That’s what I’m here for, King of Earth.”
Amaimon blinks, his face remaining expressionless. "But I’m her boyfriend, so it should be my responsibility to protect her, right?”
Your head snaps to Seti, but he appears just as shocked as you. He recovers more quickly than you do. He glares at you. “This is what happens when you ignore me, idiot.” He then snaps something in his long-forgotten native language. Although you can't understand his words, you are sure he's saying something regarding how stupid you are. Possibly worse going off his expression.
Seti stands up and quickly makes his way toward the front door. “Uh, Seti, where are you going?”
“He hasn’t even been here five minutes, and I’ve already got a headache.” He then addresses Amaimon. “You want to be the weak human’s boyfriend? Be my guest.” Then the asshole walks out the open door.
In disbelief, you shift your gaze from the door Seti exited to Amaimon, then back again. That asshole. How could he insult you like that and then abandon you alone with the demon king?
“______, kiss me.”
“At least take me on a date first, damn.”
“…okay. Where?”
“…I don’t know.”
“So, you can kiss me until you think of something?”
“You know what? Sure. Let me go brush my teeth and change my clothes.”
You quickly step into the bathroom to brush your teeth and make yourself look a bit more put together. You wash your face, brush your hair, and take care of a couple of other tasks to feel more presentable. Finishing up in the bathroom, you head to your bedroom to get something comfortable.
Amaimon waits patiently for you in the living room. As you enter, he steps closer, but you raise your hand to push him back gently. “I’ve thought of something," you say. Amaimon frowns. "I want a kiss," Sensing that the demon king might become a bit of an asshole if he doesn’t get his way, you quickly press your lips against his cheek. “There you go,” you say, and as you pull away, your eyes widen. Gently, you lift your hand to brush against his left cheek. “Even a kiss on the cheek, huh?” A faint blush spreads across his face once again. “I’m surprised by how sensitive your vessel is. How old is it?” Amaimon glances to the side like he’s trying to remember. “Nineteen or twenty, I think.” Your eyes widen at this new information, but then it makes sense. His body is essentially an eighteen-year-old virgin. “That’s why you’re so sensitive; you’ve never been touched in this vessel.” You share with him since he seems confused by the reaction.
“Does that mean you’ve never been touched?”
“Huh?”
A clawed finger pokes your cheek. “You are blushing, too.”
Seti was right when he said he’s more like a parent than a brother to you. When you first came to True Cross, you were initially excited about the freedom it offered. However, you quickly realized there was no freedom to be had; Seti was much stricter than your parents. You rarely had time to spend with friends, let alone a boyfriend. It wasn’t until the last couple of years that he eased up enough for you to have a social life. Unfortunately, thanks to him, you became too socially awkward to start being social. So yes, you’re in the same boat as Amaimon’s vessel.
“No, I’m not.” You deny; if you can’t see it, you can easily deny it.
“Really?”
You nod.
Amaimon steps forward and presses his lips against yours, reminiscent of last night. He kisses you with curiosity and intensity, his warm lips exploring yours. It's not a passionate kiss; instead, it feels like an investigation, as if he's trying to gauge your reactions through this simple act. As he pulls away, a rush of conflicting emotions washes over you. His touch lingers on your cheek for a moment before he steps back.
"You're lying," Amaimon's tone is blunt. "Your body doesn't lie, _____."
You try to keep your composure, crossing your arms defensively. "I'm not... affected by your kisses at all."
Amaimon raises a brow. “We should test it."
He leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours once again. This time, the kiss lingers, a gentle pressure that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. His touch is light as a feather against your skin, prompting you to close your eyes, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation. When he pulls back slightly, his gaze remains locked on you, searching for any sign of your reaction.
"You're enjoying this," Amaimon bluntly states.
You groan, pushing him away. “It would be weird if I didn’t enjoy kisses from my boyfriend.”
Amaimon nods. “Yes. That’s true.”
As he steps forward to draw you into another kiss, you extend your hand, halting him. “I thought I told you to at least take me on a date.”
“Did you tell that damned earth king he can have ______?” Seti snarls, stepping into Mephisto’s office.
The King of Time lifts his head, slightly surprised to see the humid fox. “Of course not. I simply instructed him to leave her alone after she finishes introducing him to the customs of Assiah during this time period, primarily in Japan. Much has changed since his last visit.”
“So, tell me why he’s claimed her as his.”
“He what?”
“Amaimon bluntly stated, ‘_____ is my girlfriend,’ and added, ‘Big Brother said I can have you.’”
“Well, as long as Miss ____ turned him down, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“She didn’t.”
Mephisto’s eyes widened. “Oh dear, and why wouldn’t Miss ____ turn him down? It’s odd she accepted; you didn’t warn her otherwise?”
“Someone told her Amaimon has a short attention span and that he’ll move on within a few days.”
Mephisto lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I didn’t instruct Miss _____ to agree to any requests he might make beyond learning about Assiah. My only request was for her to introduce him to the modern world. Knowing Amaimon, he will most likely get bored and move on within a month.”
“You can’t be certain of that.”
"Indeed, regrettably, Miss _____ has restricted herself to only two potential outcomes concerning her relationship with Amaimon. While we hope for the best, should he develop an obsession with her, we can only wish that she reciprocates his feelings. If not, this could lead to a toxic yandere dynamic."
Seti’s face twisted in disgust. "Must you use such ridiculous terms when discussing something so important?”
Mephisto smirks. "Alright, let’s hope Amaimon doesn’t become a clingy, delusional, and manipulative sadist.”
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Chapter Text
Hot Seti sits on your sofa, arms crossed and looking upset. He has just returned from a meeting with Mephisto, sharing with you all that the King of Time revealed to him.
“So,” you begin, feeling a bit awkward. “Amaimon will either get bored of me by the end of the week, or he might become attached since he’s weird. If I don’t accept him, there’s a chance he could turn into a yandere. Did I miss anything?”
Seti glares at you. “Why are you using that stupid word in a serious situation?”
“At least he’s hot.”
The fox spirit snarls your name.
"What am I supposed to say? If he ends up getting attached for some strange reason, there’s nothing I can do about it."
“Don’t allow him to get attached."
"How do I do that?"
“You can begin by not kissing him.”
“Okay, that’s fair.”
“So, you’ll stop? Just tell him you are busy when he tries to get your attention. He’ll begin to lose interest in you, and by the end of the week, all of this will be forgotten.” “Okay, sounds good.”
However, that’s not how it works—Amaimon doesn’t care if you’re busy. He will sit back and observe as you do whatever assignment you have. Despite your efforts to appear uninteresting over the past four days, he shows no signs of losing interest whatsoever.
You place the paperwork you’re working on down and turn to face Amaimon, who is sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. “Amaimon, I think maybe you should look for someone else. Someone better.” You awkwardly try to end things, as nothing else has worked. But he stares at you as if you’re the most interesting person in the world. How can you get him to lose interest? “There are people out there who are far more interesting than I am.” You throw yourself under the bus, and when he remains silent, you continue. “So, what’s your type? Maybe like the girl at the shop in Tokyo?”
The king pauses momentarily, his blank expression slowly contorting into a look of irritation. “Are you trying to break up with me?”
“No. I mean yes, I mean—” You groan as you drag your hand over your face. “I’m just a boring human; Seti is right. Compared to you, I’m weak and uninteresting. There are other humans who are far more interesting than I am. You’ve only been here a short—” Your words are cut off by warm lips pressing against yours. “I don’t like hearing you say that.” The demon pins you against the sofa, his lips hovering just above yours. “You don’t like me?” he questions. “I do! It’s just—” He kisses you again. “Then why are you trying to break up with me?”
“…I don’t know.”
What’s wrong with me? I don’t actually want to break up with him. You groan as Amaimon stares at you, patiently waiting for an answer. Seti had warned you before he left that you needed to stop fooling around and end things with Amaimon today. But you’ve gotten so used to him sitting beside you while you do paperwork, watching you curiously with something new to him, his tone that somehow sounds childish and bored at the same time. But Seti insisted that if you don’t end it now, he’ll become attached, and breaking up later would be impossible. I can’t bring a demon king home to my family during the holidays. Merry Christmas, here’s my demon king boyfriend. Why am I even thinking about Christmas? It’s months away. Then it hits you. “Wait, I like you.” His expression remains unchanged, but he quickly presses his lips against yours, clearly satisfied with your revelation. “I’m going to hell.”
“That’s okay. You can be my queen in Gehenna.”
Seti is going to kill me.
Amaimon tilts his head, leaning in once more to catch your lips. His mouth is warm and inviting, and with your newfound revelation, you can’t help but melt into the kiss, savoring it fully without a single worry on your mind. He glides his tongue along your lower lip, prompting you to part your lips and allow him to stroke his tongue against yours. A sweet flavor dances on your tongue, reminiscent of the candy he had been eating while watching you work.
But it doesn’t last as long as you’d like. Without warning, Amaimon pulls away and rolls off the sofa, sitting up with his back against it. “This vessel,” he complains, leaning his head back on the sofa and staring at the ceiling. Concerned, you sit up. “What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t kissed you that much. Is it always this sensitive?” He speaks more to himself and given the way his hands are positioned in his lap, it’s clear what he’s referring to.
“It’s a normal reaction for young men.”
He turns his head to look at you. “Aren’t you hilarious? I’m aware. But this vessel is more sensitive than my last.” He admits.
You lean forward and gently run your fingers along his ear. “You’re blushing again.”
“So are you.”
“Yes, well, seeing me blush isn’t quite as interesting as witnessing a demon king do the same.” You chuckle softly before rising from the sofa. “I disagree _______.” Amaimon seizes your wrist, drawing you down onto his lap. When you notice the position, your face heats up, and Amaimon watches with interest as the slight blush that had been on your face spreads along your whole face. He lifts his hands to gently run his fingers along your face. “You’re beautiful ______.”
Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel yourself getting lost in his golden gaze. His touch is surprisingly gentle, contrasting with his usual enigmatic demeanor. Amaimon's thumb traces the curve of your cheek.
"Do you really think I’m beautiful?" you ask your voice nearly a whisper as you gaze into his mesmerizing golden eyes.
"More than just beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "You are intriguing, captivating... irresistible."
You stare at him in disbelief, shocked by his words. Can he really feel that way about you? He’s attached now, isn’t he? You question yourself as you gaze into his eyes. Seti is going to be furious with you. You were supposed to break up with the demon today, but instead, you’ve grown closer to him.
As Amaimon pulls you in for another kiss, the door swings open. Seti steps into the apartment, gazing at you for a full minute before muttering to himself in his native tongue. He sounds very angry. He then switches languages. “______, you’ve done the opposite of what I told you to do.”
“…I tried.”
“Did you?”
You attempt to stand, but Amaimon wraps his arms around you, keeping you in his lap. “I did! Ask him.”
“If you did, you wouldn’t be in his arms right now.”
“But I did. It’s just that when he asked if I didn’t like him, I realized in that moment that I actually do like him.”
Seti nods, “Okay, and you’re going to take him home? Tell your parents you’ve come home with a demon? Are you going to stop being an exorcist? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Hey, it’s amazing how connected we are! I was just thinking about that too. What am I supposed to do for Christmas? But it’s ridiculous to think that far ahead. Because—"
“No. You need to plan for the future because he’s attached.” Seti glares at you. “So, tell me __________. What will you tell your parents when you come home with not just a demon but a demon king?”
“Dad said he’ll accept whoever I love as long as I’m happy.”
“I can assure you that demons were not part of his realm of possibility when he said that to you.”
Amaimon raises a brow. “You love me?”
“No. I don’t love you.” You quickly reply while standing up to approach the fox spirit.
Seti lets out a bitter laugh in response to your answer, fixing you with a cold, piercing gaze as you stand before him. “You don’t love him?” he asks cryptically. “I suggest you learn how to, or you’ll find yourself in trouble. Then again, perhaps your feelings for him aren’t the real issue here, are they? A fool like you will fall quickly enough." He leans in closer, lowering his voice, “I hope for your sake that demon is capable of love.”
“Seti-“
“Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” As he hushes you, he pulls a letter from his pocket. “You’ve got a mission.”
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It’s dark, and the air feels thick with an odd sewage scent to it. You cringe as you step into the worn-down building. Mephisto said there is a demon you need to handle here. “Maybe don’t walk into the building until the others arrive?” Seti glares up at you, once again appearing as a fox. “It’s fine. It’s just a small demon.” You brush off Seti’s concerns as you enter the building. Amaimon follows, unbothered by the scent of the demon. “What kind of demon is it?”
“Kin of Beelzebub.” Amaimon casually comments, opening a bag of chips. Just moments after he speaks, a door down the hall bursts open, sending a rush of air through the room. “Spiders? Seriously?" Two large, grotesque spiders emerge, and before you can fully take in the sight, you find yourself being pulled into Amaimon’s arms. The spot where you were just standing is now covered in a disgusting black goo. “Don’t touch that.” Amaimon orders, releasing his hold on you. “Seti, get rid of them," you command your familiar to do the one job he has, the one thing he’s meant to do as your familiar, helping protect you and exorcise demons. “Tell your boyfriend to handle it.”
Amaimon sits on a table behind you, continuing to eat his bag of chips. Making it clear he’s uninterested in fighting the demons.
“Seti, please.”
“You didn’t listen to me when I told you to wait.” The fox is unbothered by the approaching demons.
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“Do it yourself. Where is your weapon?”
“Seti, you are my weapon!”
With his back turned to you, there's an unmistakable sense that he is mocking you. Meanwhile, Amaimon remains seated off to the side, utterly unfazed by the approaching spiders.
“Don’t you have a gun?”
“Why are you being like this?” you complain, backing away as the spider advances. You don’t notice that you’ve backed into Amaimon until his arms wrap around you.
Seti lets out a disdainful scoff before beginning to grow in size, his form undergoing a dramatic transformation. With a fierce glint in his eyes, he lunges at the two spiders that pose a threat to you. Revealing his menacing fangs, Seti strikes with precision, sinking his sharp teeth deep into the delicate exoskeletons of the spiders, effectively destroying them in a flurry of movement.
As Seti eliminates the spiders with swift and lethal precision, you find Amaimon’s grip has tightened around you. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, yet you can't help but notice the indifference reflected in his golden eyes as he holds you close.
Seti turns his attention to you. “I swear, you always are such a pain ______. Maybe you should learn to rely more on weapons.”
“Seti, you are my weapon,” you grumble, reaching for the gun at your side. Without hesitation, you aim to the right and pull the trigger, sending another spider crashing to the ground.
The fox scoffs. “Oh, look at you, finding another weapon.” Yet, despite his words, he lunges at the last spider. Seti then reverts to his usual form, and you smile at him. "See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?" He shoots you an exasperated glance before shifting his focus to Amaimon.
"You could have helped," Seti says, giving the demon a pointed glare. Amaimon simply shrugs, his arms still protectively wrapped around you. “If she were actually in danger, I would have.”
Moments later, another exorcist approaches the building. “Hey! ______.” Daigo grins brightly when he notices you, but his grin falters when he catches sight of Amaimon. He feels a strange sense of unease regarding the unfamiliar figure. “Daigo, why are you here? You’re a doctor.”
“What can I say? I’m multitalented,” he jokes, standing guard as he immediately notices the murderous intent emanating from the man behind you. “Who’s your friend?”
Seti huffs. “Her boyfriend.”
“Oh. I thought he wasn’t an exorcist.”
Amaimon’s grip tightens on you, and you aren’t sure how to explain it away. “Uh, right, he’s-“
“He’s currently interested in becoming an exorcist and serving as an apprentice for her. With the impending war, they’re trying to recruit as many exorcists as possible, even if they haven’t undergone the traditional training.” Seti explains. "More powerful individuals can overlook certain requirements.”
Daigo stares, not fully believing the story, but doesn’t comment on it. “So, have you already handled the demons? ______, you aren’t supposed to go in alone.” He gently scolds you.
“I wasn’t alone; I was with them two.” You point at Amaimon and Seti.
You can tell Daigo is trying to think of what type of recruitment you’re speaking of. “So, what’s your name, anyway?” Daigo tilts his head, curiosity evident in his expression. “Ambrosius.” You blink in surprise and glance at Amaimon, but he maintains a disinterested expression.Where did the name Ambrosius come from?
“______.” Amaimon calls out your name.
“Yeah—” His warm lips press against yours before you even have a moment to comprehend what’s happening. His hands thread through your hair as he bites your lower lip, urging you to open your mouth.
As Amaimon pulls away, he takes pleasure in how flustered you’ve become, then leans in to kiss you again, completely unfazed by the fact Daigo is staring, jaw dropped. “Cute,” Amaimon comments as you bury your head into his chest.
“Okay, well, it was nice meeting you, Ambrosius. ______, I hope we don’t have to see each other again too soon because I’ll be working in the hospital for the next three weeks.” Daigo awkwardly excuses himself. “Bye, Seti.”
Amaimon gently pushes you away from his chest and leans down to kiss you again.
“He’s gone now. There’s no one here to show that _____ belongs to you. At least wait until you get home and out of this disgusting building. You two are like dealing with horny teenagers.”
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
Summary:
Seti has to deal with so much bullshit he needs a holiday. But really, he's kept reader protected for so long, and suddenly, some demon king pops up interested in her, but Seti can't do anything because reader is an adult. Shame
Notes:
I usually update on tumblr a day, maybe two earlier than I post here just because sometimes I forget. If. you're interested, my tumblr is fanfictionstuff
Chapter Text
“I'm sorry, but I have to go back to work now since my arm is mostly functional,” you tell the demon king, who is standing in your living room while you read through the orders you received. Essentially, you're just babysitting. “I’ll call you when I’m done, alright?” Amaimon looks at you with a blank expression. “Can I go?”
“No. A demon king following around an exorcist-“
“They’d probably execute you.”
“Thanks, Seti.”
You turn back to Amaimon, but before you can say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. “Okay. Bye.”
As the door shuts behind him, you turn to Seti. “I feel like that was too easy.” He snarls back at you. “You’re going to jinx yourself.”
At the amusement park, while keeping an eye on the exorcists in training, you would soon come to the realization that you had indeed jinxed yourself. You found yourself standing in front of a food stall, wishing it were open when suddenly, it happened.
An earthquake nearly knocks you off your feet, and Seti huffs in annoyance beside you. “What was that?!”
Seti’s tone is dry. “A demon.”
“Why is there a demon? It was supposed to be a child’s ghost! Damn it, let’s go.” You start running toward the area where you believe the demon is hiding, only to realize that the fox isn't following. “Seti?!”
He sighs, “Go ahead, I’ll catch up. You have enough weapons.”
What is wrong with him? However, you can’t afford to waste time on the temperamental fox, so you shift your focus and run toward the demon.
The first thing you notice is Rin, bloodied and beaten, lying on the ground. The second thing that catches your eye is the demon king looming above him, lamenting his boredom. You push the arrogant figure aside and kneel down to assess Rin's injuries, your focus solely on him. “_____! No," Rin cries out, panic rising in his voice as he sees the demon’s expression shift from emotionless to furious. “Get away!" Ignoring the teenager's frantic warning, you concentrate on examining his wounds, observing that some are healing right before your eyes. Your gaze shifts to Rin’s sword, now in Amaimon’s hands. “Give me that," you demand, swiftly grabbing it from him and placing it beside Rin.
“Don’t touch him.” Amaimon growls, shifting his gaze from the son of Satan to you as he grasps your wrist and pulls you closer. “Let me go; I need to check on Rin.” You struggle to break free, but Amaimon’s grip is unyielding. “I said, don’t touch him!” Amaimon demands again.
“Why did you attack Rin?”
“I wanted to play, but he’s boring.” Amaimon sounds slightly childish as he complains about Rin. “You play with me instead.” He complains. “What are you talking about? No.”
“Why?”
“Why would I want to fight a demon king?”
“I didn’t say fight.” He tugs on you again.
In the heat of the argument, Shura appears seemingly eager to help but hesitates at the strange scene unfolding before her. It’s clear that Amaimon has done a number on Rin, yet as she watches him go back and forth with you, it almost feels like a domestic dispute. “_____?” She cautiously calls out to you, “Are you okay?”
“Come with me,” Amaimon insists, lifting you off the ground and into his arms.
“Amaimon, please stop,” you plead softly. “You’re my girlfriend, so you need to come with me.” Thankfully, his voice isn’t loud enough for anyone else to hear him calling you his girlfriend. “I know, but I can’t. You’re a demon, and I’m an exorcist. They’ll think you’re controlling me if I leave with you. You’re not stupid, Amaimon. Let me go.” Frustration clouds the demon king’s face as he notices others beginning to approach. “Kiss me, and I’ll leave.”
“Are you kidding me? Amaimon, I—” His warm lips press against yours. Just like that, it was over as quickly as the kiss had begun. The demon king departs, leaving you standing alone amidst the bewildered group of exorcist trainees. The suddenness of his exit left you feeling both relieved and disoriented, and it took a moment before you could fully comprehend what had just occurred.
Shura breaks the silence first. "The hell was that about?" she asks, her tone a mix of concern and bewilderment. Seti emerges from behind a nearby tree, apparently having finally chosen to make an appearance. His ears are pinned flat against his head, clearly signaling his annoyance.
"Damn demon king," he mutters under his breath, his fox eyes narrowing. "Always causing trouble."
You let out a heavy sigh and move back to Rin's side, redirecting your focus to his injuries. "I have no idea," you lie to Shura. "But we can't worry about that right now.” You brush off the concern, but she glares at you before snapping at Rin to hide his tail.
After rambling about the situation at the amusement park, you hurry back to your apartment, eager to escape before Shura can confront you alone. The others might buy your story, but the way she looked at you made it clear that she demands more answers.
Upon entering your apartment, the first thing that catches your eye is Amaimon lounging on the sofa. He has shed his jacket and vest, now sprawled out in just his green arm warmers and a black and pink short-sleeved shirt, his golden eyes watching your every move with intense curiosity. “Why did you attack Rin today?”
“I wanted to see how strong he is; it was disappointing,” Amaimon admits.
“My friend believes you assaulted me, and now she’s discussing it with Mephisto,” you say, narrowing your eyes at the demon king. However, Amaimon remains unfazed; after all, he should be able to kiss his girlfriend whenever he likes. “What am I supposed to tell her?” you ask, standing before him. Amaimon shrugs, then pulls you into his lap, softly pressing his warm lips against yours. When he pulls away, his cheeks are slightly flushed. He’s simply adorable. Even if it’s his inexperienced vessel responding, you can’t help but find it endearing. While you gaze at the rosy hue on his cheeks, his claws gently trace your own cheeks. You’re both blushing.
As you pull away, you begin to look around. “Where is Seti?” Amaimon simply shrugs. Instead, he draws you in for another kiss.
As soon as you break the kiss with Amaimon, your phone rings, causing you to jump slightly and pull away from him. You quickly grab it from the coffee table and see Shura’s name flashing on the screen. Your heart skips a beat, and you notice Amaimon's golden eyes narrowing at the sight of the caller ID.
“Ignore it,” he commands, though a trace of desperation lingers in his voice. He wants you to leave it and doesn’t want to hear anything that could result in your separation from him. Amaimon is possessive; he’s deeply obsessed with you, in an almost unhealthy way.
You lean down to plant a quick kiss of reassurance on him. “I can’t,” you reply, easing yourself off his lap and walking into the kitchen for a bit more privacy.
Seti materializes on the counter beside you, his fox-like eyes filled with annoyance as you begin to answer Shura’s call. "You’re such an idiot.”
“Thanks, you’ve told me.” You remind him as you answer the call. “Hey Shura, what’s up?”
“What’s up? Let’s start with you explaining a couple of things: 1. Why did the demon king kiss you? and 2. Why didn’t you react?" She continues when you don’t answer right away, "Your silence isn't helping. You’d better start talking."
You swallow hard, casting a glance over your shoulder at Amaimon, who is unabashedly eavesdropping from the living room. He remained sprawled across the couch, watching you intently as if you were the most captivating thing in the world.
Seti interjects, "She's not going to explain anything to you, and frankly, it's none of your business." His frustration with the entire situation is evident.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, fox," Shura snaps over the phone, prompting Seti to flatten his ears against his head in annoyance.
Ignoring them both of them, you center your thoughts and strive to come up with a believable explanation. “I didn’t react because he caught me off guard,” you finally reply.
"And the part about him being your boyfriend?”
“You heard that?”
“Yes.”
"It was my first time meeting him, so I have no idea what he was talking about.” You lie through your teeth.
"Right," Shura says, stretching the word, clearly not buying your lie. Seti lets out a snort. You shoot him a pointed glance before returning your attention to the conversation.
"And you never met him before today?"
"No."
"But he said-"
"I know what he said, Shura. I'm telling you, I don't know why he said it."
A pause hangs in the air on the other end of the line, and you can almost hear Shura's gears turning as she attempts to piece everything together. "So, you mean to say he just showed up out of the blue and declared you his girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"Uh-huh." Skepticism drips from her voice. "Fine, don’t believe me,” you retort, annoyance creeping into your tone. “Can we move on?”
“I suppose..." she murmurs, clearly unsatisfied. The conversation shifts to the incident at the amusement park and its aftermath, yet it's evident that Shura hasn’t let go of her suspicions. You assure her that you'll meet tomorrow, and after a reluctant huff, she finally hangs up.
The moment you hang up the phone, Seti's gaze locks onto yours, his expression unreadable. “You really are an idiot,” he reiterates.
“You’ve mentioned,” you retort dryly, placing your phone back onto the countertop and leaning against it. You’re going to keep track of how many times he calls you an idiot throughout the day. For a moment, you wonder if he ever called your grandfather an idiot when he was younger.
Amaimon approaches the bar, his golden gaze flickering with detached curiosity between you and Seti. “Are you done?” he asks, his tone aloof as he strides into the kitchen, the long, claw-like black fingernails of his hands clicking softly against the countertop.
You nod, avoiding his gaze. "Yes, I'm done."
Amaimon steps in front of you, his presence commanding your attention. His piercing gaze scans your face briefly before he reaches out, gently lifting your chin with his claws to ensure you meet his eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asks, his tone as detached as ever, yet the concern in his eyes betrays his genuine worry.
"I'm fine," you shrug. "I just need to come up with a way to show Shura that I don’t know you and that I’m not your girlfriend.”
Amaimon tightens his grip on you. "You are my girlfriend," he insists, his words slipping out in a low growl that sends pleasant shivers down your spine.
“Yes, I understand. But the order must remain unaware. I can’t believe you kissed me in front of Rin and Shura.”
Amaimon raises a brow, his golden eyes lighting up in amusement. "But your lips are too tempting," he says, drawing you closer and pressing yet another kiss to your mouth.
"Stop distracting me," you grumble, though you don't pull away. You enjoy the warmth of his body pressed against yours, his soft lips brushing against your own. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you even closer.
Seti watches the scene before him with a look of disgust on his face. "Disgusting," he mutters under his breath, jumping off the counter and padding away.
Ignoring Seti's commentary, you allow your hands to wander up to Amaimon's shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles under the fabric of his shirt. "You're distracting me," you murmur against his lips. “From what?”
“Thinking of a way to reassure Shura that nothing is happening between us.” You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “Whatever, I’ll just tell her no. I honestly don’t understand why you didn’t hurt me. That kiss completely caught me off guard. My mind was on protecting Rin. That’s all there is to it.”
A flash of annoyance crosses Amaimon’s face, but he doesn’t argue. “Nobody can know.”
“Brother knows.”
“Nobody important can know.”
Seti is perched protectively on the sofa, his watchful eyes fixed on the scene. One of Amaimon’s hands pressed flat against your lower back as he leaned in to kiss you again. The fox growled softly, observing as the king clearly pushed the boundaries, his hand sliding lower. “Keep your hands above her waist.” He snaps.
Amaimon lets out an exasperated sigh but complies with Seti's demand, keeping his hands above your waist. “The fox is annoying,” he grumbles, leaning in to gently kiss your neck.
“He’s just being protective,” you respond, tilting your head to allow him better access to your neck.
Amaimon's kisses grow increasingly urgent as he trails them up your jawline. A small gasp escapes your lips when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. You pull away, eyes wide, covering the place he had touched. “I- uh.” You didn’t even know that spot was sensitive. Amaimon’s pupils dilate, and he leans down toward that place again, but you push him back, embarrassed by your response. The demon king doesn’t resist; instead, he steps back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he reaches for his own throat. He doesn’t need to voice his thoughts. He’s clearly pondering whether he has a sensitive spot as well, and your face flushes even more at the idea of discovering that spot on him.
He drops his hand and leans in toward your mouth once more. You barely notice as his right-hand slides from your waist to your shoulder until he glides the sharp claw of his thumb against the spot on your neck. You jolt and jump back again while covering the place. “Amaimon.” You whine, taking another step back.
“You’re sensitive.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I am not.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Then you won’t mind if I—”
“I’m going to make dinner. You go sit on the sofa with Seti.” You gently push the demon king toward the sofa. “What do you want to eat?”
“Wait, I want to bite you.”
“No.”
“…please?”
Seti groans. “I hate both of you.”
Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Chapter Text
“Time to go, demon.” Seti sits on the sofa, striving to project as much menace as he can in his fox form, though it isn’t very convincing. Amaimon ignores him, his eyes glued to a video game while you peacefully sleep with your head resting on his lap. Initially, you had settled beside him, but he had eventually urged you into his arms while trying to play the game at the same time. Ultimately, you both found a comfortable arrangement with you lying in his lap. However, he soon became captivated by your presence, staring at you and running his fingers through your hair until you drifted off to sleep. Once you were out, he redirected his focus back to the game. “You’re going to wake her up," Amaimon remarks, fingers still dancing over the controller. “______ needs to wake up and get into her bed anyway.” A thoughtful expression crosses Amaimon’s face as he pauses the game, now giving you his full attention. “_____. Wake up.” He gently shakes your shoulder to rouse you from sleep. “You need to go to bed.”
You groan, turning your face into the demon’s lap as you’re wakened from your sleep. Slowly, you lift your head to assess where you are before groaning and dropping your head back into his lap.
“______. Go to bed.” Seti snaps. “And you, leave.”
“Leave?”
“Yes.”
“______, can I spend the night.”
“NO!”
“I don’t care.” You mumble against his lap.
Seti growls. “If you stay here, you’re sleeping on the sofa.”
“_____, you won’t make me sleep on the sofa, right?”
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.
.
.
Amaimon is somehow more clingy in bed than during the day. As soon as you settled onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly against his chest, intertwining his legs with yours. His fingers slightly massage your waist as sleep begins to overtake you once more. You don’t pay attention to Seti’s protest, too exhausted to care about the grumpy fox or remember the fact that he usually sleeps on the bed with you.
You awaken the next morning to the sound of knocking at the door. Just as you’re about to curse Amaimon under your breath for disturbing your sleep once more, you suddenly feel something tighten around you. It dawns on you that Amaimon is in your bed. You've somehow shifted from lying on your side with Amaimon beside you, where you were snugly pulled against his chest, to now having him on his back with you resting on his chest. You notice that the demon king is wearing fewer clothes than he was when you fell asleep. The feeling of his soft skin against your hand and cheek makes your face flush with heat once more. Quickly, you pull away and sit up, embarrassment clear on your face. “Amaimon, what happened to your shirt?”
“I took it off.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s more comfortable.” Amaimon follows your lead, sitting up as well. You notice he’s wearing pajama bottoms, though you’re not completely sure where they came from, considering he was in those strange burgundy pants last night. Your eyes start to trail his body, but you quickly look away, not having expected to see all those muscles. Sure, you felt them through his shirt, but seeing them. He’s got the body of a swimmer, perfectly lean and fuck, exactly your type. Another knock at the door pulls your attention from the breathtaking king. Followed by them calling out for you. “_____, open the door or I will assume you’re in danger and break it down.” Of course it’s Shura. “Stay here. Please don’t leave my room.” You beg the king before fumbling out of bed and quickly running to the door, unbothered by the fact you’re still only in a large t-shirt and underwear. The T-shirt is long enough to hit just above your knees. “I’m fine, Shura; what time is it?” You huff while opening the door. She raises a brow. “Ten, too early for you?”
“N-no, I just.” You glance over your shoulder at your closed bedroom door. “I uh, kind of…”
Shura pauses, staring at you in confusion before it clicks. “Do you have a man over?”
“No-“
“Yes.” Seti answers, glaring at you from the sofa. Shura smirks. “Oh yeah? Do I know him? I never imagined you’d ever bring a man home, or that Seti would allow it.”
Seti growls. “I didn’t allow it.”
“So, who is it? Let me see-“
“No!” Both you and Seti yell simultaneously, then turn to stare at each other. “He’s not… dressed.” You offer a weak excuse, but you quickly realize the implications when her eyes widen in disbelief. “Not like that! I mean, I—”
“_____, stop talking.” Seti cuts in to prevent you from saying something else stupid.
Shura’s smirk grows wider. “So, are you actually seeing someone now? Or is this a one-night stand? Though, if it’s a one-night stand, tell the guy to leave, he should have left hours ago.”
“No, it’s not like that…” you stammer, trying to think of a way to rectify the situation. Your face flushes with embarrassment, and despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to find the right words.
“I see,” Shura says, raising an eyebrow. “Well, if you want him gone, just tell me. I can handle it.”
“No, I’m fine,” you say, fidgeting as you hope Amaimon follows your request and remains in your bedroom. “I’m just about to make him breakfast, so…” you hint for her to leave.
“Oh? Already being a good housewife?”
“Shura.” You groan.
“Alright, alright. I’m going, we can talk later.” She chuckles and turns to leave, winking at you over her shoulder. “Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
“That barely leaves anything off limits,” Seti mutters under his breath, sounding more disgruntled than ever.
Ignoring him, you close the door and turn back to your room. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open. Amaimon sits on your bed, his gaze fixed on the closed door. When he sees you, his eyes lock onto yours, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. “What’s wrong?” You question tilting your head.
“What?”
“You’re blushing.”
“I am?” He mumbles curiously, lifting his hands to brush against his cheeks. They do feel slightly warm. “Why am I blushing?” He questions himself curiously.
Your eyes scan over his lean body once more, then become flustered as sinful thoughts start to sink in. No ______, stop. You can’t think of a demon king like that. You scold yourself, trying to ignore the fact you’re blushing.
“Why are you-“ Amaimon starts to question but pauses; a look of realization crosses his face as he looks at you, then at himself. “You like me.”
“Yes.”
“You like this vessel.”
As embarrassment washes over you, Amaimon smirks, but you quickly step forward and press your lips against his. When you pull away, his face has turned a darker shade of red. “Yes, I like the vessel,” you mumble.
Amaimon nods, “It’s a bit annoying how sensitive it is, though.” He touches his ears as he speaks. “I think it’s cute,” you admit, glancing at him. He stares at you with lidded, bored eyes, then tugs you into his lap, positioning your knees on either side of him. His hands slip under your shirt, and he runs his claws gently over the back of your thighs. You feel a rush of embarrassment and press your head into his shoulder to avoid making eye contact. “You’re sensitive here too,” he observes, noting the way your nails dig into his shoulders. “No, I’m not,” you reply, your words muffled against his bare skin. He hums to himself and wraps his arms around your lower thighs, tilting his head to the side so you can rest more comfortably on his shoulder. “I like it," he speaks honestly.
“There’s nothing to like.”
Without warning, Amaimon drops down on the bed, taking you down with him. He watches as your eyes widen in surprise. “I like the look on your face now, too.” He admits.
“Amaimon, stop it.” You complain, burying yourself into his chest.
“Why? You don’t like that I like you?”
“It’s embarrassing.” You admit.
"You're embarrassed that I like you?" he questions bluntly.
"I'm not used to this, Amaimon," you remind him, tracing a finger along the line of his collarbone. You look into his eyes, trying to decipher the enigma that is Amaimon. He meets your gaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. You feel him shift beneath you as he lifts himself, raising you along with him. He gently cradles your face in his hands before drawing you into a kiss, his tongue gliding along your lower lip to deepen the kiss as one hand moves to support the back of your head, then drops onto his back again, causing your teeth to clash awkwardly. Yet, he maintains a firm grip, preventing you from breaking the kiss.
As you pull away from the kiss, you find yourself panting slightly. Amaimon’s golden eyes gaze blankly at you, but your attention begins to drift over the rest of his face. He seems to sense your wandering gaze, as he pulls you back against his chest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your back, deliberately obscuring you from seeing how his vessel is reacting.
You allow him a moment to settle down before speaking. “Amaimon are you hungry? I can make you breakfast.” You offer.
“Can you make pancakes?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have anything to go with them.”
“You have ice cream.”
Slowly, you sit up and stare down at him. “Amaimon, ice cream is not breakfast. Honestly, pancakes shouldn’t be considered breakfast either.”
“If I eat it in the morning, it’s breakfast.” He states this as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Of course. Shaking your head, you look down at the king, who lies on his back, staring blankly at you. “Fine.” You lean down, pressing your lips against his. “It’s weird how that feels so right when it’s wrong.” You speak more to yourself after pulling away from the kiss. “Why is it wrong?” Amaimon questions. “Why? Let’s start with the fact you’re a demon king and I’m an exorcist.”
“What else is wrong?”
“I don’t know how I’ll explain this to my family.”
“Anything else?”
“I-“
“Yes?”
You pause, trying to think of another reason it’s wrong.
“Tell me a reason it’s wrong that doesn’t have to do with me being a demon.”
“Your age.”
“My vessel is young. My true age is because I’m a demon.”
“Mephisto said you’ll become obsessed with me.”
Amaimon raises a brow. “Is that wrong?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He told Seti if I don’t return your feelings, it could be dangerous because you could become delusional and possibly hurt people.”
“But you return my feelings.”
“…yeah.”
“So.”
“So what?”
“Tell me why it’s wrong.”
“Because it’s me.”
Amaimon’s blank expression morphs into confusion, and he slowly sits up, careful to keep you from falling. “What do you mean?”
Your brows knit together in annoyance. “I told you! Seti told you! I am weak, and it makes no sense why you would be interested in me. Not only am I weak compared to you, but there are numerous women out there who are not only stronger but also more attractive. I can name five off the top of my head.” Amaimon’s hand covers your mouth before you can start to name anyone. “I hate this about humans; you make everything so complicated. I like you. That’s it. You’re mine. I’m yours. Stop overthinking it.”
Your eyes widen at his words. “Wait, you’re mine?”
He blinks, his emotionless, lidded eyes fixed on you. “Yes, isn’t that how it works? Why wouldn’t I be yours? You’re strange."
He watches your internal struggle with a raised brow. “Are we done talking about this now?” he asks, his voice slightly impatient.
You let out a sigh before nodding slowly. “Fine,” you mutter under your breath.
“Good,” Amaimon says before giving you a quick kiss. “Are we going to eat breakfast?”
“Right, get dressed,” you tell him, before grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms from the drawer and heading into the bathroom to put them on. After facing the horror of a demon king, you’ve been given a day off, so you don’t bother getting into proper clothes; you can always change later if you decide to go out. Once you finish in the bathroom, you step into the living room to find Amaimon flipping through an old photo album that a cousin gave you before you left your hometown. How did he find that?
“Is this you?” He holds up the album when he notices you. It’s a photo of you standing in front of a Christmas tree, proudly holding up a toy. “Yeah.” Amaimon turns the album back towards him and stares at the picture a moment longer before flipping it. “______, what is this?”
“What’s what?” You step forward and see him pointing at some Christmas cookies you’re making with your family. “Christmas cookies?” Amaimon stares at the photo a moment longer. “I want some.”
You glance from the photo to the king and back again. “It’s not Christmas.”
“So?”
“You only make them at Christmas.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re Christmas cookies.”
Amaimon squints at the album, studying the images of the cookies as if he could somehow pull them off the page. “That’s stupid.”
“Well, it’s tradition,” you retort, a slight smile on your lips. Amaimon finally looks up, his golden eyes meeting yours.
"I want Christmas cookies," he insists stubbornly as he flips the page to reveal more family photos. Your gaze follows the pictures as he turns each page; it has probably been years since you last took the time to look at them.
“Fine,” you sigh. “But you have to eat breakfast first.”
Breakfast stretches on as Amaimon attempts to finish his ice cream before the pancakes are ready. You narrow your eyes at him while flipping one of the pancakes, but he simply stares back, unbothered, still enjoying his bowl of ice cream. “You better eat the eggs I cook too.”
Finally, with breakfast finished and Amaimon’s sweet tooth momentarily satisfied, you put him to work.
"Alright, first, we need to mix the butter and sugar together," you instruct, your voice guiding the way. Amaimon watches attentively, his golden eyes focused on your every movement. Once you've achieved a fluffy mixture of butter and sugar, you pass him a separate bowl filled with dry ingredients, telling him to whisk them together. “This is a whisk,” you say, holding it up as you gather the dry ingredients. “You use it to combine the dry ingredients.” It’s a simple sugar cookie recipe, but without cookie cutters on hand, you’ll be using a knife to create random shapes. Lacking sprinkles, you choose to make icing instead.
You hold a knife gently in your hand, frowning at the results before you. The basic shapes you intended to cut out have come out rather…abstract.
Amaimon doesn’t comment on your cutouts; instead, he watches you quietly as you move around the kitchen, completing everything faster now that he has stepped aside. With the cookies baking in the oven, you turn to him. “Alright, let’s make some icing since I don’t have any sprinkles.” You point to the colorful sugar in the photo. “You’ll probably like the icing better anyway.” Grabbing another bowl and some icing sugar. “It’ll take this whole bag, so cut it open and dump it into the bowl.” As you take out some milk and vanilla extract, you glance back at Amaimon. A cloud of white sugar envelops him, and when it settles, you find him staring directly at you, covered in icing sugar.
His green hair is dusted with white, and his jacket and shirt are peppered with it. Even a fine layer coats his lashes and the tips of his long claws. The scene is so amusing that you can't help but chuckle. Amaimon, however, appears perplexed by your laughter and simply stares at you with a blank expression.
“Amaimon, what happened?”
“I dumped it in the bowl like you told me.”
"...oh right.” You had momentarily forgotten that those without experience using icing sugar might not realize the cloud it creates when too much is dropped from a slight height. “Sorry, let me grab something to help wash it off. Just stay here.” You instruct him before heading to the bathroom to get a washcloth. When you return, you find him with a finger in his mouth. “It’s sweet.”
"Yes, sugar usually is," you joke with him as you lift the cloth to wash his face.
Amaimon closes his eyes as you gently swipe the damp cloth across his face, your gaze meeting his golden irises as they flutter open. After a few minutes of delicate cleaning, his face is mostly free from the sugar that lightly dusts your kitchen floor. “You should probably take a shower and get the sugar out of your hair.”
“Yes, so leave.” Your head instinctively turns to the living room, where Seti is curled up on a random chair, looking as if he’s resting. You hadn’t even noticed him when you walked in. “I don’t want to leave,” Amaimon replies.
“You don’t need to leave, but you definitely should take a shower. Do you have a spare set of clothes?” He nods, and with a puff of smoke, an extra outfit materializes in his hands.
You raise a brow and wonder what else the demon king could summon if he wanted to. “Okay, just go to my shower, and I’ll finish the icing and cookies. It should all be done by the time you finish.”
Amaimon nods in agreement and heads towards the bathroom.
Once the bathroom door closes behind him, Seti jumps up and stands on the back of the sofa, watching you stare at the closed door. “This is sad.” He casually comments. “What is sad?” You turn to him, curious.
“You love him.”
“What? Are you insane? No, I don’t.”
“No, you’re pathetic.”
Chapter 8: Chapter 8
Summary:
You know, it's actually pretty common to fall in love quickly when it's your first relationship. At least, it seems that way because it happened with most people I know.
Thanks for any comments and kudos, I really appreciate you guys <33333
Notes:
Boarders NSFW but this chapter is SFW
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It’s painfully awkward for you once Amaimon returns; at least, it’s painful for you. Amaimon stares at you icing each cookie with no problem, unaware of your inner turmoil.
I don’t love him; Seti is an idiot. You glare down at an innocent cookie as you inadvertently squeeze the piping bag a little too hard, causing the icing to drown the poor cookie. “Oh no," you sigh at the cookie. Amaimon’s gaze shifts from the cookie he is decorating to you and your unfortunate creation. “You said don’t add too much.” He points out.
“Sorry about that. I got lost in thought,” you admit, picking up the sugar cookie and lifting it to Amaimon’s mouth. The demon king accepts the treat, letting you place it in his mouth before you return your focus to icing the other cookies. When Amaimon doesn’t comment on the cookie, you lift your head, and your breath catches. With his eyes wide and excitement radiating from him, you find yourself melting at the sight of the peculiar king's enthusiasm.
In the background, Seti mumbles something about leaving, and the front door closes behind him.
Why does Seti always have to be right?
As you observe Amaimon, a faint blush dusts his cheeks as he relishes your homemade treat, drawing you in even more. His golden eyes shine slightly brighter beneath his hair, which beautifully complements the soft green hue of his arm warmers. The subtle upturn of his lips hints at a smile.
You snap back to reality when Amaimon finishes the last crumb and licks his fingers clean, his gaze fixed on you. "You seem quiet," he observes in his typical detached tone. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you’re just really cute.”
Amaimon's eyes narrow for just a moment, but the surprise swiftly dissipates. He chuckles, his voice laced with dry humor. “I've been called many things, but 'cute'... that’s a first for me.”
"Oh, really?" You pick up another cookie and begin decorating it, now more consciously aware of the pressure you're applying.
A fleeting smirk plays on Amaimon's lips as he observes you, his golden gaze both curious and amused. "Your definition of cute is interesting," he remarks just before plucking a freshly iced cookie from the tray before you.
"Yes, well..." you start, not quite sure how to follow that. But before you can say anything further, Amaimon glances at his chosen cookie, then returns his gaze to you, a silent question lingering in his eyes.
"Well?" He prompts, a playful lilt coloring his words. "Aren't you going to continue?"
You raise a brow. "Continue what?”
"Feeding me." The words are spoken in such a casual tone that, for a moment, you're taken aback. Amaimon, however, simply holds your gaze, turning the cookie in his hand as though it's the most fascinating object in the world.
Scoffing, you playfully roll your eyes. “Feed yourself; you’re not a child." With that, you refocus on icing the cookies.
Amaimon shrugs, eating another cookie before redirecting his focus to icing them. “What’s wrong?” he asks, as he pours far too much icing onto one cookie. “I’m just thinking about how frustrating it is that Seti is always right.”
“Right about what?”
“Most things, unfortunately.”
“Let’s watch a movie, " you offer, once all the cookies are done. It’ll be a few hours before Seti is back, so maybe you can just relax with Amaimon for the whole day. “Okay.”
Amaimon presses you against the sofa, his warm lips against yours as the movie plays in the background. Tilting his head to kiss you more deeply, his tongue glides along your lower lip while his claws press into the soft skin of your hips. The sensation of his claws against you, causes you to moan, allowing him entrance into your mouth.
His tongue playfully brushes against yours, the intensity of his kiss making your head spin. As he pulls away for air, his lips linger against yours one last time before trailing down to your jawline, gently peppering kisses toward your neck.
His golden gaze flashes up at you, drinking in the sight of you beneath him on the sofa. He weaves one hand into your hair, tilting your head back to expose more of you, teasing with feather-light touches from his lips.
His clawed fingers dance along the hem of your shirt, tracing a gentle path toward your waistband. Surprisingly gentle, his touch contrasts with the dangerous power he possesses.
A shiver races down your spine as Amaimon's teeth caress your sensitive skin, his tongue gliding over it immediately afterward, coaxing another gasp from you. Instinctively, your hand moves to clutch the back of his jacket, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, there is a shift in intensity that leaves you struggling for breath; Amaimon grinds his hips into yours, letting out an almost animalistic growl as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. To say this takes you by surprise would be quite an understatement, but anything resembling coherent thought flees when he does it again – harder and more desperate than before.
Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, yet unable to suppress your positive reaction, you let out a muffled squeal that gets lost against Amaimon's lips. One hand rakes through his dark green locks while the other clings to his vest. He pulls back and stares into your eyes while gently rocking his hips against yours.
"Do you need some help with that?” You question awkwardly.
“What?”
You lift your leg, letting your thigh brush against his hardened member through his pants.
He lets out a huff of laughter that quickly turns into a low moan as you deliberately roll your thigh against him. His dark green hair tumbles over his eyes as he bows his head, burying it in the crook of your neck. His teeth lightly graze the tender junction where your shoulder meets your neck, making your breath catch in your throat.
Both of you lay like that silently, you can feel the hardness of his member through his pants, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s as big as it feels.
“Let me help you with it.” You whisper, face burning, and when Amaimon lifts his head to face you, his face is bright red. “This body is so sensitive.” He groans, “Even just hearing the suggestion.”
"So, do you want help?” You’re surprised with yourself for offering, but you can’t help but feel slightly curious, and he does seem pretty bothered.
Amaimon shakes his head. "Maybe when I become more familiar with this vessel," he says, his voice strained between heavy breaths. “Honestly, I don’t really know what to do anyway it probably would’ve been awkward.” You laugh awkwardly.
You lay there still entwined with Amaimon, catching your breath. A thin sheet of perspiration had formed on your skin from the intense make-out session. Amaimon's head was buried in your chest, and you could feel the heat from his blush against your skin.
"Next time. I’ll help guide you," he states bluntly.
You simply nod, rendered breathless and unable to form a single sentence. Amaimon seizes this moment to capture another deep, passionate kiss from your lips. You tug at his hair, and he lets out a groan, the sound vibrating through your body. As he pulls away to catch his breath, Amaimon slowly shifts to lay beside you on the couch, his body adjusting carefully to be flush against yours.
His golden eyes soften as he gazes down at you, one clawed hand gently tracing patterns on your arm. With the other hand, he brushes away a loose strand of hair from your face, granting him a clearer view of your flushed cheeks.
He studies you again with that all-encompassing golden gaze, absorbing every detail of your face. While he’s quiet, it’s not an awkward or uncomfortable silence. His eyes remain fixed on your face, and his fingers continue their gentle caress against your skin.
You become acutely aware of his leg tangling with yours and the comforting weight of his arm draped across your waist. Simultaneously, you feel the intensity of having your body pressed so closely against his; his steady heartbeat resonating against your chest brings an unexpected sense of calm.
“Wait, we were supposed to be watching the movie.” You glance at the TV behind you, the forgotten movie still playing.
“I can’t help it; you smell good,” Amaimon says, nuzzling his head against your throat.
Wait, did I seriously offer to help him? Your eyes widen in disbelief as you begin to settle down. Oh my God, Seti was right. I am acting like a horny teenager. You slide off the sofa, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. “What’s wrong with me?” you mutter to yourself. It’s so embarrassing that the demon king has this kind of effect on you. You’re a trained exorcist, yet here you are, melting in the arms of a demon king.
An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you scrub your face with your hands. But Amaimon likes me, and from what Mephisto told Seti, it seems the relationship with Amaimon is going to be a long-term thing. So, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed, right? This is your life now. A hot demon king wants you for some weird reason, and somehow, you’re falling fast.
You snap out of your thoughts when Amaimon sits up on the sofa, his golden eyes watching you intently. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks, his tone detached and indifferent.
"No," you answer quickly, shaking your head to emphasise the point. “I’m just surprised by my own emotions.” You admit.
“Emotions? What are they?” He gives you a curious look. “Good?”
You pause and take in a deep breath. "I... I never thought I would feel this way... about a demon. Especially not someone like you," you confess timidly.
"It bothers you?"
"Yes and no. It doesn’t bother me negatively. I’m fine with being in a relationship with you; I’m just confused about how it all happened. It went from me trying to prevent you from fighting to suddenly being your girlfriend in just twenty-four hours.” But you hadn’t taken it seriously when you first agreed to be his girlfriend, how have you fallen so fast?
Amaimon doesn't respond immediately, instead tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. His golden eyes seem lost in thought, a rarity for him. You sit there too, in silence, watching the demon king contemplatively. It feels almost peaceful, a drastic shift from the chaotic whirlwind of emotions you were just put through.
"Do I scare you?" Amaimon finally breaks the silence, his voice remaining characteristically detached despite the serious question.
"It’s not fear," you confessed honestly. Fear isn't the right word for your emotions; it is a mixture of confusion, anticipation, and love. No, not love.
Amaimon stretches out on the sofa with an air of nonchalance. "Humans are weird," he muses thoughtfully. Without looking at you, he adds, “I told you to stop overthinking it.”
“I think I love you.” You freeze; that was not supposed to come out of your mouth. Why did you say that? You were just trying to convince yourself that Seti is wrong. That it isn’t love.
His golden eyes dart towards you, wide with surprise.
"That's a human emotion. I don't need it."
You deflate a little at his words, disappointment pooling in your stomach. You knew it was coming, but to hear him say it so plainly...
"You're so strange," he finally says after a lengthy period of silence. His tone isn't teasing or judgmental as it usually would be. Instead, there's almost an undercurrent of fondness there.
“Actually, I don’t know if it’s love. That word accidentally slipped out. Seti has kept me away from others and never let other men get too close to me, so I haven’t experienced romantic relationships. Love probably isn’t the right word because I don’t feel heartbroken to hear you say you don’t need that emotion. Maybe it’s that I like the idea of love? Damn it, you’re right. I’m overthinking it.”
“I want you to love me.”
“Huh?”
“If you love me, you’ll only want me. _____, love me. Only me.”
“You’re selfish.”
Amaimon nods. "Very," he confirms, the corners of his lips curving into a faint smirk, "And anyway, you like me, now love me."
You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the slight blush on your face. “Stay away from me until I calm down.”
Amaimon sits up again. “I don’t want to.” He reaches out and grabs your arm pulling you closer.
“Stop it.” You attempt to pull your hand away from his grasp but his grip tightens.
"I'm going to keep you for myself," Amaimon states simply as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
You huff, pulling away with all your strength.
His golden eyes flash with a threatening glint. You can feel the force of his energy against your skin; prickling and forming goosebumps along your arm.
In a swift motion, he pulls you towards him. Your body lands on top of his as he maneuvers himself into a laying position on the couch, pulling you flush against his chest. “I’ll make you love me.”
Damn it, I hate being wrong.
Chapter 9: Chapter 9
Summary:
Thanks for all the support <33333
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You tug on your uniform and frown at the darkened sky; it’s just past eight now. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.” You mumble awkwardly.
“You don’t know if it’s a good idea? It’s a terrible idea.” Seti hisses at you.
Amaimon ignores both your and Seti’s concerns. “Big Brother said I could go.” He casually reminds you as he grabs onto your hand.
“Idiot, she’s going to work; don’t hold her hand. It’s unprofessional,” Seti scolds the demon king. He shrugs, releasing your hand, but then moves to wrap his arm around your waist instead. “Idiot! Hands off completely.”
“No.”
With a sigh, you gently push Amaimon’s arm aside and take his right hand instead. Arguing with Amaimon is futile; he always gets his way in the end. “It’s just supposed to be a quick patrol; it’ll be over soon, and then we can head back home. It’s not like other exorcists will witness how unprofessional this is.” Amaimon stares at you a moment before tugging on your hand, bringing you closer. “Kiss me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“It’s not professional.” You mimic Seti’s words.
“Fine, I’ll kiss you then,” he states bluntly, leaning in to press his lips against yours. You instinctively wrap your right arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His fingers tighten around your left hand before he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, leaving you breathless.
After distancing yourself from Amaimon as much as he would allow, his warm fingers still intertwined with yours as you retrieve a key that will lead you to the location. The location of your mission is a peculiar, abandoned factory. Reports suggest it’s likely empty or, at worst, inhabited by a minor demon that can be easily exorcised. Typically, you would partner with another exorcist for such tasks, but Mephisto suggested you bring Amaimon along instead of another exorcist since the situation isn't critical. It’s been a few days since he first stayed over, and Amaimon hasn’t left your side since. Initially, Mephisto assigned you a job requiring teaming up with a fellow exorcist from your graduating class. However, he informed you that you had been removed from that mission the next day. Your first instinct was to ask why, but you figured Amaimon had something to do with it and didn’t care to ask further.
As the heavy door to the factory creaks open, a wave of putrid air assaults your nostrils, making you recoil instinctively. Beside you, Amaimon stands unfazed, his eyes darting around the dimly-lit space, curiosity etched on his face despite the overwhelming stench. You step inside first, and Amaimon follows, shutting the door behind the three of you. “_____.” Seti hisses your name lowly.
“It’s fine; it just smells terrible.” You dismiss Seti’s concern as you move deeper into the factory. “I’ll head upstairs to check the offices. Amaimon, could you please look around on the first level so we can wrap this up quickly? We’ve only been here a minute, and I already feel like I need a shower.” You frown, sensing that the awful odor is already clinging to you after just a brief moment here. Out of the corner of your eye, you seem Amaimon nod before walking off in a random direction. “Seti, do you want to split up?”
"No, you idiot. You’re still injured."
“My shoulder is fine; I’ll be okay. I just want to get this done quickly."
“I’m staying with you.”
You sigh but nod in agreement before quickly making your way to the metal staircase that leads to the top floor. “_____.” Just as you prepare to step up, Seti nips at your ankle. “Be careful on the staircase; it doesn’t look stable.” You glance down at Seti, then toward the rusted stairs. “Right.” As you take your first step, the stair tips downward, letting out a loud screech. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that Amaimon has paused and is now watching you intently. You take another step, and this one doesn’t tilt. Another step, and again, it feels secure. It’s not until you’re a little over halfway up that you encounter an unstable step again. This one tilts backward, and for a brief moment, your life flashes before your eyes as you grip tightly to the rusted railing. “Idiot! I told you to be careful!” the little fox snaps.
“I was being careful.”
“_______, don’t die. I’ll be sad.”
You glance down at the demon king, who stares up at you with a completely expressionless face. Yeah, I don’t think he’ll really be sad. He probably pulled that line out of a manga. “I’m not going to die.” You shake your head as you gain your bearings. “I’m fine.”
Seti becomes increasingly cautious as he carefully walks behind you up the staircase. Upon reaching the top, both of you let out a sigh of relief. When you glance down, Amaimon vanishes somewhere within the factory, prompting you to begin your survey of the top floor. “It smells terrible,” you lament as you and Seti navigate through the abandoned offices, lounges, and meeting rooms. Each office is in disarray, with documents strewn everywhere. When you pick up a few, they seem to be quite important. “Why do you think they just left everything behind? You would think they would at least clean up.”
As you flip through the documents, Seti jumps onto the desk to see them as well. “Do you know if this company shut down or just moved factories?” he asks you.
“I don’t know.” You drop the paper in your hands and head to the next room, which is slightly larger than the others and filled with desks and partitions. “It kind of looks like a call center, doesn’t it?” Seti arches his back and hisses a few steps into the room. “Get your other weapon out.” He hisses towards you.
Following Seti's urgent command, your hand immediately reaches for a gun on your side. You hardly have time to fully draw it when a monstrous form bursts from the shadows at an alarming speed.
A Naberius demon.
Its grotesque features create a terrifying spectacle. The creature is menacing, with a pallid body stitched together with dark threads that ripple and twitch with an unsettling life of their own. Its eyes resemble black voids, staring deeply into your soul, while its mouth seeped in necrotic fluid, froths, and bubbles upon contact with anything it touches.
You barely have any chance to defend yourself, let alone attack, before you feel teeth tearing through fabric and skin alike along your already injured shoulder. Whipping tendrils, carrying highly toxic necrotic ooze, burn through your flesh on contact once. The white-hot pain jolts mercilessly from beneath you, blindsiding everything else around you: Seti's panicked calls, muffled warnings filled with frantic desperation, seem like background noise over the gushing adrenaline that twists your chest. Fear mixed with anger brews beneath the surface as your survival instincts struggle to maintain the upper hand despite the crippling agony lashing at you. Each beat of pain pulsates like torture, drowning out the world.
Seti grows in sizes and lunges through the air. The monstrosity laughs—a sound reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard—and swats Seti away with brutal force.
"Seti!" Your voice echoes with terror as you watch your familiar thrust backward. Quickly analzing the situation you pull something from your back pocket. Seti’s eyes widen. “______! No….King of Earth!” Seti snarls before vanishing. The acrid stench of necrotic fluid stings your nostrils, causing your vision to blur, with tears welling at the edges from the agonizing pain settling deep within your muscles, seeping further and risking permanent damage if left unchecked. The Naberius demon continues to growl menacingly in the corners of your vision, threatening to close the distance with every passing second. You tighten your grip on the newly wielded weapon, determined to stand your ground, though something that feels like an earthquake causes you to fall to your knees.
Just as the Naberius demon lunges toward you, a sudden blast of energy strikes it from your right. The force is so powerful that it sends the abhorrent creature skidding across the floor, crashing violently against one of the partitions in the call center area before sliding limply to the ground. Its snarls echo weakly through the stillness before it disappears, marking the abrupt end of the battle.
Twisting your head to see where that surprise attack originated, golden eyes meet yours, looking mildly interested yet rather calm given recent events. Amaimon stands tall over you. "______," He frowns at you as he strode towards you, annoyed at how close death had come to. "I told you not to die," He scolded as if being on the brink of death was an act of disobedience. "Are you trying to die on me?" The tone felt more accusatory rather than concerned – very quintessential Amaimon; words always holding double meaning underneath their surface and emotions cryptic enough for one but himself to comprehend its true depth...or lack thereof.
With graceful agility, he dropped down beside you as you lay helplessly, groaning in pain. Your chest felt heavy, each inhalation filling your lungs with air tainted by a sharp, metallic odor. Pools of dried blood stained your torn clothing, and your skin bore testament to the suffering you had endured.
His fingers, surprisingly gentle yet firm, probe the wounds, making you wince and instinctively scramble away from his touch. But Amaimon just pulls you back toward him. “Stop, it hurts.” Amaimon ignores your complaints, digging his hands into a spot covered with toxic fluid. “I need to treat you.” As he speaks, he grips your arm tightly while placing his other hand flat on the ground, causing some kind of plant to appear. All you can see is the blurry green shape of the plant before you pass out from the pain.
Amaimon releases you upon realizing that you’re no longer conscious. “Stupid human,” he mutters with a hint of exasperation, his claw expertly prying open the succulent plant to extract its soothing aloe. "You’re fortunate I like you; otherwise, you’d be left here to die alone." He gazes down at you as the tension in your brow begins to ease, the aloe working its magic. Slowly, he undoes your jacket and tosses it aside, searching your body for any other areas that might require treatment. You mumble something about pain but show no other signs of waking. After applying a handful of the soothing gel to your leg, he pauses, his expression shifting to one of confusion. “Oh. I like you.” He looks thought for a moment before nodding to himself. “More than I thought I would. Okay, I will make you my queen. You’ll marry me once you’re healed, right?” Amaimon smirks as you mumble a yes to his question. “Good, you will marry me at the end of this month.” He whispers before sealing it with a kiss.
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“You idiot!” Seti snarls as he appears in your living room. “What were you thinking? You destroyed the summoning circle! Are you completely out of your mind?” The usually composed fox towers over you in his human form, and his anger is palpable. Amaimon quickly covers your eyes and shoots an angry glare at the unclothed humanoid fox. “Amaimon, stop.” You attempt to brush his hand away, but his grip tightens around your head. “I don’t want you to see another man undressed,” he complains. Seti growls. “Get out of our house! She wouldn’t have been in that position if it weren’t for you.”
“She would’ve died if I wasn’t there.”
Seti laughs. “She wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you. _____ may be an idiot, but you’re the bigger idiot. Samael was the one who sent her there with you." Seti observes the gears turning in Amaimon’s mind. "Are you finally realizing it, King of Earth? She was sent there to test you, and she nearly lost her life for Samael’s amusement. She nearly lost her life because of you.”
“No, no. Stop it," you say as you push away from Amaimon, who watches Seti in eerie silence. "Seti, shut up; I’m fine—just a bit sore. That jackass knew Amaimon wouldn’t let me die.” As you speak, you make your way toward your bedroom. “I was never at death’s door. Mephisto is just an asshole trying to stir up drama.” You elevate your voice slightly, still addressing the two in your living room. You swiftly grab some clothing for Seti; not only is Amaimon jealous at the thought of you seeing another man naked, but honestly, you have no desire to see Seti in that state. As you step back into the living room, you toss the clothing towards the fox. “Anyway, can we just sit down and shut up? I’m in a lot of pain, and I’m not interested in hearing you verbally attack Amaimon.”
“Tell me why you destroyed the summoning circle.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not; I was in a lot of pain. It was an accident.” When you sit on the sofa, Amaimon pulls you into his arms.
“It’s not possible to accidentally destroy it. Why did you do it?”
“…I don’t know.”
Chapter 10: Chapter 10
Summary:
In case you don't know what or remember what Amaimon's demon heart looks like you can google 'Amaimon manga cover' or 'blue exorcist volume 10' Amaimon is on the cover and it shows his demon heart on his chest. Also it shows half of his appearance that's mentioned in this chapter. Minus the horns and I think tail, but you probably remember those or can google it.
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As the doors swing open, Mephisto stands defensively. However, the person entering is different from whom he had expected, yet they share the same purpose for which Amaimon would eventually arrive. “Before you say anything, I want to clarify that harming her was never my intention. I didn’t realize Amaimon would separate from her during the mission. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised it’s you instead of him. Can I assume it’s only you because Amaimon won’t leave her side?”
Seti stands in the office for a moment before scoffing; it’s pointless to argue with the asshole demon kings. “I hate both of you.” He sighs before dropping into the chair before Mephisto’s desk. He’s exhausted.
Mephisto smirks at the exhausted fox spirit sitting across from him. “What’s wrong, Seti? Other than the obvious with what happened tonight.”
“There are multiple things, all involving your brother, I don’t want to stay in my house.” the fox snaps, staring at the ceiling. Exhausted and repulsed by the smell of his home, he finds himself without a place to sleep—all because of the damned King of Earth. Noticing the fox’s exhaustion, Mephisto speaks up. “If I recall correctly, Miss _____ has only a one-bedroom apartment. Where do you usually sleep?” Mephisto asks, signing some important documents. “Beside her,” comes the reply.
“I assume Amaimon is the one sleeping beside her now? Did he take your side? Won’t he let you sleep on the other side?"
“He actually sleeps on the opposite side from where I usually do; it’s not about whether or not he allows me. I simply don’t want to share a bed with a disgusting demon.” His tail flickers in irritation at the thought. “It doesn’t help the two of them are like horny teenagers.”
“Oh? They’re intimate now?”
“Not exactly, but I really don’t want to be around when it happens.”
Mephisto raises an eyebrow at Seti’s disgust. “Tell me, how was it for you with her previous family members?”
“______ is the first girl I’ve ever had to deal with like this,” he admits with a sigh. He has only ever been with _______’s grandfather and occasionally with the sons. Even in the families he served hundreds of years ago, he was always bound by a contract with men. “I don’t like it,” he admits, irritation creeping into his voice.
The king of time chuckles quietly to himself. “Ah, so you went out of your way to keep her safe from men, acting like an overprotective father, only for her to end up falling for a demon king. Isn’t that amusing?”
Seti sighs. He knows there’s really nothing he can do; as much as he hates to admit it, the demon king is far more powerful than he is. “I’m too old for this.”
Mephisto smirks at the grumpy fox. “I have two options for you. I can either tell Amaimon to stop sleeping in ______’s apartment, which will mean he’ll bring her here instead, or I can offer you a room here. A third option could be helping to rent a two-bedroom apartment.”
“I’ll accept your offer of staying here at night. Thanks.” Despite being angry with Mephisto, it’s not his fault Amaimon attached himself to _____.
“Out of curiosity, did Amaimon share his plans for the end of this month with either you or ______?”
“Not with me, I don’t know about _____.”
“He sent me a text. I pressed him for more details, but he’s gone quiet on my texts and calls. Would you like to hear what he said?”
“Honestly? No.”
A mischievous grin spreads across Mephisto’s face. “He’s smitten, you know.”
Seti scoffs. “I’ve noticed.”
You’re sitting in the middle of your bed with Amaimon when he orders you to remove your shirt. “What?” He holds some aloe to your face. “I need to cover your wounds. Remove your shirt.”
It feels like your face is on fire when you answer him. “I can do it myself.”
He shakes his head stubbornly. “You can’t even move your left arm enough to do it yourself.” He’s right, but you still hesitate to remove your shirt. “I-I’ll ask Seti to help me later.”
“You’re not taking your clothes off in front of another man.”
You have to bite your tongue to avoid pointing out that Seti has seen you without a shirt before. “I can call my friend Shura…”
“_____, take it off. I’m serious—it’s dangerous.” He hisses at you.
“But I’ve never been…” You’ve never been shirtless in front of a man; Seti doesn’t count. Amaimon pauses and his face begins to flush red. As he realizes this, he covers his face. “This vessel,” he grumbles before lifting his head to stare at you with a blank expression. “If you don’t take it off, I’ll do it for you.”
You stare into his eyes momentarily, and it’s obvious he’s serious, so you nod awkwardly and slowly lift the shirt over your head. Amaimon’s gaze briefly drops before snapping back to your face. “Turn around," he orders, digging his claws into his thighs out of annoyance. Even though your back is turned to him, you still lift your arms to cover yourself in embarrassment. Amaimon stares at your back for a moment before frowning and unhooking your bra. “Amaimon!”
"You’ve seen me shirtless; you’re being dramatic. You can keep it close to your chest if it bothers you, but it’s in the way here.” To prove his point, he spreads some aloe on a spot where your bra would’ve been in the way of. “You’re not allowed to separate from me on missions again.” Actually, if he can get his way, you won’t be going on missions again, but it’s not something that will be mentioned now.
As he continues to cover your body in aloe, you frown at the wall across from you. “It’s different, you’re a guy.”
“I know, but I’m your—” He pauses, realizing that now might not be the best moment to reveal that the two of you will be married by the end of the month. Humans can be so finicky “Boyfriend.” He slightly leans forward to press his warm lips against your cheek. He gently bites your earlobe before focusing on your wounds again. “Now turn around.”
You freeze, and when Amaimon realizes you aren’t going to move, he crawls over to face you. He pauses, his eyes dropping once more before snapping back to your face. “Stupid.” He sighs to himself as he reaches for your arms, gently pulling them from your chest. His eyes fall to your wounds, and the blush gradually fades. “It’s worse than I expected," he admits, tossing aside the bra as you quickly cover yourself. “Get off the bed and take everything off," he commands. “Wait-“
“Now.”
“I can do the rest myself.”
Amaimon refuses to believe you, so you end up on the floor with your face burning red as he rubs aloe on your thighs. Thankfully, with the wounds only being on your lower thighs, he agreed to grab some soft shorts for you to wear when he noticed how tense you were. Gradually, you begin to feel more at ease since Amaimon seems focused solely on treating your injuries. Still, you hold your arms up to cover your bare chest; despite your comfort, you can’t completely brush away the embarrassment.
Wait, this is the first time he’s seeing me like this, and I’m covered in wounds. Your stomach twists uncomfortably as this realization sinks in. He’s beautiful, with an amazing body, while you sit here, covered in gruesome injuries. Though they will heal completely with no marks left behind, it still feels disheartening. Not the way you wanted to be bare in front of your boyfriend for the first time. “I look awful, don’t I?” You whisper.
The demon king pauses to check your back. “You’re already healing; it will be fine within an hour.” He glides his hand over a wound on your back, ensuring it’s healing properly. “This aloe is far more potent than what a human can obtain. You’ll be fine.” He situates himself in front of you again and pulls you into a gentle kiss. When he finally pulls away, he carefully covers you completely in the aloe before picking you up and placing you back on the bed. “Once you’re healed, you can get in the shower.” He then heads to your dresser, opening it to find a large shirt. “Put this on.” He tosses it on the bed before walking out of the room.
You can’t help but laugh when Amaimon steps out of the room, the warmth in your chest undeniable. “Dad is going to kill me when I bring a demon king home for a visit in a few weeks.”
When Amaimon returns, he brings a slice of your favorite cake and a few volumes of manga. You aren’t sure where the cake came from, but it’s one of your favorites, so you happily accept it. Amaimon settles into bed beside you, opening one of his books as you lean back against your pillows while enjoying the cake.
Amaimon was correct; within an hour, your wounds had fully healed, except for the one on your shoulder, which couldn’t be treated with aloe. You’ll likely be out of work for at least another week.
“I’m going to get in the shower.”
“Do you need help?”
“…no.”
“Okay.”
You quickly turn to head to the bathroom. Although your wounds have healed, you still feel sore. You crank the faucet to hot, relishing the moment as the warm water envelopes you, melting away the tension in your aching muscles. "If only I had a bathtub," you sigh, turning to let the water cascade over your sore limbs.
After finishing your shower, you slip into some comfortable clothes and step out of the bathroom. As you glance to your left, you notice that the lights in the living room and kitchen are off. Assuming Amaimon is still in the bedroom, you make your way there.
Amaimon sits in the middle of your bed as you enter the room, a large plastic bowl from your kitchen resting in his lap while he mixes something. “Amaimon?” you call out, but he doesn’t acknowledge you, his attention fixed on the contents of the bowl. To his left, you notice some strange plants you’ve never seen before. “What are you doing?” you ask.
He pauses and looks at you. “Take off your shirt and sit here," he says, pointing to the spot in front of him. You blink in confusion and step closer to the bed. “What? Why? What are you doing?” As you near him, you notice he’s mixing some type of paste in a bowl, adding a few leaves of something as your confusion deepens.
“Sit down.”
“What are you doing?”
“This will heal your shoulder. Sit down.”
“Heal? How long will it take to heal with that…stuff.” You point at the stuff in the bowl.
He shrugs. “A few days.”
“Days? If you could create something that heals me in just days, why didn’t you do it sooner?” You look at him in disbelief.
Amaimon lowers his gaze, replying, “Because you need to be healed by the end of the month. You’re taking too much time to heal now.”
“Is something happening at the end of the month?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
He bites his lower lip, a slight irritation creeping in. Still, this isn’t the moment to share that you’ll be getting married at the end of the month. “Sit down.”
You approach the bed slowly to get a closer look at the bowl, noticing that the paste looks unusually greenish brown. “Amaimon, are you sure it’s safe? What exactly is it?” He raises an eyebrow at your question and starts listing various plants, most of which are unfamiliar to you. However, you do catch him mentioning aloe. "And it’s safe?” you ask, feeling uncertain.
“Yes. Take off your shirt and sit down now. I’m tired of repeating myself.”
Nervously, you climb onto the bed and turn your back to him. After hesitating for a moment and taking a deep breath, you remove your shirt. You jump when you feel his claw probing at the wound as he inspects it. “Wait a moment; I need to add something else.”
You gag as an awful smell fills the room, reminiscent of rotten food. “What is that?"
He mumbles the name of the plant as he adds it to the bowl, and when he starts mixing again, the odor becomes even more potent. “Why does it smell so bad?"
“It’s not that bad," he replies.
“It is!"
Amaimon lets out a sigh and conjures another plant. “Fine.” Almost immediately, the unpleasant odor fades away as he incorporates the new plant into the mixture. He scoops up a handful of the muddy green blend and applies it to the wound. You gasp at the sensation; initially, there's a sharp sting, but it soon transforms into a warm numbness.
After applying the paste, Amaimon gets up from the bed and exits the room with it in hand. Meanwhile, you sit there awkwardly, clutching your shirt to your chest as you wait for the demon king to return. A few minutes later, he comes back with some bandages. “Let me wrap this. I’ll add more in the morning.” He sits across from you and gazes for a moment. “Move your left arm; I need to wrap your shoulder.” Still holding the shirt to your chest with your right hand, you drop your left arm for him.
You’re bandaged and dressed again within minutes, and Amaimon lays back on the bed, dragging you with him. “Don’t humans need sleep? Let’s sleep.” He begins to remove his vest and unbutton his shirt. “Amaimon, won’t you be more comfortable without those pants?” You question, pointing at the burgundy pants. Amaimon pauses, looks down at his pants, then nods and, without hesitation, removes them along with his leggings and arm warmers, leaving him in dark green boxers. Your eyes widen. You had meant for him to change into pants, not remove them completely. While he’s been shirtless, he usually wears pants around you. He opens his arms and gazes at you expectantly.
You’re exhausted, so not long after Amaimon pulls you against his chest, sleep quickly claims you.
The next morning, Amaimon holds you against him, allowing you to sleep while he reads multiple texts from Mephisto. Each one trying to convince Amaimon to change his mind.
You cannot marry her.
Okay, you can marry her, but not this soon.
Did you even ask her to marry you?
Amaimon humans have certain steps to follow.
Amaimon?
Step one: Go on a few dates to get to know each other
Step two: start a relationship
Step three: fall in love
Step four: ASK THEM TO MARRY YOU. YOU DON’T JUST DECIDE YOURSELF ( •̀ - •́ )
Are you listening to me? You’ve skipped too many steps.
He decides to call Mephisto. “Big Brother.”
“Where are you?” As soon as the question leaves his lips, Mephisto sighs; it’s a ridiculous question—he already knows where Amaimon is.
“With ______.”
“Yes, well, is Miss _____ aware of the marriage planned for the end of this month?”
Amaimon glances down at you. “Not yet.”
“You can’t just decide to marry her without consulting her first—”
“But you gave me the steps; we’ve been on dates, I know her, and we’re in a relationship. So, I can marry her now.”
“You’re forgetting about love and actually proposing to her.”
“I think she loves me.”
“Typically, a couple should be in love, Amaimon. You should also love her, but that’s not the case—”
“Is it really that important for me to love her?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, how do I love her?”
Mephisto has to restrain himself from slamming his head against his desk.
“Big Brother, she’s waking up, I have to go.”
“Wait-“
Amaimon ends the call, disregarding what Mephisto had been saying. He observes as your brow furrows, and you gently dig your nails into his chest as you start to wake. His tail softly brushes against your thigh as he waits patiently for you to fully awaken. With a yawn, you finally open your eyes and stretch your sore limbs. As you move your legs, you realize they’re tangled in something, restricting your movement. “Amaimon?” you call softly.
“Good morning _____.”
As you become increasingly aware of your surroundings, you realize your legs are intertwined with Amaimon’s. With your head resting on his warm chest, you enjoy the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat while you absentmindedly trace your fingers along the lean muscles of his torso. Suddenly, you feel something smooth tapping against your thigh and glance down. “What is that?” you ask, reaching down to grab the object. Amaimon tenses and lets out a low groan as you wrap your hand around it. It then dawns on you what it is; you shouldn’t be surprised. Of course, Amaimon would have a tail. “Sorry!” you quickly release it.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” He complains, tightening his hold on you while moving the appendage to brush against your body. “It feels good ______, don’t stop.”
You lift your head to see Amaimon’s face flushing with red. You bite your lower lip; judging by his expression, it must feel too good. “I-uh, so this is what your tail looks like?”
“Yes and no, when I release more of my power, it’s different.”
“Different how? Can I see it?”
Amaimon pauses; the easiest way for him to demonstrate this is by revealing his demon heart. However, if he does so, he will undergo a dramatic transformation. Should he share that with you before you are bound to him by marriage? Humans often fear things easily; if you fear him in that state and he reveals it before you are committed to him, he won’t be able to keep you easily. Unless. He snaps his head to you. “Do you love me?”
“What?”
“I’ll show you if you love me.”
Do you truly love him? You’ve been working tirelessly to suppress these feelings, knowing that they are emotions he will never reciprocate, and you’d ultimately end up heartbroken. “Yes, I love you.”
He nods but looks uneasy for a moment. “Don’t be afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
Amaimon nods and gets off the bed, yet his unease remains. “You promise?”
You quickly get out of bed. “Amaimon, if you don’t want to show me, you don’t have to.” His actions leave you feeling confused, but seeing how uncertain he is, you don’t want him to do anything he's not comfortable with.
He pushes you back onto the bed, letting out a painful groan as he throws his head back. Your eyes widen as a flower bud-like structure begins to emerge from Amaimon’s chest, glowing in an unusual light green color. As it starts to bloom, Amaimon’s body slowly transforms alongside it. Strange horns protrude from his head, and his ears lengthen. Gradually, his arms begin to reshape, taking on the form of a hobgoblin—turning a dark green with a burgundy stripe running down the outer side, along with long, sharp claws extending from his fingertips. Behind him, you notice something swaying, prompting you to move to your left for a better look. It's his tail, now resembling that of a reptile—large and thick.
Once the transformation is complete, he lets his arms drop to his sides and stares at you silently. Unsure of what to say, you reach out and gently grasp his hand, pulling him closer. “The tail is quite different," you comment, glancing at the appendage trailing behind him, then placing your left hand against his chest, near where his demon heart floats. You gaze with curiosity; his chest appears slightly more muscular, yet it retains the same pale hue. Only his arms have changed color, shifting from that pale flesh to a vibrant green at the shoulder. Slowly, you glide your hands up to this transition, examining the scales closely; his arms remain relatively smooth despite the scales. "Are you afraid?” he asks, tilting his head and regarding you with equal curiosity.
“A little, but it’s not you that I’m afraid of,” you whisper before pulling Amaimon into a kiss. You feel a warm sensation wash over you as his arms envelop you, and everything feels perfectly right. Even witnessing this side of him, your feelings only seem to have deepened. He pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. “I need you," Amaimon whispers against your lips before pulling away, holding himself above you as he gazes into your eyes. “In a few weeks, I will make you my bride."
"...Sorry?"
“We’re getting married in a few weeks."
“Huh?"
“We’re getting married."
“How?”
Amaimon gradually shifts into a seated position on your hips. “Wedding vows? We will have a ceremony. Do you know anything about demon wedding ceremonies?”
Your eyes widen as he casually mentions your future marriage. “No, wait. Amaimon, we can’t get married."
"Why not?"
“Because—" The words catch in your throat. Where is Seti when you need him?
Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Summary:
This chapter has some smut, but Amaimon and Reader only use their hands on each other (this time)
There is a bold sentence where the smut starts if you're not interested in reading smut, but right before it starts, Amaimon just casually mentions sex.
Chapter Text
“Why?” Amaimon gazes into your eyes, waiting for you to explain why the two of you can't get married by the end of the month. “Because, uh…” Your eyes wander over to the demon, and you realize he’s reverted to his normal vessel. He’s so beautiful. “_____?”
“I don’t know.”
“So, you’ll marry me?”
“Yeah—wait, no! I mean, are you really sure you want to marry me?”
“Yes. We can get married at the end of this month.”
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“Absolutely not. Pack your things; we’re leaving.” The little fox on the back of your sofa glares at you as you recount the situation that occurred with Amaimon earlier this morning. When you don’t immediately move as he demands, Seti grows in size, becoming large enough to easily push you into your bedroom. “______, it’s one thing to be in a relationship with the demon, but he mentioned marriage by the end of the month. Seriously. Pack.”
“I think you’re being a bit dramatic,” you begin, trailing off as uncertainty clouds your thoughts. After all, is he really being dramatic? Seti locks his gaze onto yours before shifting forms and gripping the front of your shirt, bringing your faces close. “Do you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into? A relationship was one thing, but getting married within a few weeks? That’s something else altogether.”
“I told him that.”
“You told him you can’t marry him?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
You divert your gaze, unable to hold the intensity of the fox’s eyes. “Yeah…kind of.”
“_____!”
“I told him I can’t marry him when he hasn’t even met my family.”
Seti gradually releases you, “Okay, genius, what did he say?"
“He agreed, so we aren’t getting married at the end of the month."
"And what happens after he meets your family?”
“Look, he’s just…emotional. We have a few weeks, and I’m sure he’ll relax. By the time he meets my family, everything will be laid back, and it will simply be a casual introduction to your partner’s parents. It will be fine, just wait and see.”
“I believe the answer to that is famous last words.”
“You might want to put some clothes on; Amaimon will be back soon.” Your eyes glance over the nude man. “Or maybe change back.”
Seti huffs as he transforms back into his fox form and exits the room, muttering about how stupid you are. For a moment, you ponder whether Seti might choose to stay with your family when you visit soon. One of your older cousins has several kids, and Seti might want to be passed on to someone else since he has so many problems with you lately.
It would be challenging because most of your experience as an exorcist has involved Seti always being by your side. It would feel strange without him, but you understand if he’s done dealing with you, especially if Amaimon refuses to back off.
Half an hour later, Amaimon lets himself into your apartment and makes a beeline for you while you stir some soup on the stove. “______.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest.
“Hmm?” you hum in acknowledgement, your attention divided between his suddenly intimate proximity and the bubbling concoction in front of you.
“Your fox is upset.”
You sigh, rolling your eyes before taking a moment to lean into his warm chest.
“Seti is always upset about something. Also, Seti is not 'my fox'. He's his own person... well, fox.”
Still holding you close, Amaimon brushes aside your hair and rests his chin on your shoulder. His breath is warm on your neck as he speaks, words soft yet resolute. “He does not like our arrangement.”
You stiffen slightly at the mention of it, memories of your conversation from earlier flickering to life. You gently wriggle away from him, turning to regard him with a raised eyebrow. “What arrangement?”
His golden gaze never wavers as he answers with a shrug, “The marriage.”
You sigh at his words. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that again until after you meet my parents,” you protest weakly.
“I don’t understand why we have to wait.” Amaimon glances over his shoulder, watching as the fox leaves the apartment. “It’s going to happen either way. You’re going to be my bride.” Before you can respond, Amaimon cups your face, capturing your gaze with his intense golden eyes. “Why should it be prolonged? I want you.”
A sigh escapes your lips. “Amaimon, it’s not that simple.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Will you be my bride?”
Despite the echo of Seti's warning words still lingering in your mind, your feelings for Amaimon are stronger. “I…” You bite your lower lip.
“Will you be my queen _____?” His lips brush against your throat. “See? It is that simple.”
Your resistance falters as you fall silent beneath his touch. Amaimon, noticing your hesitation, gently tugs at your lower lip with his teeth while his hands explore your waist. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, pulling you closer and softly grinding his hips against yours. When he finally pulls away, his expression is blank, though a beautiful blush colors his face. “Yes, Amaimon, I love you. But we do need to wait until after you meet my family.”
“Okay.” He shrugs, leaning down to kiss you again,
“I’m trying to make dinner.”
“I’m trying to kiss you.”
“Which is more important, kissing me or dinner?”
Your back hits the sofa roughly as Amaimon climbs over you and presses his lips against yours once more; his hands slip beneath your shirt, his claws gliding along your sides. "Seems like the answer is clear," He drawls, his voice husky and low. You arch towards him instinctively, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
Amaimon's arrogant smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, his golden eyes glinting with triumph and desire. "I can eat later."
Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you surrender to the kiss. Amaimon's hands are greedy and eager to explore your body, a paradox against the languid strokes of his tongue, which tease yours.
Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging gently to elicit a strangled groan from him. The feral noise sends an unexpected thrill racing down your spine, causing you to press even closer to him.
Meanwhile, on the kitchen stove, the soup bubbles steadily, forgotten in favor of more pressing concerns.
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Later that evening, as you're cleaning up after dinner (which was shockingly not ruined despite the distraction), you have to pause for a moment to gather your thoughts. Your mind is a mess, and it seems harder to think straight with each passing moment.
"Am I making a rash decision?" You question yourself aloud.
Seti appears out of nowhere and leaps onto the kitchen counter, his furry tail flicking back and forth as he fixes you with an unimpressed look. "About time you started asking that."
You continue washing a plate, not turning to face him. "I wasn't talking to you," you mutter.
"The answer is yes, by the way," Seti says as if you hadn't spoken.
Silence fills the room after your small outburst. You finish washing the dishes in silence, thinking about everything: Amaimon, his proposal, your family, and even what would happen if Seti decided to leave.
“What do you want me to do, Seti?” You wipe your hands on a dishtowel and turn to face him. “What am I supposed to say?”
Seti's whiskers twitch as he gives a tiny shrug. "How about 'no'? That's a good start.”
“I can’t just say no!”
“No? Why not?” Seti’s eyes squint at you.
“Because…” Your voice trails off as you attempt to put your feelings for Amaimon into words. “I love him, Seti.”
The fox sighs, “I don’t feel like having this conversation with you.”
“You started it.”
“I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be home tonight, or any other night for that matter. The house smells terrible, and I can’t sleep here. Also, I’d rather not have to listen to you and Amaimon in bed.” A look of disgust crosses his face while yours burns.
“That hasn’t happened!” you squeak, turning to stare at him with wide eyes. You notice Amaimon peeking over the sofa, his face bright red. Despite his body’s reaction, he speaks up. “We should—”
“Goodbye.” Seti disappears in a puff of smoke.
Amaimon raises a brow. “Has he always been able to do that?”
"Yes, but it requires a lot of energy, so he rarely does it."
Amaimon shrugs, then stares you in the eye. “Do you want to?”
“Want to what?”
“Have sex.”
It takes a moment to grasp what he said due to his casual tone, but once it sinks in, it feels like your face is on fire.
“We can take it slow—” He pauses briefly, blinking as he looks down at himself. “I think.”
“What do you mean you think?!”
“Although this vessel is inexperienced, I will make sure you have an orgasm. It’s okay; it will improve with practice."
His tone is so matter-of-fact that you can't help but splutter in disbelief, your face reddening even further. "Amaimon!"
"What?" He shrugs, looking genuinely confused.
"You can't just... just say stuff like that!"
"Why not?" His head tilts to the side, his golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“I know you’re a virgin too, but it will happen eventually. Let’s go to the bedroom; I will show you.”
The audacity of his words leaves you speechless, your mind a whirlwind as you try to comprehend the blatant invitation.
When you remain still, he approaches you, locking his gaze on yours for a brief moment before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You gasp in surprise at his sudden action and squirm slightly against his shoulder, the pressure digging into your stomach.
He carries you into the bedroom and lays you gently on the bed. You sit up, staring at him in disbelief as he starts to unbutton his striped shirt.
“Okay, we can take this slow, um—” He glances to the side, searching for the right words. “Just take off your shirt; I’ve already seen you shirtless.”
“Yeah, but I was covering myself.”
Amaimon sucks his teeth. “For a second, you weren't.”
“Oh, I need to add more of the paste to your skin. Wait here.” He says as if you have anywhere else to go.
A minute later, he returns with a new concoction, different from what he prepared the night before. This version looks creamier and clearer, though still tinted green. “Take off your shirt.”
When you don’t move, he places the bowl on the nightstand beside your bed and climbs onto the bed beside you. “Do you want to take it off, or do you want me to?”
Blinking, you take a deep breath. "You do it."
Amaimon gives a nonchalant shrug and walks towards you, his hands effortlessly reaching for the hem of your shirt. With a deliberate motion, he lifts it over your head, his golden eyes fixed intently on your face. As the fabric glides away from your skin, his gaze darkens subtly.
He gets to work without waiting for you to cover yourself this time. Amaimon's claw-like fingers hover momentarily over your bare chest before dipping into the bowl to scoop out some of the cream he had prepared earlier.
His hands feel cold against your warm skin, sending a jolt of surprise through you. Gently, he spreads the cream over your chest, his touch soft.
He is very careful to avoid causing any discomfort, fully aware of your current sensitivity. His fingers glide smoothly across your skin in broad strokes that gradually transition into more lingering touches. The fact that his face is red as he covers you with cream starts to get to you. He’s so cute.
You swallow the lump in your throat and say, "Kiss me."
Amaimon pauses, seemingly taken aback by the boldness of your demand. For a brief moment, his golden eyes meet yours in a silent exchange before he breaks into a grin. "Alright." With that single word, Amaimon leans in, capturing your lips with his own while his hands continue their patient task of spreading the cream over you.
His kiss is slow and deliberate, savoring every distinct flavor you offer. Throughout this sensory experience, it’s hard to overlook how mindful and considerate Amaimon is in ensuring your comfort—a stark contrast to his earlier audacity, which pleasantly startles you.
Gently, he uses one hand to cup your breast. His fingers trace circles around your nipple before gently squeezing and pulling back. The intimate touch brings warmth flooding to your face once again, and you find yourself leaning into his hand, craving more of the contact.
A low chuckle rumbles in Amaimon's chest at your reaction, his golden eyes sparkling with both satisfaction and a possessive adoration that warms even the deepest corners of your heart. "You're more responsive than I imagined," he murmurs softly against your lips.
"Shut up," you manage to mumble against his lips before pulling him back into a passionate kiss, your fingers tangling in the green strands of his hair. “So are you.” He chuckles softly—a sound that sends delightful shivers down your spine. Pulling away from the kiss, he trails his lips down the column of your throat, leaving a path of kisses in his wake. “We’ve already made it clear this vessel is responsive.”
Meanwhile, the hand that once scooped cream from the bowl now leisurely traces a path of the silky substance down your stomach, stopping just at the waistband of your pants.
A warm pooling at the base of your stomach draws you closer to his touch, your hips instinctively seeking anything - any form of relief – to ease the growing need. The fabric of your jeans feels coarse and constrictive against your sensitive skin. Unable to bear it any longer, you helplessly arch your back again, filled with anticipation.
Amaimon easily reads the frantic movements of your hips and grins against your neck. His hand moves away but only to swiftly discard your jeans and underwear, tossing them to a random corner of the room.
This time, he doesn’t ask for permission but takes charge entirely. His hands slide up your leg and then your thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive inner skin. He then applies the cream there as well, and his touch is both light and firm.
His fingers glide upward, moving ever so slowly, and you find yourself yearning for his hand to travel higher. You squirm beneath his touch as he chuckles darkly against your neck. His other hand wraps around your waist, drawing you closer to him.
"So impatient," he purrs into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
Despite his teasing words, Amaimon does not continue to stretch out the anticipation. Instead, he gently spreads your legs apart and moves his cream-covered hand higher up your thigh until it settles over the heat between your legs.
You gasp at the intimate touch, a wave of pleasure flooding through you as he begins to massage the cream into you. It's a sensation unlike any other—intense, exhilarating, and overwhelmingly pleasurable. “Wait, is that-“
“It won’t hurt you,” he promises, continuing to explore with his fingers. He captures your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a dance that has you moaning into his lips.
Your hands fumble at the front of his pants in an attempt to return the favor, but he gently swats them away. “I said we’ll take it slow; let’s just focus on you right now.”
Your hip jolt upwards when his fingers brush against your clit.
"Amaimon!" You gasp into his mouth, arching off the bed from the intense pleasure. A low, pleased hum vibrates from his throat into yours as he continues to tease you.
Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you roll your hips against his hand. Each gentle stroke makes waves of pleasure within you, and you can't help but let out mewling sounds of satisfaction.
The feel of his fingers moving over your most intimate area, the heat of his body pressed up against yours, the electrifying kisses that he continues to plant down your neck and collarbone - it all builds up and threatens to overwhelm you.
"Relax," Amaimon murmurs against your skin, his voice smoothing amidst the whirlpool of sensation.
A few strange snaps echo around you as you notice his claws breaking off. However, a gentle bite on your shoulder redirects your attention to Amaimon’s actions toward you.
.His hand continues its unhurried exploration, trailing the cream lower to where you need him most. A low moan escapes your parted lips, your head rolling back onto the pillow as waves of pleasure crash over you.
His hand moves away briefly, and you whimper at the loss of contact, but then his fingers are back on you again – slick with more cream. You almost tremble at his touch, surrendering yourself entirely to him and this moment.
Slowly and with uttermost care, one finger slips inside you. The unexpected intrusion turns your gasp into a sharp cry that is muffled by Amaimon's mouth pressed against yours. His finger moves in and out at a slow pace, each thrust igniting sparks inside you.
Your back arches off the bed, pressing yourself more fully onto his hand in a silent plea for more. Amaimon's golden eyes watch your every reaction, taking in the flushed cheeks and parted lips with smug satisfaction.
His skin feels warm against yours, the firmness of his body sharply contrasting with your softness. His hands glide over you possessively, as if claiming every inch of your body for himself. It’s exhilarating to be desired by him in this way.
Another finger enters you, and you moan as he stretches you further.
Amaimon sets a slow rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body that begins to coil in your stomach. Just when you think your senses cannot handle any more stimulation, his thumb brushes against your clit.
You cry out as intense pleasure tears through you, completely overwhelming your senses as a powerful climax hits you. Your back arches off the bed as you ride out the wave of pleasure, Amaimon's name on your lips.
Amaimon holds you close, letting you come down from the high before pulling himself away. His fingers leave your body, and you feel an odd sense of emptiness in their absence.
Once more, he gently cups your face and leans in for an intimate kiss. Amaimon pulls away, resting his forehead against yours for a brief moment before sitting up and licking his fingers clean. “You taste good," he says.
As you catch your breath, you glance at his hand, and your eyes widen as you notice two things: first, several of his claws are missing; second, the cream on his hands that he had applied to you. "Amaimon... um, you put that stuff inside me.”
He nods. “Yeah, it’s safe. I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
Your gaze shifts downward to his pants. "Um, you, uh—" Unsure what to say, you simply point at his situation.
He glances down too. “Maybe it’s not as sensitive as I thought; I was sure I’d cum just from touching you.”
“I could, uh, help you with that.”
“How?”
“I don’t know…”
He blinks, watching you closely. “Well, what were you thinking? Hand? Mouth?”
“W-what would you prefer?”
“Mouth.” He speaks bluntly, “But that will be too much for your first time.” As he speaks, he undoes his pants. “Give me your hand.”
Gently, he takes your hand as he takes his member from his pants, you keep eye contact the whole time, too nervous to look down. When your hand wraps around something soft but firm, Amaimon chokes on air. “I was wrong. It’s sensitive.” He gasps.
“A-are you-“
He tightens his grip on your hand before you can pull away and rests his head on your shoulder. After a brief moment of holding your hand, he releases it and reaches behind him to grab a handful of cream. With his free hand, he takes yours and coats it in the cream before guiding you to grasp him once more.
Carefully, he guides you to pump him before completely releasing your hand and allowing you to do as you please.
You start to find a rhythm, moving your hand up and down his length, watching the way his face twists in pleasure at the contact. Your hesitation has diminished, replaced by the thrill of hearing Amaimon's breath hitch each time your grip tightens.
"A bit faster," he sighs, his golden eyes appearing more molten than before as they bore into you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. You oblige, speeding up the movements of your hand. It is exhilarating to see him like this—undone and vulnerable—underneath your touch.
He grunts your name under his breath as you squeeze him tighter.
"Amaimon," you whisper against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down the demon's spine. His entire body quakes with suppressed pleasure at hearing those syllables spill from your lips.
"Why?” he groans, a strangled sound that vibrates through him and resonates within you as he leans against your shoulder for support. "I..." His admission trails off into a quiet moan, and suddenly, every muscle in Amaimon’s body tenses up before finally relaxing as warmth spreads onto your hand.
You gaze at your hand, wet with fluid seeping between the fingers that are wrapped around Amaimon's member, which is now considerably softened in post-orgasm fatigue yet still twitching sporadically—evidence of how sensitive it must be on him. As you blush deeply, you find yourself at a loss for words, staring in dumbfounded amazement as droplets fall onto the bedcovers.
You awkwardly withdraw your hand and stare at Amaimon, uncertain of what to say. Meanwhile, Amaimon looks down at himself, appearing less than impressed. “Too sensitive.” He grumbles, narrowing his eyes before glancing up at you and the way you’re awkwardly holding your hand up.
“You can go wash your hands.”
“R-right.”
Amaimon’s annoyance with his vessel is wiped away when he watches you awkwardly sit there, like you don’t know what to do. “Let’s go.” He climbs off the bed and tucks himself back in his pants before picking you up with ease. “We can shower together.”
“We can?”
“We will.”
“You’re still blushing.” You run your fingers along his cheek.
“I know.”
Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Summary:
Seti needs a vacation from reader and Amaimon
Chapter Text
“Crap.” You frown, re-reading the text message again and again as you sit at the table with Amaimon, sharing breakfast. It’s a mission you’ve been summoned for, but the problem is it will require at least a week in another part of Japan. “I thought I was supposed to be resting.” Though you are mostly healed, thanks to Amaimon and whatever he spread over you. As memories from last night play through your mind, your face begins to heat up.
“What’s wrong?” Amaimon observes you intently, his expression blank, but a hint of curiosity flickers in his eyes. “Who sent you a message?”
“It’s nothing.”
The spark of curiosity in his eyes deepens, morphing into something darker. “Who sent you a message?”
“I’ve been assigned a new mission. It will take at least a week, and I’ll have to go to a different city.”
“Where are we going?”
“Amaimon, this is with multiple other exorcists; you can’t go.”
“So, where are we going?”
“I’m going to a different city, you are staying here.”
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“_____, hello! It’s been a while.” A cheerful girl with shoulder-length light brown hair jogs over to you, her face lighting up with a bright grin. You respond with a slightly awkward smile back, having no idea who she is. “Hi.” The two of you stare at each other—her wearing a genuine grin, while you try your best to avoid looking awkward as you grin back.
“Who are you?” Your eyes widen at the voice coming from your shoulder. The girl blinks in confusion until her light blue eyes finally settle on the little green hamster staring up at her.
She leans in closer, getting uncomfortably near, which prompts you to take a step back. “I’m Hanako. You can speak?”
“Yes.”
You quickly shield the demon with your hand. “He’s my familiar.”
“What happened to Seti?”
“He’s taking a break. Sorry, but how do you know me?” It feels awkward to ask someone so directly, but pretending to know someone isn’t your strong suit.
Her gaze shifts from Amaimon to you. “Oh, I’m sorry; it’s been a while. We met when we first became exorcists—we were on the same team for a mission involving possessed children.”
You take a moment to look at her before her family name comes to mind. “Oh! It's Kato, right?” You notice that her hair was much longer a few years ago. “Amaimon, stop biting me!" you complain as you reach for the hamster on your shoulder.
“Amaimon? Like the demon king?”
You remove him from your shoulder and hold him in your hand. “Yeah, I just like the name. Seti needed a break, so I brought Amaimon with me.” Amaimon squirms, causing you to loosen your grip, and then he scurries back up your arm to settle on your shoulder once more.
Hanako smiles and extends her hand to pet the hamster. “He’s so cute!" You swiftly grasp her wrist, preventing her from getting too close. "He has a nasty bite, he bites everyone, even me.”
“I don’t bite you that hard.” Amaimon argues.
“The marks on my neck suggest otherwise, Amaimon. Now stop.”
He huffs, rubbing against your throat. “You like it.”
Hanako watches you with an arched brow, and when her gaze meets yours, she mouths, ‘I think your familiar has a crush on you.’ You nod in agreement. “He does.” A sigh escapes your lips as he playfully bites your earlobe.
Hanako laughs lightly, shaking her head. "I guess even familiars have preferences, " she says with an amused grin. You roll your eyes. "Amaimon is...unique."
As the conversation unfolds, Amaimon perches on your shoulder, his small, sharp teeth grazing gently against the skin of your neck. He appears to find the texture entertaining, occasionally flicking his tiny tongue over the marked surface.
“By the way, do you know anything about the mission? Aside from the location?” You change the subject, recalling that the only instruction you received was to pack a bag for a week.
Hanako sighs, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I heard it has caught the Vatican's attention. It's a small rural town, and the number of inexplicable blindness cases is increasing."
Inexplicable blindness? That hardly seemed like your typical possession case. Usually, you encounter hauntings or minor demons creating havoc. This is indeed out of the ordinary.
"Any idea on what might be causing it?" You ask, concern leaking into your voice.
Hanako shrugs again, pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. "No one has any concrete evidence. Some say it’s a curse from an angered local deity, others say it’s just an illness...but they've ruled out normal causes."
Amaimon nibbles at your earlobe once more, bringing you back to reality. "Have there been any serious injuries?" you ask.
A brief silence hangs in the air before Hanako responds; her previously light-hearted demeanor shifts to one of somber seriousness. "Two deaths... a middle-aged man and his teenage daughter."
"I see," you murmur softly, as Amaimon nestles against your neck.
"They were discovered with their eyes removed," she whispers, a grimace tugging at her lips. "It's quite gruesome. But the exorcists there have the people in town believing it was by a human.”
Your stomach churns at the disturbing visions of such a scene. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, fighting against the wave of nausea, while Amaimon's tiny nails dig into your shoulder, seemingly attuned to your distress.
Amaimon pauses from marking you with his scent. “Sounds boring,” he remarks, turning his focus back to your earlobe, making your eyes widen in alarm. “Amaimon, people are dying!”
“I don’t care.”
Hanako stares in disbelief at the little hamster perched on your shoulder. “What do you mean ‘you don't care’?” she asks, her voice laced with incredulity.
“I mean exactly what I said. It sounds boring," Amaimon replies, his tone indifferently brushing off Hanako’s sudden exclamation.
“But it’s people's lives we’re talking about.”
“I don’t care,” Amaimon asserts, gently clawing at your neck, marking his territory. His small mouth opens in what appears to be a yawn before he continues, nonchalantly, “I only care about ______.”
You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and into your face as he makes his declaration. “Stop it, or I'm going to leave you here.” You flick the hamster’s head and turn to Hanako. “We still have an hour before the leader arrives; I need to grab something.”
You quickly leave the meeting area, jogging off to a location with slightly more privacy. “What are you doing?” Amaimon questions you as you come to a start and start digging through your pocket, for some slips of paper you dislike using. “I need Seti.”
In a puff of smoke, the Earth King appears in front of you in his human vessel. “What?”
“I need Seti. I can’t go on this mission without my strongest weapon if this is as serious as she says. I’ve trained with Seti my entire life.” You explain, pulling out a small knife. “You don’t think I can protect you?” Amaimon asks, seizing the knife from your hand. “I know you can protect me—trust me. But the others can’t see you in this form. They can’t know you’re a demon king.” You quickly retract your hand from him, placing the tip of your index finger on the knife to draw a bit of blood and allow it to drop onto the paper.
A puff of smoke and the fennec appears. “______, I hate being summoned like this," Seti complains, stretching his back like a cat. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s kind of an emergency, and I needed to get you here as soon as possible.”
“Emergency?”
You quickly explain the situation, giving details of the mission based on what you know. “I know you probably don’t care about helping me at the moment but-“
“_____, shut up.”
Your eyes widen. “Huh?”
“Have you packed everything you need?”
“Yes.”
“Make sure you’ve packed enough clothes.”
“I packed for one week.”
“Did you pack your comb? Toothbrush? Phone charger? Umbrella?”
“…I don’t think I need an umbrella.”
“Go get your umbrella and a rain jacket. The weather in that area of Japan can often have unpredictable rainstorms. You also need something sturdier than that flimsy summoning circle.” He gives you a pointed look.
Amaimon watches you both with a frown, clearly displeased with the dynamic between you and Seti. You don’t notice it, but Seti does. “And what about your jealous boyfriend? He’s not going, right?”
“Actually….”
“_____.”
You raise your hands defensively. “He can transform into a hamster, just like Mephisto does when he takes on the form of a dog.”
Seti gives you a skeptical look. “And he’s going to remain a hamster?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
You turn to Amaimon, who appears oddly annoyed. “You’re going to stay a hamster, right?”
“If he stays a fox.”
Seti scoffs. “Your jealousy is going to cause _______ problems. I’ll take on whatever form is necessary to keep _____ safe.” The fox then turns his attention to you. “What are you standing here for? Go find a door and get to your apartment.”
You glance nervously between Amaimon and Seti. "Right," you say, and without giving it much thought, you step closer and take Amaimon’s hand, tugging him toward the first door. You insert the magic key, and it clicks open to reveal your apartment. “Seti, you wait here," you instruct. Leaving the door ajar, you dash inside to grab your belongings. Amaimon watches as you sprint into the bedroom, quickly locating a rain jacket and umbrella.
As you gather everything, you step back into the living room and stop for a moment. "Amaimon, are you alright?" He’s staring blankly at the TV with his back to you.
“I don’t want to go."
“Oh.” You blink in surprise. "Alright, that’s okay. If you'd like, you can stay here or head back to Mephisto’s place. I’ve got some—"
“I don’t want you to go either.”
"Amaimon, I have to go. It’s my job; I’m an exorcist.”
He turns to face you. “You can’t be an exorcist if you’re my queen.”
You stare between Amaimon and the open doorway; now is really not the time to be having this conversation. “Amaimon-“
“You can’t be an exorcist, and you need to end your contract with the fox.”
He’s jealous of Seti. Your eyes widen at the revelation; he was perfectly fine with the idea of you going on this mission just a few minutes ago. “Amaimon, why are you jealous of Seti?”
“Jealous?”
He doesn’t even realize he’s jealous? Slowly, you step toward Amaimon and grasp his face, pulling him into a kiss. He immediately responds, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and pulling you closer against him. “I love you. Only you. Now, I am going on the mission, do you want to go, or do you want to stay here?”
Amaimon casts a glance over his shoulder at the open door, where Seti quietly observes the two of you with a look of annoyance.
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As you return to the meetup spot, Hanako’s eyes light up. "Seti! It’s great to see you again. I thought you were taking a break?” As she speaks, she leans down and affectionately pats the fox’s head. He emits a soft huff but remains content in her presence. “The idiot can’t manage anything without me. Naturally, I have to accompany her on a mission like this.” On your shoulder, Amaimon’s little claws dig into your skin.
“Really? What about Amaimon?” Hanako innocently questions.
Seti glances back at you and quickly explains, “Amaimon’s priority is _______, he doesn’t care about anyone else, and he is a complicated familiar who can’t be easily controlled.”
Hanako blinks in surprise at this revelation, though it makes sense given that the little hamster had mentioned he didn’t care that people had died. “Aw, that’s actually kind of sweet. I guess he really cares for her, huh?"
“He’s an idiot.”
“Let’s go already,” you sigh, nodding towards the door where Hanako can place the key. You both arrive across from an inn in town, deciding to stop there before meeting with the leader of the case.
Hanako grins at you as you approach the desk. “Do you want to share a room?”
The little hamster on your shoulder speaks up before you can. “No.”
“You can’t speak in front of people,” you say, covering Amaimon with your hand, relieved that the innkeeper isn’t around. “I think it’s best not to share.”
Once you receive your room, you toss your bags onto the bed and quickly head back into the hallway to meet Hanako; you need to catch up with the other exorcists in town.
A tall woman with raven-black hair and piercing eyes is the exorcist who was initially assigned to this case. Although it’s your first time meeting her, she exudes a sense of trustworthiness. With a motion for everyone present to follow, she guides you through the winding streets.
"We've experienced some attacks in this area, we still don't know the cause or why it seems to target certain individuals while leaving others unharmed."
You listen attentively alongside Seti, who stays close to your foot instead of perching on your shoulder, where Amaimon now sits quietly, observing everything that unfolds before him.
The next stop is a spacious square surrounded by weathered buildings. The atmosphere here exudes a distinctly ominous feeling, especially given the current circumstances.
"Now, this place," Hanako began, extending one hand toward the market square, “It seems relatively peaceful during the day, with all the vendors doing their business without any hassle."
Her voice gradually fades, giving way to the chilling wind that brings a sharp cold, biting against exposed skin and rustling eerie whispers. “But once dusk falls, something shifts... More victims. Everyone is afraid to venture out after sunset.”
Hanako glances around, “How many victims have there been?”
“Not including the father and daughter found murdered, twenty-three.”
Amaimon sighs and turns his attention back to nibbling on your throat. “This is serious stop.” You hiss at him, but he ignores you, choosing instead to rub affectionately against your throat. “Amaimon.”
“What? It’s clearly a Kormos or something similar. They’re weak.”
Your brow furrows; this is the first time you've heard of this demon. “What?” Amaimon’s small tongue glides along a spot on your shoulder where his claws have drawn blood. “Kormos.” He calmly explains what type of demon it is and how weak they are, all the while continuously scratching the same spot on your shoulder, drawing more blood. “Do you really have to do that? It hurts.” Amaimon disregards your complaints as he tends to the blood. “You better not give me an infection," you warn. He pauses, and for a moment, you think he’s finally finished, but then he digs his tiny claws into your skin once more.
“Let’s meet up before sundown.” Your attention is drawn back to the lead exorcist. “We’ll meet here thirty minutes before. Go have dinner.” She ushers you and Hanako back to your inn.
“Would you like to grab dinner together?” Hanako offers a warm smile.
Once again, Amaimon speaks up on your behalf. “No.”
“Sorry, I’m a little tired. I think I’ll just take a quick nap since we’ll be up quite late tonight.”
"Oh, right, I should probably take a nap too," she says with a bright smile as the two of you walk back to the inn together.
The moment the door to your room closes, Amaimon has already shifted back into his human form. He presses his lips against yours, gently guiding you toward the bed until you fall back onto it.
"Do you really have to do that?" you ask him again when he starts to nip at the scratches on your throat again.
Instead of responding verbally, Amaimon sheds his vest and shirt. As you run your hand down his chest, you're captivated by the softness of his skin, a striking contrast to his powerful physique.
He captures your lips once more, drawing you into a kiss that takes your breath away with its intensity. "Amaimon, stop. I was serious when I said I needed a nap.” When you push him away, he gazes down at you, his face flushed once again. His eyes are mesmerizing, almost painfully beautiful, their golden hue glowing softly in the room's dim light. Anyone unfamiliar with Amaimon might see him like this and think he is gentle. Is he only this way with you?
“Okay, horny idiots. You need to prepare.” Seti jumps onto the bed beside you, causing your face to flush with embarrassment; you had completely forgotten about him. “Get off of her," he snaps at Amaimon. “She needs to eat something and rest before tonight."
“Why? It’s a weak demon," Amaimon questions, still not moving from his position over you.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a Kormos demon. They’re weak.”
Seti takes a seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Kormos? Does that mean it can be exorcised by the end of the night?"
“Yeah.”
“Amaimon, can you make yourself look slightly more human-like?” Seti questions, eyes narrowed.
Chapter 13: Chapter 13
Summary:
A couple people have mentioned they love Seti and he's one of their favorite OCs recently and asked if I could write Seti x reader so might get around to that.
Amaimon saying 'yes sir' at one point (not to reader) is a joke @popinavarro mentioned I should add. I work as an ESL teacher in china and for some reason my students have started saying 'yes sir' to their English teachers. (all women)
warnings: undressed characters at one point but no smut.
Chapter Text
Recap:
“Okay, horny idiots. You need to prepare.” Seti jumps onto the bed beside you, causing your face to flush with embarrassment; you had completely forgotten about him. “Get off of her," he snaps at Amaimon. “She needs to eat something and rest before tonight."
“Why? It’s a weak demon," Amaimon questions, still not moving from his position over you.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a Kormos demon. They’re weak.”
Seti takes a seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Kormos? Does that mean it can be exorcised by the end of the night?"
“Yeah.”
“Amaimon, can you make yourself look slightly more human-like?” Seti questions, eyes narrowed.
The demon king straightens, still seated on your hips. “Why?"
Seti begins to speak slowly as if addressing an idiot. "If you eliminate the demon, _______ can return home tonight.”
Amaimon gazes down at you. “I’ll ask Big Brother; stay here.” He effortlessly hops off the bed and slips on his shirt before retrieving a key from his pocket.
“Get up and find something to eat,” the little fox demands as soon as the door closes behind Amaimon. “Where am I supposed to find something to eat?” you ask, sitting up and crossing your legs comfortably in the middle of the bed. Seti sits across from you, staring blankly for a few moments before responding. “You’re an adult, ______. Get up, put on your shoes, and step out of the hotel room.”
“But Amaimon said-“
“And? The idiot can find you easily; he knows your scent.”
“Oh.”
“______, get up! It’s absurd to wait here just because that fool said to. You need to have dinner. The King of Earth doesn’t require food like you do. Let’s go!”
You raise an eyebrow at Seti’s orders. “You know, I’d wait if you asked me to…”
“Ow, stop! I’ve been bitten enough today!” you hiss, pulling your leg even closer to you. The fox had bitten your ankle.
“I really don’t want to hear about how often that creep bites you.”
“It’s not like that! He was biting me as a hamster.”
“Again, I really don’t want to hear it.”
The little fox ushers you out the door. You hope that if Amaimon decides to track you down, he will do so without causing a disturbance. Sighing, you leave the hotel and start searching for the nearest restaurant so you can quickly find something to eat.
A few shops down from the inn, you stumble upon a cozy ramen shop, filled with the inviting aroma of simmering broth and the sound of soft chatter. You step inside, anticipating a quick and satisfying meal. As you settle at the bar, you glance down at the fox lounging comfortably beneath the bar. "Do you want anything?" you whisper to him. "Grilled chicken," he replies with a lazy flick of his tail. You nod discreetly before summoning the shop owner over to place your order.
The bowl of ramen is just sat in front of you when someone approaches from behind and wraps their arms around your shoulders. “Do I look human now?” you glance down at the arms encircling you; his claws now appear as nails, trimmed and clear. “Your hands at least look human.” He releases his grip, allowing you to turn and get a better look at his new appearance.
“Oh wow.”
Amaimon’s wearing a soft green forest-colored t-shirt paired with rich burgundy pants that mirror his usual style. Despite only subtle changes in his appearance, he feels strikingly different now, as if a part of him has shifted. “Do you prefer me as a human?” he asks calmly. “No, I miss the ears,” you admit, a hint of longing in your tone, as you pull him down into the seat beside you. Just then, the staff arrives to take his order. “How did you change your appearance?” you question, your fingers tracing the smooth line of his ear, searching for the familiar contours that used to be there.
“Big Brother gave this to me.” He holds up his right hand to show off a plain silver band on his left ring finger. “You look like you’re wearing a wedding ring.” You laugh.
Amaimon brings his hand to his face. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s even on the finger where you wear a wedding band.” You shake your head at the absurdity of it as you drop a piece of chicken to Seti.
“So, you need one?” There’s a puff of smoke, and a ring materializes in his right palm. “Give me your hand ______.”
“No.”
Seti scoffs while looking up at both of you. “What are you two idiots doing?”
“I want _____ to put this ring on."
“I’m not putting that ring on."
"Why not?"
“We’re not married."
“So? We will be getting married soon."
Seti groans at the stupidity.
You sigh. “You don’t wear a wedding ring before marriage.”
On the opposite side of the restaurant, an elderly man bursts into laughter, seemingly having watched the two of you the whole time. “You need to get an engagement ring first, kiddo," he says, chuckling as he enjoys a drink.
"Engagement ring?” Amaimon responds, turning his attention to the old man.
“Yup! It’s a ring with a diamond in the center. You ask her to marry you and give her the engagement ring, and then everyone will know she has a fiancé.”
“Oh.” The demon king refocuses his attention on you. “Is that true?”
“Yeah—wait, where are you going? You haven’t eaten.”
“To buy a ring. Bye.”
“No!” You quickly grab him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Amaimon, sit down and eat.” You pull him back into his chair. “Give me the ring.” You sigh, leaning in slightly while taking the simple band from him and slipping it onto your finger.
“That’s the wrong finger.”
“Amaimon, please.”
Seti interjects, “Women wear it on that finger.” He easily lies, and the demon king readily accepts this after scrutinizing you for a moment.
When Amaimon shifts his focus to the bowl of noodles, Seti gives you a disapproving look.
Amaimon believed that exploring the town with you was far more exciting than spending hours watching you sleep, which ultimately caused you to miss your nap. Instead, the two of you strolled through the town, with Amaimon buying a variety of random items that had no real purpose, all thanks to Mephisto’s credit card. At one point, you even had to pull him away from a jewelry store.
Seti steps in front of you, blocking your path to the gathering place where the other exorcists are congregating. He narrows his eyes, his brow furrowing with concern. "King of Earth," he says, his voice steady yet urgent, "do you know how to assist those blinded by the demon?”
“Yes.”
“Will you help them?”
Amaimon tilts his head curiously. “Why should I help them?”
“Because your girlfriend wants you to.”
“You mean my queen.” Amaimon turns his attention to you. “Do you want me to help them?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Why do you care about random people?”
Seti speaks up for you. “Because she’s an exorcist idiot, that’s what they do. They protect people; she wants to exorcise demons and protect humans.”
“I can help you get rid of the Kormos demon, but why should I help the people who are blinded?” His tone isn’t sarcastic; he’s genuinely curious. He doesn’t know these people, and neither do you, so why should it matter?
You look at him cautiously for a moment, then gently cup his face in your hands and pull him into a kiss. When you pull away, a cute blush spreads across his cheeks. “Please.”
“Okay.”
Seti rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to say anything that might lead the king to reconsider. As annoying as Amaimon can be, it’s amusing to see him melt so easily in your hands. Seti can’t help but wonder if you truly understand just how much power you have over the king.
With Amaimon agreeing to help those blinded by the demon, the three of you quickly head to the meeting spot. Hanako spots you right away and grins widely. “_____! Hi.” Her attention shifts to Amaimon. “Oh, who’s your friend?”
“This is uh…”
“Ambrosius.” Amaimon answers for you.
“Are you an exorcist?”
“No.”
Hanako gazes at you, confusion evident in her expression. In that moment, Seti steps in, providing clarity. “He specializes in demon studies and was once trained as an exorcist. However, he was more interested in understanding demons rather than exorcising them.” Your eyes widen with admiration for Seti's quick thinking, and you can't help but wonder if he came up with this explanation on the spot.
Seti swiftly picks up on your curiosity and hops onto your shoulder. "Idiot, you’ve not even considered what to say to your parents when they meet him, have you?”
“Oh, when did you think of that?”
The fox remains silent, leaping off your shoulder and turning away.
Hanako smiles at Amaimon. “It’s wonderful to meet you! I’m Hanako. So, how do you two know each other?”
“He’s my boyfriend,” you reply quickly, but Hanako continues to stare at you for an unsettlingly long moment. You don’t notice the heat rising to your cheeks until Amaimon pokes your cheek with his dull nail. Startled, you swat his hand away. “What are you doing?”
Amaimon disregards your question, opting instead to inspect his hands. Normally, when he pokes you, there’s a slight indention, but now, he runs his thumbs over his newly transformed human nails, which are smooth and unblemished. Even as a hamster, he had claws—that he enjoyed watching press against your skin. “I don’t like this,” he comments, still inspecting his lack of claws.
“Don’t like what?” you frown, taking his hands to inspect them yourself. “They look normal.”
“That’s the problem _______.” Seti sighs. “Stop talking, you have a job.”
A few minutes later, the team leader strides in, her distrust of Amaimon strikingly evident. She quickly asks for his name and rank."Ambrosius Faust? I’ve never heard of you," she states, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny. However, Amaimon meets her gaze with unwavering blankness. "Okay," he replies, unruffled by her suspicion. “Faust, isn’t that the name Sir Pheles uses?” she presses for more information. "Yes," he responds with a shrug. “Why do you have his name?
Seti speaks up. “Does it even matter? There are far more pressing concerns than Ambrosius Faust. Mephisto sent him here because of his expertise; he can help you eliminate the demon with ease.” He gives the leader a look of judgment. “You should really concentrate on your responsibilities.”
Hanako’s eyes widen in disbelief while the leader’s narrow in anger; you awkwardly glance to the side. Seti clearly doesn’t care who you are; he’d probably even call out the Paladin. “Seti—”
“What?"
“Nothing.”
The team leader takes a deep breath and nods, setting aside her pride, and motions for the group to enter a nearby tent that the exorcists have prepared. Once inside, she spreads a map on the round table.
“Here’s the plan…”
As she explains, you see Amaimon staring at the map, tilting his head like a bird watching a worm.
“Is that… where we are going?” His pointed finger lands over an area of the map marked 'Red Zone'.
The leader stammers, "Y-yes..." caught off guard by the sudden interruption. Silence fills the room briefly. Clearing her throat, she continues, "Anyway..."
You should focus on the leader and her words, but Amaimon appears disinterested, shifting his gaze to your left hand. He had been observing the women adorned with wedding bands until now. Silently, he removes the ring from your finger and places it where it belongs. The leader notices Amaimon's distraction and addresses him sharply, "Mr. Faust, are you listening?”
“No.”
“Listen!”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m a woman!”
“Okay?”
You cover his mouth and quickly think of an excuse, saying, “He saw it on a TV show. Please excuse him.”
“Anyway, this is pointless. I can just get rid of the kormos now,” Amaimon states, tugging your hand away from his mouth. Instead of letting go, he weaves his fingers through yours.
The leader glares intensely at him. “Do you really think you can just waltz in here and manage this alone? It has harmed multiple people and has only grown more powerful because of it. Two people have already lost their lives, and—”
“So, the problem is, you’re weak," Amaimon says with a shrug. “I can handle it myself.” He pulls a lollipop from his pocket and starts to leave the tent. “You can't handle this alone! Exorcists work in teams during situations like this!” the leader calls after him, but Amaimon dismisses her with a wave. "I’m not an exorcist.”
As Amaimon steps out of the tent, she spins around to face you, her eyes wide. “He’s going to get himself killed! You have to stop him.” You fidget awkwardly. “I’m sure he’ll be fine….”
Moments later, a call crackled through the leader's walkie-talkie: “The kormos has appeared! It’s near a civilian!”
You glance down at Seti fairly certain the civilian is Amaimon.
“I’ll be right there.” Before stepping out of the tent, she turns to you and Hanako. “Quickly, let’s go before anyone else gets hurt.”
The scenario could have gone smoothly. The demon would have left at Amaimon’s command, provided everyone allowed him to handle it. However, that didn't happen. Before Amaimon had a chance to approach the demon, the exorcists burst on the scene, shouting for him to fall back and cautioning him about the impending danger. Although Amaimon could still issue commands to the demon, your appearance diverted its focus. Before the demon even registered Amaimon, it was pulled towards you instead.
“Beautiful eyes, I want them.”
You stop in your tracks; the demon isn’t as horrifying as you imagined. It appears more ghostly than monstrous—there's no clear shape, yet its presence is unmistakable. You glance at the blue-eyed girl beside you, “Hanako, I think it wants your eyes.”
You slowly take a few steps away from Hanako, but the demon trails your movements, insisting, "Give me your eyes.”
“Seti.” The fox suddenly expands and leaps in front of you, ready to protect you. “______, step back,” he commands without glancing your way. Just as Seti and the other exorcists position themselves, another demon pounces on the first one from behind. Blood splatters as it screams in agony while the demon on top keeps its brutal attack going. Your eyes widen, Behemoth! Amaimon’s familiar ravages through the demon while Amaimon stands behind to watch, covered in the kormos’ blood.
Amaimon appears to be a mixture of amusement and slight annoyance. His golden eyes shine with excitement as they observe the brutal scene unfolding before him. While he seems to find the situation highly entertaining, there's an edge in his gaze when he watches his familiar, who is handling all the work. This isn't how Amaimon envisioned things; he would prefer to jump into the fight. But this demon is considerably weaker than others, offering less entertainment than he would like.
You watch in shock as Amaimon stands before you, his face blank, with Behemoth already called back. Blood trickles down his arms and stains his shirt. Seti jumps onto your shoulder. “That’s what you’re in love with—a demon,” he says, his voice soft but heavy with meaning. Amaimon lifts a hand to wipe the blood from his cheek.
The leader snaps out of her stupor, shouting orders to those nearby. She instructs everyone to start cleaning up and preparing reports, then shifts her focus to Amaimon. “Get yourself cleaned up. Is the hobgoblin your familiar, Faust? I’ll need to include it in the report.”
“Yes.”
“_______, take him to get cleaned up.”
As you step forward, you cautiously grasp Amaimon’s upper arm where there’s no blood. "Right," you say. “Let’s head back to my room. You can shower and change into some clean clothes.”
As you enter the inn, the staff is absent from the front desk. Seizing the moment, you quickly pull Amaimon down the hall to your room and shove him inside. “Amaimon, take off your clothes and put them in this bag," you command, retrieving a trash bag provided by the inn. You notice him starting to lift his shirt. “What are you doing?! Don’t undress here—head to the bathroom!" You don’t want blood to cover the room. You follow him to the bathroom, quickly collecting his discarded clothes as he removes them.
As you gather your clothes and prepare to leave, your exit is suddenly obstructed by Amaimon, who steps in front of the door. He stands before you, completely naked, his blank stare locked onto you as he tilts his head inquisitively. “Where are you going?” You force yourself to maintain eye contact, trying to suppress the warmth rising in your cheeks. “Amaimon, I need to get rid of these and get you some more clothes.” You raise the bag full of blood-stained garments. Amaimon closes the bathroom door, keeping you both in the confined space, and you step back as far as the space allows.
Besides the obvious fact that he’s undressed, there’s still blood all over his body. You don’t want to be covered in blood too. Amaimon, indifferent to the blood, snatches the key he left on the sink to unlock the door to another bedroom. "This is my bedroom,” he says, stepping around you to reach the shower. “Leave the clothes by the door. Belial will come get them.”
“Who?”
“The butler.”
“Oh.”
Amaimon steps into the shower, prompting you to quickly enter his bedroom. The first thing you notice is the scattered candy wrappers and shelves of manga on the walls. It’s a typical bedroom, seemingly unused. You tie off the bag and turn to his wardrobe to grab a set of clean clothes. Your brows raise in surprise as you open it. While the variety of clothing isn’t shocking, the abundance of green and burgundy outfits stands out. You can’t help but picture Mephisto having a similar wardrobe, likely filled with white and pink suits.
Instead of getting him the button-up shirt and pants, you find a simple black t-shirt and comfortable pants for him to sleep in. You’re unsure if the mission is officially over; it might extend for another day or two. Plus, you’ve already paid for one night at the inn.
“I’m hanging your clothes on the rack beside the towel,” you call out to him, only able to see a blurry outline through the steam on the glass. “I’ll be waiting for you in the room.”
About two minutes later, Amaimon steps out of the bathroom, clad only in shorts with a towel draped around his neck. As he approaches, you can see droplets of water cascading down his chest, and your cheeks begin to flush with warmth.
Seti jumps off the bed. “No. No. _____, open the door to the town,” Seti orders, wanting to return to True Cross campus town, far away from you and Amaimon.
You suddenly snap out of your trance. “Huh? Oh, uh, okay.” You hurriedly search around, trying to remember where you put the key that will lead Seti to his destination. After a quick moment, you find the key and promptly open the door for Seti. The fox gives you a judgmental look before stepping outside.
As the door clicks shut, Amaimon is immediately behind you, his warm chest pushing against your back as his arms encircle you. You can feel his claws lightly grazing your arm, and his damp hair brushes against your face. Water trickles from his hair onto your neck and shoulders, a clear sign that he hasn't tried to dry off.
“Amaimon,” you say, trying to squirm free for a moment, he finally allows you to turn and face him, his arms dropping to your waist.
“Your hair is wet,” you comment, lifting the towel draped over his shoulders to blot his hair, soaking up much of the water.
As your gaze shifts from his hair to his face, a smile inevitably spreads across your lips. He returns your look with a blank expression, seemingly unfazed, yet an endearing blush colors his cheeks. "I hope you're not this easily flustered with others," you remark playfully. Amaimon subtly shakes his head. "Only with you," he confesses calmly, his fingers brushing against his flushed cheek.
“Are you sure?”
“Do you want me to test it? I’m not going to; I don’t want to.”
You wrap your arm around his shoulders gently, inviting him in for a soft, warm kiss. After a moment, you take in the sight of his flushed face before gently pulling down the towel to cover his features. “I brought a shirt; go put it on.”
“I’m not going to do that either.”
His sudden refusal takes you by surprise, your eyes widening. Amaimon's golden gaze meets yours with determined defiance as he raises an eyebrow almost challengingly.
You attempt to protest, but you stop when his fingers methodically trace the edge of your clothing. “It’s time for bed, ______.” His cool fingertips begin to peel away your layers with careful attention. “You have on too many clothes for us to sleep."
He slides the heavy exorcist jacket off your shoulders; perhaps he should just make it disappear. Today, the demon seems particularly drawn to you—what if he hadn’t been here? You really need to distance yourself from this job; it's unnecessary. You don’t need the money; he can take care of you, and once the other demons see you as his queen, they won't dare touch you.
Amaimon leans in close, his lips softly brushing against yours. He gently nibbles your lower lip before slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He deepens the kiss, walking you backward until you gently bump against the bed. The demon king pauses the kiss briefly to take off your shirt and pants before pushing you onto the bed and resuming the kiss. His lips glide from yours down to your throat, gently nibbling the unblemished skin, a strong desire to leave marks building within him. He lifts his head to look into your eyes. "Can I bite you?" His question catches you off guard. “Isn’t that what you were doing?"
“No. I mean, I want to bite you.” He stresses the word, eager to sink his fangs into your throat. Your flawless skin and captivating scent are impossible to resist. "Please?”
You stare in disbelief, shaking your head. "What are you, a vampire?" His strange request to bite you catches you off guard.
"No..."
“Will it hurt?"
"Probably..."
“So why would I let you bite me?” you sigh
He stares at you blankly for a moment before pouting.
You watch him pout for a moment, then roll your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute," you mutter. Any irritation you felt melts away as his eyes light up.
He leans down, softly brushing a stray hair behind your ear as he gently presses his lips to yours, igniting a spark of warmth. His fingers trail lightly down your arm, sending tingles across your skin, before shifting his focus to the tender area where your neck meets your shoulder on the right side. He presses his lips against the spot that’s caught his interest before running his tongue along it. “Maybe hold onto me?” Amaimon offers, his breath warm against your skin, recalling that humans can be rather sensitive.
Your fingers weave through his hair, the cool, damp strands slipping between your fingers. “Go ahead,” you murmur softly, locking your gaze with his piercing golden eyes. He responds with a hum, almost like a purr, and his lips find their way back to the tender spot on your neck. The moment he finally bites into your subtly fragrant skin, a surprising spike of pain jolts through you, making you flinch instinctively.
Amaimon quickly pulls away, concern flickering in his amber eyes as he notices your clenched jaw and the tight grip of your hand in his hair. "Too much?" he asks cautiously, an almost regretful look crossing his face.
You tighten your grip on his hair before relaxing. “No, it was more shocking.” Hearing that you’re okay, he lowers his head again, dragging his tongue along your skin and collecting the blood. “Are you sure you’re not a vampire?” you ask him as he gently sucks on your throat to draw out more blood. “I’m the King of Earth.” He nibbles at the spot again, this time with less force.
As he pulls away and gazes down at you, you gently push a strand of hair from his eyes. “You’re so cute; I love you.” He narrows his brows. “I’m not cute. I’m the King of Earth."
“The cute King of Earth.”
He gazes at you with a blank expression for a moment before inquiring, “Is that the reason you love me? Because you find me attractive?”
“No.”
"Then why do you love me?” It doesn’t matter whether you love him or not, because you belong to him regardless. Still, he can’t help but feel curious about this emotion; it doesn’t make sense to him.
“Oh.” Your eyes widen at his question, and you gently push him away before sitting up. “Can you grab me a shirt? Pajamas?” You nod toward your bag. When he hands you a large white shirt, you take it and stare at him. “Could you turn around?”
“Why?”
“So, I can take off my bra.”
“I’ve seen you naked.”
With a sigh, you frown and turn away from him, quickly unclipping your bra and slipping on the shirt. Amaimon promptly climbs into bed beside you, pulling you down with him and turning your head to face him. “So, why do you love me? If it’s not because you find me attractive, then what is it?”
“I do find you attractive, but that’s not the only reason. I feel drawn to you; I love your unique sense of style and your quirky traits, the way you carry yourself. I like your interests, and even if you dislike it, you tend to go into things with an open mind. You’re not afraid of Seti, and you show an interest in me.” You turn away from his gaze to look up at the ceiling instead. “I miss you when you’re not here. I don’t know much about love; I’ve never really experienced it before.” You shrug, recalling a thought that crossed your mind the first time you confessed to yourself and him that you loved him. “Maybe I don’t really love you; maybe it’s just an intense crush.”
You miss how his eyes darken just for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing through them. He blinks, and that intense expression disappears before you turn back to face him. “I told you to love me.” He complains. “You don’t listen.”
You can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I love you.”
“Please.”
You raise a brow. “Please what?”
“Love only me.”
Chapter 14: Chapter 14
Summary:
Hot Seti is back, Amaimon isn't happy lol
Might was to review the last chapter when reader is trying to explain love to Amaimon
SFW
Thanks for the kudos and comments are really appreciated hearing what you guys think <3
Chapter Text
“Haven’t we already had this conversation? You demanding that I love you.” You laugh, shaking your head. “I do love you.”
Amaimon shrugs, “______?”
“Yes?”
“I like your odd quirks,” he says bluntly, lying on his side and observing you with an intensity that makes your heart race. His unexpected words catch you off guard.
“I don’t have odd quirks,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. Amaimon stares at you for a moment before continuing, “You make a funny face when Seti scolds you.”
“No…” you protest weakly, even as a small part of you recognizes the truth in his observation.
He runs his claw along your ear, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. “And you like playing with my ears.”
“I…” you stammer, your voice faltering under the weight of his gaze.
His thumb gently brushes against your cheek. “You like to stare at my face, especially when I blush.”
Your face begins to burn, and you avert your gaze to the ceiling, attempting to conceal the rush of emotions coursing through you. Amaimon grips your head, lightly but firmly, turning you to face him once more. “I like staring at your face too. I like those quirks.”
He locks eyes with you for a moment, his hand resting gently on your cheek. "I don’t like being away from you; it frustrates me. I got angry at Big Brother because he asked me to go somewhere and said I couldn’t bring you. I told him no."
“Oh.” You blink, unsure of how to respond, still trying to grasp his meaning. “It’s nice to know you like me.”
A slight frown furrows his brow. “Like? If it’s love for you, why isn’t it love for me?” He pulls his hand away and turns his back to you. “I don’t understand humans.”
“Love?!” You grasp at his shoulder, urging him to face you. “You think you love me?”
“I never cared about emotions before—until I met you. You make me feel things I don’t understand.” He admits. “But if what you described is love, then I do love you.”
He hesitates, struggling to articulate his thoughts. "You... do things that annoy me," he states plainly.
Your eyes widen at that, “What have I done that annoys you?”
“You spend too much time with the fox; you continue working as an exorcist; you were more focused on Rin than me at the amusement park, and you didn’t want to kiss me there.” As he lists the reasons you annoy him, you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing. His voice is edged with tension, a mix of annoyance and something else simmering just beneath the surface. He’s not annoyed; he’s jealous.
“Are you laughing at me?” His brow furrows, the muscles in his jaw tightening, creating an earnest expression that almost makes your heart flutter.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re really cute.” You can’t help but smile, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily. Amaimon, with his striking features and the unique glow in his eyes, holds your attention completely. “I’ve been spending more time with you lately than with Seti. I can’t just stop working; Rin was lying beaten on the ground, and I needed to check on him. I didn’t want to kiss you because, as I mentioned at the amusement park, exorcists can’t just go around randomly kissing demons, especially demon kings. You’re not annoyed with me; you’re jealous.” You pull him closer, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, and press your lips against his soft, inviting ones. “There’s no need to be jealous,” you whisper, losing yourself in the intoxicating mix of his scent and the soft brush of his skin against yours.
“Jealous?”
“Yeah, like you’re worried someone is going to take me from you. Actually, it feels like you’re teetering on the edge of being a yandere,” you said, unable to hide the amusement in your voice. The warnings Mephisto gave to Seti flash through your mind, making you a little uneasy yet oddly intrigued.
"Jealous," Amaimon finally repeated after a long pause, his expression thoughtful as if he was trying to understand a new concept. The word hung in the air, heavy with implication. "Is that what it is? I don't want others getting what's mine," he added, his gaze intense, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.
"You're possessive, too," you chuckled softly. Despite their possible undertones, his words stirred a warm feeling in your chest. They are endearing in a strange way.
"I have to be. You're mine," he replies, his tone blunt, as if this were the most obvious truth in the world. “I’ll stop anyone who tries to take you from me.” He climbs over you as he speaks, his head dipping slowly until your lips finally meet.
He deepens the kiss, tracing his tongue over your lower lip to seek entrance while simultaneously, his claws dig into your hips, making you gasp. Amaimon’s tongue glides against yours before he pulls away and begins placing kisses down your throat. He then redirects his attention to the spot he had asked to bite earlier. A sharp pain shoots down your neck. “Amaimon, that hurts," you groan as he grazes his fangs along the still-sensitive skin. He huffs in slight annoyance before dropping all of his weight on you.
You sigh at the unexpected weight. “Are you always this clingy?” you ask while running your hands across his bare back. "Is it the same with your past relationships?”
“No.” He shifts his body lower, resting his head comfortably against your chest. You gently lift your hands, fingers gliding through his soft hair. “Then why are you so clingy to me?”
“You’re going to be my mate,” he responds as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
You give a gentle tug at his hair. “And do you always decide that your partner will become your mate within a month?”
You can feel him shaking his head. “No, you will be my first and only mate.”
“Just curious, if you were in another vessel, would you still want me as your mate?”
“You think I only want you as my mate because of my vessel?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
He shrugs. “You’re probably right.”
“Amaimon!” You attempt to push him away, but he tightens his grip around your waist. “You weirdo, let go of me.”
“Wait, no, in my other vessels, I’d still want you as a mate; I just wouldn’t be so…” He lifts his head, the warmth of his breath brushing against your neck as he begins to nuzzle into you like he had when he was a hamster. “This vessel is… sensitive in multiple ways.” He raises his head to frown at you. “I need to make you my mate as soon as possible. You're living with another man.”
“Seti is a fox.”
“He has a human form.”
You let out a sigh. “Amaimon, you’re jealous of a fox.” His jealousy could become an issue. A few of your childhood friends come to mind; they’ll want to see you, but if Amaimon tags along to your parent's house, things are going to get complicated. “You better be nice to my family and friends next month.” You give a hollow warning. What can you truly do against a demon king? You can feel the power that surrounds him; you are nothing compared to him. “You need to understand you have no reason to be jealous, Amaimon.” You gently run your fingers along the tips of his ears. “I’m yours.”
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“Big brother.”
The door to Mephisto’s office swings open as the green-haired demon steps inside.
“Hello, Amaimon.” Mephisto grins at the younger demon. “How can I assist you?”
“Am I supposed to buy ______ a ring with a diamond?”
The question takes Mephisto by surprise. “Oh? Are you asking her now instead of demanding it?”
Amaimon shrugs. “She knows we’re getting married.”
“Did you ask her?”
“I told her.”
“Of course you did. Why are you asking about an engagement ring?”
“A man told me I need to give her an engagement ring before the wedding ring.”
“No. You’re supposed to ask and then present the engagement ring.”
Amaimon tilts his head, confused. “So, I don’t need to buy her a ring?”
Mephisto rubs his chin, contemplating the best way to get Amaimon to shut up about the ring without spending too much money; after all, it’s Mephisto’s money that Amaimon will be using. “I’ll give you my card to buy her a ring, but keep it under 15,000 yuan, deal?” He extends a sleek black credit card for Amaimon to use.
Amaimon grabs the card, muttering a quick thanks, before jumping out the window like a wild animal. Mephisto shakes his head in disapproval.
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So, that’s what Amaimon does. However, there was one big problem with Mephisto’s plan that he hadn’t taken account of.
The Earth King wanders into the bustling city, overwhelmed by the crowd and the array of specialty shops surrounding him. Surely, there must be a shop dedicated to selling rings, but despite his search, he hasn’t noticed any. His quest for the perfect ring leads him to a convenience store, not for a ring, but for candy. He decides to take his chances and asks the cashier if he knows of a place to buy a ring.
“Welcome!” A young, beautiful, dark-haired woman smiles kindly at Amaimon as he enters the jewelry store.
Amaimon gets straight to the point. “I need an engagement ring. With a diamond.”
“Of course! Let’s start with your budget.”
“15,000 yen.”
The saleslady’s grin falters as she responds, “Oh, well, we might not have a diamond ring for that much, but we can find something just as—”
He interrupts her, asking, “How much are diamond rings?”
“Our most affordable option is around 40,000 yen, while our more expensive ones can reach into the millions.” Her smile returns, though now tinged with a hint of nervousness, as she assesses this unusual man in the store.
Amaimon tilts his head, curiosity piqued. “Millions?” The more expensive, the better, right? “I want to see those.”
She taps her fingers anxiously and asks, "Are you sure? Sometimes, it’s difficult to admire something and become attached, only to realize you can't afford it.” She says this as politely as possible. Why present someone with rings worth millions when they are out of their price range? Also, this man slightly scares her.
“I want to see them.” He orders.
“Of course.”
The most expensive rings are located at the back of the store. Amaimon pays no mind to the other jewelry around him, focusing solely on the section to which the woman is guiding him. “If you don’t mind my asking, what is your budget...?"
“I have no budget."
Her eyes widen in confusion. How did the budget go from 15,000 yen to no budget at all? “Are you sure?"
“I don’t like to repeat myself.”
She gestures toward the display of rings. He frowns; there are so many. Noticing his confusion, she offers her assistance. “Well, what shape does she prefer? Round, princess, pear, marquise, oval, cushion?” She lists a few from the top of her head. When he gives her a blank stare, she offers him a booklet showcasing different types of cuts. “Which do you think she’d prefer?” He maintains his blank expression. “Well, do you want one single diamond or something like this?” She gestures toward a ring featuring smaller diamonds encircling a large one in the center and another ring adorned with diamonds on the band as well.
“Only one.”
She nods. “Okay, so these all have single diamonds; you don’t have any idea what shape she’d like?” As he stares at the rings, one stands out to him more than the others. “That one.” He taps on the glass.
The woman stares down uneasily at the ring, “That one?” She questions, eyeing the price. “I told you; I don’t like to repeat myself.” When anger seeps into his tone, she quickly nods. “Okay, we’ll need to size the ring. Do you know what size she wears?”
“…no.”
“R-right, well, sir. You can go ahead and purchase it now, and just give me a call when you have her size. I’ll make sure to prepare everything as soon as I receive the details. Does that sound good?" She’s still slightly nervous he won’t be able to afford it.
“It’ll be two and a half million.” She shakily takes the card the man passes to her, worried about his reaction if it’s denied. As she scans it, her eyes widen in surprise. It was approved.
Amaimon leaves the shop with a receipt and a mission to find your ring size.
Mephisto’s problem is that he didn’t think that a jeweler could show Amaimon more expensive options.
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“Seti, I’m so bored,” you sigh as you lean back against the sofa. Seti sits on the opposite side, gently massaging your left ankle and gazing off into the distance, relaxed in a white t-shirt and brown pants “I’m not here to entertain you,” he replies, glancing at you from the corner of his eye before returning his gaze into the distance. “Why don’t you call your boyfriend? Or fiancé? Whatever he is to you,” Seti suggests with a shrug.
It is as if the demon king could sense Seti talking about him; only a few moments later, the door to your house swings open. The demon king strides into the living room, pausing to take in the scene. Amaimon glares at the fox demon, who responds with an arched brow. "Is something wrong, King?" he taunts. As the two demons lock eyes in a tense standoff, you sit quietly, debating whether to intervene. Seti is clearly trying to piss off Amaimon, but if you call him out, he’ll only assert that he’s not doing anything—just sitting on the sofa—which is technically true. With a lazy flick, Seti's fluffy tail thumps against the cushion as he leans back, unfazed.
Amaimon’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and demanding, as he questions you. “Why is he here?”
Seti answers for you. “Because I live here,” comes the calm reply, the air thick with tension between them.
Amaimon steps closer, “Why is he touching you?”
“I’m her familiar,” he replies once again before you can, unperturbed by the unspoken threats of the demon king. “But if you really want to know, the idiot hurt her ankle, and I’m just massaging the muscle. If you’d like to take my place, feel free; I’ll grab the heating pad.” Seti gently pushes your leg to the side and stands from the sofa.
Amaimon doesn’t take Seti’s place. Instead, he drops to his knees beside you and leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he stares boredly. “You’re living with another man.” He repeats what he had said in the hotel the night before.
“Seti is a fox.”
“A fox can’t touch you like that.”
Seti approaches the back of the sofa and drops the heating pad on your sore ankle. “Actually, a fox can touch her like that because I just did it, and I am a fox.” Irritation seeps into his voice as he speaks, leaving you uncertain about which is worse: an irritated Seti who refuses to leave your side while you’re still recovering or a jealous demon king who isn’t going to leave your side because he’s jealous of the fox that won’t leave your side until he’s deemed you well enough.
The only reason he left the night the naberius attacked was because he knew the aloe would heal you instantly. “It’s just a sore ankle, Seti; I’ll be fine.”
“That idiot doesn’t know how to take care of you.” You don’t realize just how awful that insult is. But it’s a personal attack on Amaimon. The most important responsibility of a demon with a mate is to care for their mate. Sure, you’re not Amaimon’s mate yet, but it still applies.
Amaimon sees red. “I’ll kill you.”
“But if you kill me, who will take care of ______?”
You grasp onto Amaimon when you feel him begin to shift, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. In your panic, you do the first thing that comes to mind: you bite him.
His reaction to your biting him is completely outside the realm of what you expected. His body relaxes unexpectedly as if the very essence of his being has been momentarily disrupted. Like he’s glitching, his eyes widen in surprise, and he falls into your arms.
Seti snorts.
Chapter 15: Chapter 15
Summary:
No smut, though sex is mentioned. Chapter 16 will be smut, and chapter 17 meeting the parents.
Thanks for all the support <33333
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“I’m fine now.” Although it’s still slightly sore, you can walk, but you’re exhausted from dealing with Seti’s snarky comments and Amaimon’s jealousy for nearly a week. You push Seti aside; despite his attitude, he has been extremely attentive and consistently by your side, even sleeping in the bed. Actually, you’re not sure if he managed to get any sleep. With the way Seti and Amaimon glare at each other as you drift off, it’s hard to tell how much rest either of the demons has had over the past week. “You’re limping, _____ sit back down. You shouldn’t be putting any weight on it.” Seti scolds while Amaimon attempts to pull you back on the sofa into his arms again. “I told you I’m fine.”
“Shut up. I’ll get you lunch.”
“I can get her food.” Amaimon cuts in. “It’s pointless you’re here, I can take care of her.”
Seti ignores the Earth King, dismissing his jealousy. His sole focus is on taking care of you, something that the foolish king clearly cannot handle. If he were capable, he would be the one asking you what you’d like for lunch.
“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here.” You narrow your eyes at Amaimon.
You frown at yourself in the mirror, feeling the tension between Seti and Amaimon becoming increasingly ridiculous. However, you hope that once Seti believes you are healed enough, he will leave you alone again. When you hear the front door close, you step out of the bathroom, wiping your wet hands on your pants.
As you enter the living room, you find Amaimon still slumped on the sofa, his gaze fixed vacantly on the turned-off television. The silence hangs in the air until he catches sight of you, turning his head slowly in your direction. You notice the subtle shift in his expression as he watches you approach, your limp evident with each step. “I can take care of you.”
“I know.”
“So, why are you allowing the fox to do it?”
“Seti is just worried about me; he’s always been here. He’s always helped take care of me when I needed it,” you explain gently, not wanting to upset Amaimon further since he’s already in a bad mood.
“You say I have no reason to worry about Seti.”
“You don’t.”
“He sleeps in your bed.”
“He’s a fox.”
“He takes care of you.”
“Amaimon, you’re jealous of a fox. Stop that; I’ve told you I only want you.” You grasp the collar of his striped shirt, pulling him closer. “I promise you don’t need to worry about Seti. No one can take me from you. I love you.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his. “Only you, Amaimon,” you whisper softly against his lips. He tilts his head for a better angle as he runs his tongue along your lower lip.
Seti returns twenty minutes later to find you on the sofa with Amaimon over you, lips locked. He scowls, but neither of you acknowledges him; in fact, you probably haven’t even noticed his arrival. Nonetheless, he is acutely aware that the king has. With a look of disdain, he watches as Amaimon presses his hips into yours. At least they’re still dressed. He sighs as he walks to the end of the sofa and grips your ankle tightly.
The sudden jolt of pain catches you off guard, causing you to gasp and arch your back. Your teeth painfully clink against Amaimon’s as you do so. You push Amaimon away and stare wide-eyed at the fox demon. “I was just checking it,” he replies with a shrug. “Here’s your lunch.” He raises his right hand to reveal a bag of takeout.
“My ankle,” you groan, pulling it closer to rub the spot where Seti had grabbed it. “This is where it hurts!” you complain to the fox, stares back, looking unimpressed. “I know. Get up and eat. Amaimon’s saliva doesn’t count as food.”
Your cheeks flush at Seti’s words as you quickly straighten yourself. "Are you trying to embarrass me for kissing my boyfriend?”
“You're embarrassing yourself by being with him. Now, eat."
You awkwardly push Amaimon aside and reach for the bag in Seti’s hand, but the asshole lifts it just out of your reach just as you’re about to grab it. “Really?"
“Eat at the table.”
As you get up, your injured leg gives way under you, threatening to send you tumbling. Just in time, Amaimon catches you around the waist, pulling you back against him.
Seti glares at Amaimon's hands, which are wrapped securely around your waist.
Seti places the food bag on the table while frowning at you and Amaimon. "Thanks for lunch, Seti," you say, trying to lighten the tension that has been building between the two of you.
"Eat, I’m leaving," Seti replies, turning toward the apartment’s entrance.
"Where are you going?" you ask him.
Seti pauses at the door, his hand resting on the knob. "Out."
You let out a sigh as the fox walks away, watching him transform just before the door closes behind him. Once you settle at the table, Amaimon begins rummaging through the bag.
“No.” You quickly grab the food and tableware as Amaimon sits down next to you. “I’m an adult; I can feed myself.” You frown, using your chopsticks to pick up a vegetable. Although you value Amaimon and Seti’s eagerness to help, you don’t want to be treated like a child. “But I have to take care of you.”
“If you want to feed me, you can get some strawberries and dip them in chocolate later.” It was meant to be a joke, but when you look up at Amaimon, his face is red, and you realize how that could be interpreted. “Wait, no, I—"
“Can I cover you in chocolate? That would be fun, right?” His monotone with the cute blush is overwhelming, and you drop your head to the table. “I’ll get messy if you cover me in chocolate.”
“No, I’ll lick it off.”
“Please stop talking.”
“It was your idea.”
“I was talking about the strawberries, not myself!” you protest, concealing your flushed cheeks behind your hands. “Anyway,” you continue, attempting to redirect the conversation from its awkward path. “I thought you preferred junk food.”
Amaimon settles beside you at the table, nonchalantly opening a bag of chips as if your remark hadn't fazed him. "I eat anything that tastes good," he says, his gaze fixed on you. "You taste good too.”
Face burning hot, you hastily reach out and swat at his arm. “Stop joking around like that!”
“I wasn’t joking.” His firm words make your heart race unevenly in your chest. You raise your hand to playfully slap his arm, but Amaimon smoothly catches it, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. His golden eyes stay fixed on yours. “You taste amazing.”
Stupidly, you huff and snap back, “You can’t taste anything kissing someone like.”
Amaimon nods in agreement and gently turns your hand, positioning your palm to face him. A rush of heat floods your face as you feel his warm, wet tongue glide over your palm. Reacting instinctively, you jerk your hand away, nearly knocking over the bag of food in the process.
"What—what are you doing?" you stutter, heat rising to your cheeks again.
"I'm tasting you," he replies, and despite his monotone delivery, the flush on his face tells a different story. "I want to taste more of you. Will you let me?”
“Sure.” You roll your eyes, while wiping your hand against your pants. So gross.
“Really?”
“Maybe later.”
He licks his lower lip as his eyes scan your body. “How much later?”
Your face starts to flush again as you come to the unsettling realization that he interpreted your words in a way you didn’t intend. “...I think we might be on different pages, sir.”
“Oh? Can we get on the same page?”
“Which page are you on?”
“The one where I need you.”
“Need me how?”
“… physically? I don’t know.” He seems to struggle to find the words before finally saying it bluntly. “Sex. ______ I want to have sex with you.”
Your eyes widen in surprise at the audacity of his words. A part of you had sensed what he was implying, yet you never expected him to voice it so candidly. "Right... um, hold on. What if I want to save myself for marriage?" You find yourself struggling to articulate your thoughts.
His head tilts to the side. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, no sex until we’re married.”
Amaimon steps back, a look of confusion on his face. "Oh," he says before vanishing into the bedroom. You raise an eyebrow, puzzled, but your focus shifts back to the meal Seti has provided. As you take a bite of a dumpling, Amaimon reappears, holding his phone. “_____, it says here that the wedding night is supposed to be great sex.”
You shrug.
“This vessel needs practice, though."
You choke on the dumpling.
"You really need a filter, Amaimon," you manage to splutter, giving him an exasperated glare as another cough escapes. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you hastily sip some water, trying to soothe the persistent cough.
"Why?" Amaimon pauses, his fingers gliding over the screen of his phone, genuinely puzzled. “Shouldn't we make it perfect?"
You groan, “Please stop talking.”
“Okay.”
He obediently follows your order, quietly watching you eat lunch. “Do you want one?” you ask, holding a piece up to Amaimon’s lips. He leans forward, taking the whole thing in his mouth. You struggle to suppress a grin at his stuffed cheeks. “You look like a hamster.”
“You thought I was cute as a hamster?"
"Yeah, you were adorable."
"... Am I not cute like this?"
“You’re definitely cute like this too."
“Just cute?"
"No, you're beautiful."
"Okay." He shrugs and grabs another dumpling.
It doesn’t take long to finish the meal with Amaimon casually stealing dumplings from you. “Hey Amaimon, where do you see yourself a year from now?” you ask as you toss everything in the trash. It’s not something you’ve ever given much thought to. Your life revolves around being an exorcist. It has been ever since you joined the cram school in high school. Nothing else. You didn’t even think much about relationships; you figured you had plenty of time. But your world turned upside down the night you encountered Amaimon while he was looking for some entertainment. The green-haired demon wormed his way into your life with what you thought was just an infatuation with you. However, it seems this is going to be more long-term. So, should you start thinking about the future now?
“I don’t know.”
“No thoughts?” You pressed him further, hoping to elicit a more heartfelt response.
“We’ll be married," he stated with a hint of certainty.
“And?" You prompted, seeking to unravel his hidden feelings.
“And what?” He stared back at you, a look of confusion creeping into his features.
“You want me to marry you, why?" Your question hung in the air, charged with unspoken expectations.
“…because I love you?”
“Why?" You asked again, determined to go deeper.
“You always make things complicated by asking ‘why'," he sighs.
He mentioned his vessel might be part of the reason in the hotel. You limp back to the sofa, wondering if there’s more to it. After all, he’s a thousand-year-old demon—surely there must be more beneath the surface. Once you’re comfortable on the sofa, Amaimon climbs on top of you, resting his head on your chest while gazing at the turned-off TV. “Amaimon, how old are you? It's understandable that I've fallen for you so quickly. Young people often experience first love intensely; we tend to fall fast, but it rarely lasts. But even if your vessel is young, you aren’t.” Amaimon nods and reaches for your left hand, bringing it to his face. “I’m not young.” As he speaks, he seems to focus more on your ring finger. “I’ve lost track of my age. But it’s over ten thousand.” He admits. “Hmmm, did you meet my ancestor thousands of years ago or something and fell in love with her, now you’re just using me as a replacement?” You’re not serious, and you don’t expect Amaimon to take your question seriously. But he does. He lifts his head and stares down at you. “I told you; I’ve told you, you’ll be my first and only mate.” His eyes narrow in irritation.
“Maybe she turned you down, or something happened to her before—” Amaimon silences you with a kiss. “I’ve never wanted a mate before,” he admits, looking a bit frustrated.
You nod. “So, do you want a mate because of this vessel? Why wouldn’t you want one before?” As you speak, you gently pinch the tip of his ear. "Do you know you’re the first exorcist who didn’t want to fight me when you realized who I was?" he replies, still fidgeting with your ring finger.
“Yes, well, I’m not going to fight a losing battle. No exorcist with common sense should try to be fighting you by themselves.” You tug your hand away. “What are you doing?”
“Checking your finger,” he says, taking your hand again. You let out a sigh but allow him to continue. “Now, answer me this: why didn’t you want a mate before?”
“Did you want a boyfriend before you met me?”
“No… but that doesn’t really count. I’m much younger than you.”
“Humans used to be married at ages much younger than you are now.”
“…yeah, well, our lifespan has increased, so... wait, that’s another thing. I’m human; I age. Will your vessel age?"
"No, our vessels don’t age."
"So, you’re going to be married to a little old lady while you still look like you’re in your early twenties?"
"Seems so. Don’t worry _______, I’ll take care of you when you’re old.” He promises while nuzzling your neck. “Seriously?” You question him, and he nods. “Yeah, you won’t have to worry about children or grandchildren taking care of you in your old age. Your young husband will take care of you.”
An image of Amaimon caring for you in your eighties flashes through your mind. With wispy white hair and so many wrinkles that you could hardly count them, you can’t help but chuckle at the thought. “Amaimon, you’ll look like my grandson or great-grandson taking care of me.”
He nods. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll let everyone know you’re my wife.” He grips your jaw. “And to prove it, I’ll kiss you like this.” He tilts his head as he presses his lips against yours, nibbling on your lower lip until you open your mouth for him.
“You’re full of shit.” You laugh, pushing him away. “If you’re still with me when I’m that age, I doubt the romance will still exist. Ah, this is such a weird conversation, let’s change it. What were we originally talking about?”
“Life a year from now.”
“Right, if we’re going to get married, we should probably think about this. I mean, I don’t even know if you want kids.” You gently push him away so you can both sit comfortably on the sofa. “Do you want kids?” You ask him. Amaimon blinks, realizing that the thought of kids has never crossed his mind. “I don’t know.”
“You want to marry me, but you’re unsure about kids? What if I want kids?”
“We’ll have kids.”
“But do you actually want kids?”
He shrugs. “I don’t not want them…I haven’t ever thought about it.”
You frown. “I want kids, but I also want their father to want them.”
“I want kids.”
“Idiot.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Glad we both want kids.” Though, you aren’t sure how he’ll actually be as a father. “Are you okay with meeting my parents in a few weeks?”
“Yes.” His answer comes quickly, his expression blank and entirely unconcerned. You wonder if he realizes how much significance it carries. You tap your fingers against the back of the sofa. “They’re going to have so many questions: how we met, where you’re from, what your job is—oh crap, you don’t have a job. I suppose you could say you work for Mephisto. You’re not going to tell them we’re getting married.”
Amaimon tilts his head. “You don’t want to tell them before we get married? Isn’t your family supposed to be there?”
“We’re not getting married that soon, maybe in a year? Then we can tell them, right?”
“No. I told you we’re getting married at the end of the month, but I’ll wait a few extra weeks to meet your parents first.”
“I think it’s better to wait.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
You narrow your eyes. “I can’t introduce you to my parents and say, ‘Hey, Mom, Dad, this is my new boyfriend. We’re getting married in a week.’”
Amaimon gives you a stoic look. “Okay, you don’t have to tell them.” He grabs your ring finger again. “How long do you think Seti is going to be gone?”
You shrug, “Don’t know, why?”
He gently holds your chin with his free hand, his claws grazing your jawline. “We haven’t been alone for a week.” He releases your left hand and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. “It’s been a week since we’ve touched, all because of that damn fox.” He leans in, his lips grazing against your ear. “Let’s head to the bedroom. There’s so much we need to catch up on.” The blush on his cheeks clearly reveals his intentions. “I want more of you. Having you so close but unable to touch you how I want because of that fox.” He growls.
A warm flush spreads across your cheeks, an undeniable sign of your embarrassment as you lean into him, your head seeking the comfort of his shoulder and the refuge it offers. “But, Seti will be back; we don’t know how long until he returns,” you murmur softly, your voice a gentle whisper and tinged with a hint of anxiety. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders as he shrugs, his indifference contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside you. “We’ll lock the bedroom door.”
“I-I don’t want Seti to know…” you admit, feeling embarrassed at the thought of Seti being in the apartment while you’re intimate with Amaimon. But Amaimon doesn’t like that response; he moves both hands to your shoulders and pushes you away from him. “You don’t want another man to know you’re having sex with your fiancé?” His grip tightens as his golden eyes lock onto yours, waiting for an answer.
The jealousy has returned. “Fox, Seti is a fox. But you know I’m right. That grumpy old man would likely burst down the door. Plus," you fidget with your fingers, “if he were to interrupt, I would be too embarrassed to continue anything. So, it would just be pointless, right?” The demon king finally releases your shoulders, allowing you to lean against him once more. “He’ll leave us alone when your ankle is better?”
You nod.
“Aren’t you already better?”
“More or less.”
“So, tell him to leave you alone.”
“…I can’t do that.”
He pushes you away again, but this time, he stands and pulls a key from his pocket. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?”
Instead of answering you, he effortlessly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder; you squirm as his shoulder presses into your abdomen. “Wait, I can walk. Put me down.” Amaimon ignores your plea, his focus fixed on the door. When it opens, you’re taken aback. “Where are we?” It looks like a bedroom, but you’re unsure of the location. “My bedroom,” he replies, tossing you onto the bed. “Seti can’t interrupt us here.”
Chapter 16: Chapter 16
Summary:
This chapter is smut, and Amaimon is self-conscious about his vessel's performance, though he does find a way to make it work for now.
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Amaimon gazes down at you as you lie on his bed, pausing for a moment before casually shrugging off his jacket. "I’ll do my best not to release too quickly, but I can’t guarantee anything with this vessel.” Heat rushes to your cheeks at his words while you watch him move to the bedside table and open a drawer. “But don’t worry, if I do, I’ll go down on you again.” He promises while holding up a condom. Your eyes widen in disbelief at his nonchalant words.
“A-again?” you stammer. Amaimon nods. “Yeah, I’ll do it now and again if this vessel disappoints.”
“N-now?”
“Yes.” He nods. “Take off your clothes.”
“This is embarrassing.” You cover your face, not wanting to see his blank stare. How the hell can he say something like that and keep a poker face?
When you don’t do what he expects, he climbs on the bed beside you. “______, take off your clothes.”
“You take off your clothes.” You grumble back, to which Amaimon shrugs. “Okay.” Unlike you, he’s not shy about removing his clothes; the tie comes off first, then the vest and striped shirt. The longer you stare at him, the more you can’t help but think how oddly beautiful he is, and you wonder what your parent’s reaction will be when you bring this odd man home to them. “Are you sure you want this?”
He pauses from undoing his belt. “Sex?”
“No, I know you want sex. I mean the relationship part.”
“Are you trying to get out of marrying me? I won’t let you.”
A cold shiver runs through you at his words. The threat is clear, though his expression remains calm and nonchalant. It's the simplest thing in the world for him to assert his dominance without raising his voice.
"I'm not trying to get out of anything," you retort, a little more defensively than you intended. "But we're moving fast."
"Are we?" he murmurs, tilting his head slightly as he resumes undoing his belt. "I hadn't noticed." His tail flicks out from his pants as he unbuttons them.
Despite yourself, you huff a laugh. "Of course you didn't."
The silence that hangs in the air afterward is thick and tangible. But Amaimon only moves smoothly, undressing with disarming ease that leaves you clutching desperately at the bedsheet and praying he doesn't notice your nervousness.
Finally, he glances back at you, raising one eyebrow. "Do I need to help you?" he asks, a playful note creeping into his voice. "You're blushing," he observes casually, his golden eyes studying you with an earnest seriousness despite the light comment.
“Your clothes aren’t even all the way off.” You point out with a frown. The demon king nods. “Okay, let me finish removing my clothes, and I’ll help you after.” He responds casually while tugging his pants down. You force yourself to look away. “______, you’ve already seen me naked, and you touched me. There’s no need to be shy.” He grasps your head in his hands and forces you to look at him. “Let’s take off your clothes.” He pulls at your shirt, and you easily let him remove it. His eyes drop to your chest; he’s not surprised you’re not wearing a bra. You’ve been wearing loungewear all week. “You’re blushing.” You point out.
“I know. I’m concerned about this vessel’s performance.” He admits calmly while hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and underwear and pulling them down in one fluid motion. “I don’t know if I’ll last long enough once I’m inside you.” Even though he’s blushing, he’s speaking calmly like it’s no big deal. He’s not embarrassed or shy. Meanwhile, your face is burning, and you kind of want to crawl into a hole. “What are you doing?” Amaimon tilts his head in confusion as you begin to back up towards the headboard. “Nothing.”
“Are you ready?” he asks, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back close. Spread your legs for me ________.”
“W-What?” you stammer, your eyes wide. His gaze is locked onto you, his demeanor so nonchalant. How can he be so calm at a moment like this?
“I need room to get to you; how else will I eat you out?” he explains simply. “Spread your legs.”
You find yourself complying as he watches patiently, a glimmer of amusement sparkling in the depths of his golden eyes. “More ______.”
Embarrassed, you turn away and avoid his gaze, shaking your head. A moment later, you feel his warm hands resting on your knees. “You’ll let me taste you, right?” He questions as he spreads them more. “My vessel is reacting so strongly to just your scent.” He looks down at himself, his arousal evident.
“It’s a bit painful, but I can't resist eating you out first.”
Your heart races as his hands explore your legs, his touch soft even though he speaks so casually. You can't shake the feeling of unease his calmness brings; it feels like he's just chatting about the weather rather than engaging in something so intimate. Still, his nonchalant attitude only heightens your anticipation for what he might do next.
"Relax," he coaxes, his fingers tracing soft circles on your inner thighs. You turn your face away, managing to hide your burning cheeks in the pillow.
Amaimon seems to be more interested in teasing you at the moment, even if he’s currently uncomfortable. He spreads your legs more and leans down, but he doesn’t touch you yet, not like your body needs him to. Instead, he uses his fingers to spread your folds but nothing else. “You smell good; I want to taste you. Do you want me to taste you?”
The words, boldly spoken, ignite a warmth in your belly. Despite your best efforts to stay calm and collected, a soft whimper escapes your parted lips. The slightest touch from him sends ripples of pleasure down your spine.
"Tell me," he insists, his breath warm and enticing against your skin. He's so close that each syllable tickles, causing small shivers within you.
His golden eyes shine with anticipation as he teases you further, increasing the pressure of his fingers but not yet granting you release. His gaze never leaves yours as he speaks again.
"I am waiting for a yes or no," he says. You can tell he’s genuinely concerned about your consent, but his unaffected tone makes it feel like an everyday conversation rather than a prelude to intimacy.
“Yes,” you manage to choke out, arching into the touch of his fingers. His grin is wickedly triumphant at your admission as he uses one hand to move a stray lock of hair away from your forehead. “Good girl.”
Then, without another word, Amaimon lowers himself down, and the next sensation that graces your senses is the hot swipe of his tongue against your heated flesh. He emits a sound of approval from deep within before diving deeper, exploring you with a thirst you never knew existed. His earlier calm demeanor has vanished, replaced by an intense longing.
A gasp tears itself from your chest as he alternates between tantalizingly slow licks and sudden sharp nips, a myriad of sensations that have you writhing beneath him. His hand moves to steady your hips while he engages with a single-minded focus that sends sparks of electricity coursing through your veins.
"Am-Amaimon... " You exhale his name like a chant, your fingers entwined in his dark green hair. The demon king hums in approval, a movement that sends another wave of pleasure coursing through you. Instead of responding, Amaimon locks his gaze onto yours again. Those golden eyes are now half-closed, the perfectly sculpted contours of his face taut with concentration and unspoken desire.
He begins to slow down a bit, his movements becoming more calculated as he uses his thumb to pull back the hood of your clit, then runs his warm tongue over it. The feeling is far more intense than the previous actions; your grip tightens, and your hips arch off the bed.
Your breath hitches as he continues to tease and stimulate you with expert precision, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.
"Please," you whimper, unable to hold back any longer. His lips curve up in a wicked smile before he lowers himself down again, picking up the pace once more.
His tongue moves faster now, lapping at your folds while simultaneously flicking over your swollen nub and gently inserting one finger, then two. He takes a moment, making sure you’re comfortable before moving them, pumping them in and out of you. After a moment, he changes tactics. Curling them inside you while sucking on your clit. Your entire body tenses as you feel yourself approaching climax.
And then suddenly, everything changes – Amaimon abruptly pulls away from you and leaves you gasping for air and desperately chasing after release.
You open your eyes to gaze at him with a questioning expression, but instead, you see him crawling closer to your face until he towers above you.
"Why?” You whine, hips lifting for some kind of friction, you gasp when you meet his hardened cock. “I told you this vessel is too sensitive; I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He repeats himself again while reaching down to tease your clit. “You’re almost going to release; I want to be inside you when you do.” His vessel might not be ready to perform at the best level, but he doesn’t want you to be left needing more after he cums. With one hand, he uses his thumb to gently touch your clit while he grabs a condom with the other.
He tears the foil open with his teeth and rolls it on effortlessly, then hooks one of your legs over his own. His golden eyes flash down at you, and for once, there’s passion blazing within them.
"Remember, relax," he says, his voice husky with need. You feel the blunt head of him against your entrance, rubbing up and down in an enticing motion, collecting lubricate for your comfort.
With a final glance into your eyes, he thrusts forward slowly, filling you inch by inch. The feeling is so overwhelming that it leaves you gasping for air. There’s a bit of pain, but nothing like you had been expecting. More uncomfortable than painful. He maintains eye contact throughout, allowing you time to adjust; not a trace of his typically detached demeanor is apparent.
Once he decides that you've adjusted sufficiently, he begins to move at a slow pace. Amaimon is in no hurry, after all; he's savoring every moment of this new experience as much as he can.
Your mind buzzes with pleasure as Amaimon continues his gentle assault. His strokes are slow but sure, igniting sparks deep inside you with each movement. And when he hits a particular spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your back arch off the bed beneath him- well, Amaimon definitely takes note.
He’s not as detached as usual following the sound of your sharp gasp, a flicker of something akin to triumph flashing in his eyes. The fingers of one hand tighten in the soft flesh of your hip, the other coming up to splay across your chest. Amaimon adjusts his angle, hitting that same spot inside you again and again, sending waves of pleasure washing over you.
"Am-Amaimon," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper as you cling to him for dear life. He makes you feel so good that it's almost unbearable. A glance at his face reveals he's just as affected; there's something dark and intense in his golden gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.
The demon king grunts softly, thrusting into you with more force now. His eyes never leave yours as he moves, the sight of him lost in pleasure above you pushing you even closer to the edge. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive nub just as he thrusts particularly deep within you.
Suddenly, everything feels too much and not enough all at once. Your fingers dig into Amaimon's back as your climax looms nearer, spread thin between the tight coil in your core and the sheer intensity of his gaze. You can barely utter a warning before waves of ecstasy wash over you.
The world blurs around you as your climax hits, your breath hitching in your throat as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Amaimon's golden eyes are trained on you, watching as you unravel beneath him with a fiery intensity that leaves you breathless. You cry out his name, voice hoarse and broken, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he claims your lips in a bruising kiss.
His thrusts falter for a moment when he feels the tremors of your orgasm around him, a low groan resonating deep within his chest as he pushes into you one last time. The world fades to white as he reaches his own climax, his grip on you tightening to the point of pain as he spills himself into the condom.
Amaimon stays nestled inside you for a short while after, his gaze never leaving yours, even as he slowly rides out the aftershocks. His fingers gently thread through your hair while his other hand absently traces over your heated flesh, painting invisible patterns on your skin in an absentminded show of affection.
Eventually, he pulls out with a huff, depositing the used condom into a nearby trash can before climbing back over you. “It worked.” He comments bluntly as he leans down to kiss you before rolling to lay beside you. You turn to glance at him to your left. “What worked?”
“You came during sex, and it was before me.” He sighs. “It was too quick, though; I’ll be able to last longer with more practice. But it’s good to know it works like this.”
He’s really bothered that his body is so sensitive. “Amaimon, I don’t care if you cum and I don’t during sex. I can cum after; you said so yourself.” You point out, referring to his comment before you started about him going down on you if you don’t cum before him.
Amaimon sighs. “You don’t care, but I do care. You only came because you were about to cum before I entered you.”
"You're overthinking it," you reassure him, gently tracing your finger along the line of his jaw. He turns his head to place a soft kiss on your palm, his golden eyes unreadable in the dim light. "Just lie with me for a while," you request.
"Alright," he murmurs against your skin. He obediently goes still, letting you settle into the crook of his arm while his free hand continues its aimless exploration of your body. His tail softly flicks against your skin.
The room falls silent, broken only by the steady rhythm of your breathing. He doesn't speak for quite some time; instead, he concentrates on memorizing every inch of your body with his hands, his touch as light as a feather.
Feeling his gaze on you, you turn over to face him on your side and rest your hand on his chest.
"What are you thinking about?" you say softly, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face.
At first, Amaimon doesn't respond; instead, he watches you thoughtfully for a moment before finally breaking the silence.
"It was your first time. Are you okay?” He pushes you to the side and sits up, scanning your face and body. “Do you need anything?”
“Technically, it was your first time too. Do you need anything?”
“Funny.” He narrows his eyes at you.
You tug his tail. “Maybe some pain medicine? I might be a bit sore later.” You admit, even though he was gentle, and you didn’t feel much pain, you would rather be safe than sorry. “Why didn’t it hurt?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought it was supposed to be extremely painful or something.” You admit, or has what you’ve read in the past all been lies? Maybe to stop people from having sex too young.
"I knew what I was doing. When people lack experience, they often don’t know how to prepare their partner properly."
“I thought maybe it had something to do with you being a demon, but it’s because you’re talented?”
“Are you trying to make me feel better about cumming too quickly?”
“Is it working?"
“I’m not happy with this vessel. You’ll notice the difference when it’s less sensitive, and then you’ll understand.”
You frown as he gazes down at the bed, he’s really bothered by this. “Amaimon," you say softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I love you." He lifts his head to meet your gaze. “I love you too,” he replies, leaning forward to press his warm lips against yours.
Chapter 17: Chapter 17
Summary:
Seti hates everyone. Except you. But he's pissed at you. lol
Chapter Text
“Where is he?” You frown, anxiously waiting for Amaimon to arrive at the train station. “Maybe he changed his mind.” Seti huffs by your feet, glaring in the direction from which the demon king will appear. You glance down at Seti; he has been distant with you for the past couple of weeks. Since you disappeared and returned smelling strongly of Amaimon, he knew instantly why you had that scent and let you know how disgusted he was.
A moment later, the demon king appears, more human-like, dressed in black jeans and a red burgundy shirt. “Amaimon, where have you been?”
He lifts a large plastic bag from the convenience store. “I was buying snacks," he explains. You sigh; of course he was. “Let’s go; the train will be here soon.” He nods and picks up your suitcase. Normally, you would have just used a key to get to your parents' house, but Amaimon has never been on a train before and asked if you could take the train.
“Put the luggage up here.” You gesture toward the overhead compartment for bags. The demon king effortlessly lifts the luggage and places it in its designated spot, along with the small bag of clothes he brought for himself. With the luggage put away, Amaimon settles into the seat, taking the window seat for himself. Seti finds an empty seat a few rows back.
“What’s wrong?”
Your head snaps toward Amaimon; you hadn’t realized he had been watching you. “Oh, I was just thinking about when you meet my parents. We’ve got a few things down, right? You’re Ambrosius Faust. You were once trained as an exorcist, but now you work in demon studies.” You gaze into his golden eyes, “You appear human. As long as you keep that ring on, it should be fine.” Amaimon nods. “Okay.”
You draw him closer and gently press your lips against his cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush," you tease, brushing your fingers along his cheeks. "If you don’t stop, I’m going to make you blush," he responds bluntly as you playfully tug on his normal-shaped ear.
When the train arrives at its destination, you have to call a taxi. Your parents had offered to pick you up, but you’re still nervous about how everything will go with Amaimon. You would rather them meet him in a private setting in case he says something dumb.
You stare at your house, mind blank. You had thought of all these things to say to your parents regarding Amaimon, and it’s all gone. “______?” Amaimon tilts his head in confusion. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.” His eyes drop to your hands.
“I’ve never brought someone home before. What do I say?”
Seti sighs. “Maybe begin with 'Hi Mom and Dad, I’ve missed you.'"
“Smartass. Alright, I’m good. Nothing to worry about. You remember your name, right Ambrosius?” Honestly, you’re more concerned about forgetting to call him Ambrosius than about him forgetting that his name is supposed to be Ambrosius.
As you approach the door and raise your hand to knock, it swings open unexpectedly. “______!” Your mom beams at you. "It’s been so long! I’ve missed you so much." Before you can even respond, she wraps you in a warm hug. “Mom, wait.” You push the woman away. “Seti?” Confusion spreads across her face as she notices the humanoid fox, and almost as an afterthought, her eyes land on Amaimon. “I suppose this is Ambrosius?” Her gaze sweeps over the man beside you. He looks nothing like what she had envisioned; she had been trying to imagine what he might look like, but the green-haired, golden-eyed man wasn’t something she could’ve ever thought up.
A grin quickly spread across her face. “It’s nice to meet you! I couldn’t believe it when ______ told me she had a boyfriend. How did you manage to get past Seti?” She laughs.
Amaimon observes your mother as she reaches for Seti, but the fox gives a soft hiss and steps away. The older woman grins at Amaimon, unbothered by the moody fox and she bends down to place some slippers in front of him. Amaimon’s brow furrows as he watches Seti step as far from your mother as possible. Like he’s worried she might touch him.
“______!” A man comes from the kitchen, grinning widely at you. “I missed you.” He pulls you into a hug. “Hey dad.” You pat his back awkwardly. “Let me go.” You complain but he just tightens his hold. Seti lets out a low growl and your father finally lets go. His brows raise as he notices Seti’s appearance. “You want a hug too?”
“I will kill you if you touch me.” Seti warns.
Quietly, your mother approaches Amaimon, gently taking hold of the crook of his arm. "Ambrosius," she says softly, pulling him a little closer. “How long has Seti been in that form?” she whispers. “Why?”
“He’s more sensitive in that form; he doesn’t like being touched, and he always seems angry when he’s in that form. Though, I don’t know much about Seti, and he might be upset about something that led him to take that form. Seti is a mystery to both my husband and me." she admits while observing the irate fox.
“Mystery?”
“Yes, he doesn’t seem to care about most people. However, whenever he’s in that form he appears more irritable.”
“How is he a mystery to you? Hasn’t he been ______’s familiar for years?”
“Yes, he has been her familiar since childhood. However, he has always been distant toward my husband and me. He keeps us updated about _____, telling us when she is injured and other important things, but on a personal level, he is distant. My husband believes it’s due to the type of demon he is. Perhaps you know more about it since you study demons.” Amaimon clinches his jaw. The fox is a bigger problem than he originally thought.
You give Amaimon a curious look when you notice your mother speaking to him. But he doesn’t give any hint of what she might be telling him. Your father wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Why don’t you show Ambrosius the bedroom he can drop his bags off in.”
“He’s staying in my bedroom with me,” you say, shrugging off his arm. “Come on, Ambrosius, I’ll show you my room.” You lead the demon king down the hallway to your room. “I guess they thought you’d sleep in the guest room.” You shake your head as you open your luggage to throw a few items onto your bed, which is smaller than you remembered. “But if you prefer, you can sleep in the guest room. You’d have more space there.” You laugh. “You like to sleep on top of me.” Amaimon bluntly responds, “So it doesn’t matter that the bed is small.”
"...No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
You pull Amaimon back into the living room and take a seat on the sofa across from your parents. Instead of joining you on the sofa, Seti chooses to sit in the middle of the floor, facing you.
“So, how is your job going, sweetheart?” Your mother places a hand on her left shoulder. “Seti told us you were injured pretty bad. Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Everything is kind of fine,” you say, stumbling over your words. What you want to express lingers just at the tip of your tongue, but your nerves about everyone’s reactions hold you back. You haven’t even talked to Amaimon or Seti about this, and you might be making a terrible mistake right now. Only time will tell.
“So, about work, I sort of…” Usually, you would glance at Seti for help, and he would effortlessly take over, articulating what you struggle to express. The realization that you can’t even have a difficult conversation without Seti hits you hard, like a slap in the face. Just how much do you really depend on the fox? It starts to feel like you’ve got cotton in your mouth as you search for the right words.
“I-I don’t want to be an exorcist anymore.” The words spill out, quick and uncertain.
Silence washes over the living room. Everyone stares at you in disbelief, even Amaimon looks surprised. Seti is the first to react. “What are you talking about ______?”
You fidget awkwardly, “I just don’t want to do it anymore, it doesn’t feel right.” You admit. It’s never felt right but it didn’t feel wrong, just nothing. But now, with Amaimon by your side, it’s beginning to feel wrong.
Your parents listen to your awful explanation that gives no insight into how you feel and why you’ve suddenly chosen this. Your mom takes the lead to find out more information. “_____, what are you planning to do? It wouldn’t be that serious if you were still in high school, but you’ve graduated and have a stable job as an exorcist. You’ll have to go to university to find a good job with a decent paying salary now.” Concerns fills her eyes as she speaks. “You need to think about this more. I know sometimes it doesn’t feel right, but we all have our ups and downs as exorcists.”
“What about Seti?” your father asks, glancing at the humanoid fox. “He’s your familiar, assisting you as an exorcist. What will happen?”
You glance at Seti, his brown eyes piercing into yours while his ears twitch in irritation as he sits cross-legged in front of you. “I figured you might go to one of my cousins or perhaps their kids?” You suggest an option that will appease the fox demon.
Seti stares at you as if you’re insane. “Are you stupid? I’m not leaving you.” His eyes flicker to Amaimon. I’m not leaving you alone with him. It is left unspoken, but you know he wants to say it. “Who do you think you are? You can’t get rid of me like I’m nothing. I’ve taken care of you for over fifteen years now. I’m not being passed to your cousins or any kids they have.” Seti snaps.
Amaimon watches you silently and with curiosity the whole time “Really?”
Your attention shifts from the furious fox to Amaimon, who is gazing at you blankly, not revealing his thoughts. “Yes.”
Your father interrupts. “Wait, _____, what are you going to do? Will you go back to school? How are you going to survive without the income?”
Amaimon turns to look at your parents. “I will m—” he’s cut off as Seti grabs the demon, yanking him off the sofa and gripping the back of Amaimon’s head, forcing him to bow before her parents. Before Amaimon can react, Seti hisses lowly, "It’s custom. Bow and ask for her hand in marriage.” He snarls quietly enough that only Amaimon can hear. A montage of movies Amaimon has watched flashes through his mind.
When Seti notices Amaimon beginning to relax, he releases him, and the demon king sits on his knees. Amaimon slowly turns to look at you for a moment before glancing back at your parents and lowering his head. "Please allow me to marry _____.” He narrows his eyes at the floor, displeased with having to ask for permission.
Your parents' eyes snap to you, but you’re just as shocked. Amaimon doesn’t lift his head right away, so you glance at Seti, who is sitting cross-legged a bit behind Amaimon, using his fist to prop up his head and expressing his displeasure with the king. When Seti notices your gaze, he straightens up and starts to say… something. He’s complaining to you in his native language.
“Wait…” your mom starts, and Amaimon lifts his head, appearing somewhat bored. “______, you’re not pregnant, are you?”
“No!” You reach for Amaimon and pull him back onto the sofa with you. “What are you doing?”
“The fox said I need to ask permission.”
Your father is the one who tries to calm everything down by letting out an awkward laugh. “Seti must’ve been joking with you.” He has noticed that Amaimon has odd mannerisms from the short time he’s met him; he almost seems curious about everything. Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. “Why don’t we—"
“I bought you a ring," Amaimon said, reaching into his pocket to produce a velvet case. “Here.” He opened the case and smoothly slid the ring onto your left hand's ring finger.
Your jaw drops. “Ambrosius, is this a real diamond?” You stare at the single stone adorning your finger. It’s beautiful—perfect in size and shape. Although it fits perfectly on your finger and doesn’t seem overly extravagant, you can’t shake the feeling that a diamond like this must be expensive. “It is.”
“I see. How much did you pay for it?"
“Two and a half million.”
You shake your head, remove the ring, and hand it back to him. “Ama—Ambrosius, I can’t accept this."
The Earth King tilts his head in confusion. “You don’t like it? Oh, maybe you should come with me to choose a different one."
“That’s not what I meant. I appreciate it; it’s beautiful, but it’s far too expensive. I can’t accept something at that price.” You explain, certain that the money originated from Mephisto, and you can’t help but wonder if he knows that Amaimon bought you a ring this expensive.
He blinks. “So, you do like it?” Without hesitation, he takes your hand again. “Then wear it.”
Your mother finally cuts in. “Sorry, if you don’t mind me asking, how long did the two of you say you’ve been together?” Amaimon ignores your mother’s question as he puts the ring on your finger again.
Unsure what to say, you glance at Seti, who in return scoffs. “Idiot, answer her question.”
With no support from Seti, you glance at Amaimon. “Uh, um, well, you see-“ You have no idea how to answer the question. It’s really simple, it’s only been a couple of months, but how are you supposed to tell your family that? “We’ve been together for awhile…”
Now your dad narrows his eyes, concerned about how long ‘awhile’ is for you, and why the man before him is proposing to you so quickly because he has an idea that ‘awhile’ is too little time for him to propose. “Which is how long.”
“Oh, you know…awhile.”
Seti drags his hand over his face at your stupidity.
Your dad focuses on Seti. “What’s your opinion of him?”
“I hate him.”
Your father blinks. “Oh.”
“Seti hates anyone who looks at _____.” Your mom reminds him.
“Yes, but I especially hate him.” Seti glances at Amaimon, frowning. “You can’t even take care of her. I’m always taking care of her. The only way you take care of her is sexually.” Seti and Amaimon glare at each other.
“Enough.” Your father glares at the two demons. “Seti, nobody is going to live up to your standards for ______. You say he can’t take care of her, but have you backed off long enough for him to do anything?” He hates being strict like this, and pissing off the fox is usually a bad idea. But, the tension between the fox and your boyfriend is ridiculous. “You’ve even changed forms to intimidate him, haven’t you? Seti, maybe it’s time to give ______ space. She’s clearly happy with Ambrosius-“
“Fine.” Seti snarls, rising to his full height, his figure towering over everyone else seated in the living room. “I have taken care of her for years, and now you expect me just to leave her in the hands of the Earth King. Fine.” He disappears from the living room.
Your parents gaze at where the fox had just been before shifting their focus to you. “Uh, sweetheart," your mom begins. “What did he mean when he said leave you in the hands of the Earth King?”
You stare at the spot where Seti had just been, you can feel all three adults’ eyes on you, and you have no idea what to say. “I don’t know.” Apparently, you didn’t sound convincing because your mom’s tone becomes more commanding. “______ what did he mean?”
“I don’t know.” Maybe you sounded more convincing that time? You glance up at your parents. Yeah, they think you’re full of shit. “I really don’t know.” You groan, covering your face. This is a nightmare. Everything was supposed to go smoothly, even Amaimon was being mostly normal.
“What is really going on ______?” Your dad presses.
“Seti hates Ambrosius.” You stare at the floor, fingers digging into your knees.
Your mother glances from the ring on your finger to the man sitting beside you, Seti might hate the man, but he wouldn’t make false comments like that only to cause drama. “Earth King.” She stares at the man, choosing to address him. “What did he mean, tell me the truth.”
Amaimon removes the ring that conceals his true appearance. His human hands transform as dark claws take the place of his nails, his ears elongate into sharper points, and when he meets your mother’s gaze, she notices his now sharpened canines. “I am Amaimon, the Demon King of Earth.”
Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Summary:
Smut towards the end
There is a lot going on, so they're having trouble focusing on one thing. Next chapter will be slightly more light, and the parents are going to try to focus on getting to know Amaimon as a person.
Writing the parents with them being nameless has been difficult. I don't like (m/n) (d/n) or however people like to add for 'mom's name' 'dad's name' it personally throws me off reading it. But I didn't want to give them names because they aren't going to play a big role in this story.
Chapter Text
Your parents initially react defensively. After all, how could a demon king be involved with their only daughter? They would risk everything to protect you. Clearly, he has deceived you, making you believe he is human. You had no idea he was a demon, let alone a demon king. They exchange a brief glance, silently attempting to devise a plan. Your mother speaks first, tone low and cautious. “What do you want with our daughter?”
“Huh?” Amaimon grabs your left hand and points to your finger. “I’m going to marry her.”
Your mother shakes her head. “Why? ______ will be useless to any plans you have. You can’t use her as leverage against the Vatican. Exorcists at her level are expendable to them; they won’t care if you take a hostage. She is also weak. Please, if you want you can take me or my husband instead. There is no need for her.”
“I should kill you for insulting my queen.”
Did he just threaten to kill my mom? Without giving it a second thought, you raise your hand and slap the back of his head. “You’re not killing my parents.”
Their eyes widen in horror. You should know better than to do something stupid. You should know that they care about your safety more than their own.
“______, please!” Your dad jumps up, ready to protect you from the demon. “Wait, Dad, it’s a misunderstanding! Please sit down and let me explain.” You quickly stand up and walk across the living room, where your father is eyeing the location of his gun. “I, uh—” You reach for the gun. “A couple of months ago, I was walking back from a mission with Seti—the one where I injured my shoulder.” As you unload the weapon, you continue explaining, “I ran into Amaimon, who was bored and asked if I could entertain him. He wanted to fight, but I was injured, and I obviously couldn’t just let him run off and potentially harm someone.” You then sit back down beside Amaimon. “I did the first thing that came to mind: I invited him over to my apartment to play video games and eat pizza. I shared a few places he might want to check out in Japan, and then he went home. Nobody was harmed, and I thought that was the end of it.” You shrug. “But it wasn’t because the next morning, he showed up, expecting me to go to Tokyo with him. Then he just…never left? I mean, he left, but he always came back.”
“Seti allowed it?”
“No, he wasn’t happy with me. Called me an idiot multiple times.” You admit. “But there wasn’t much he could do. Mephisto wanted me to keep Amaimon entertained to keep him out of trouble.”
A pensive expression crosses your mother’s face. “Are you working under Mephisto?” If Amaimon is under Mephisto, it implies he should be fairly safe for now. “But that still doesn’t clarify the marriage. Did you make a contract with him or something?”
“I fell in love with him.”
Your mother rises slowly, raising her hands to show that she poses no threat to the demon king to ensure your safety. Trained to recognize the signs of demonic control, she approaches you cautiously. Her hands tremble as she reaches out to cup your face gently. You gaze into her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the connection. However, she overlooks your unease as she searches for signs that he is manipulating you. “You love him?”
“…yeah.”
“Why do you sound unsure?” Amaimon frowns.
“Yes. Yes, I love him. I love you. I’m not unsure.” You swat her hand away. “Stop, I do love him.”
“What do you really want with ______?” She now addresses Amaimon.
“I want to marry her.”
“Why?”
“Because I love her.”
“Why?”
Why? Humans have a tendency to complicate things unnecessarily. While he can tolerate your tendency to make things more complex, he finds it irritating when others do the same, especially when it comes to his relationship with you.
Slowly, your father rises and approaches your mother, taking hold of her elbow. “Let’s step into another room for a moment.”
As soon as they enter the next room, she whispers, “What do we do?”
“We need to speak with Mephisto and Seti.” He frowns, his gaze fixed on the floor.
“Seti seemed angry.”
“Yeah, he’s furious.” Your father nods. “He won’t talk to us; he’s also angry with me.”
“That’s not your fault. You didn’t know he was a demon. If he had just been a human man like we thought, you wouldn’t be in the wrong.” She insists, though her husband just shrugs. “Well, yeah, but thinking about it…is Seti ever wrong?”
“You were just saying he needs to back off, and you’re right. Seti does need to back off and give her space to meet people…humans.”
“But he’s not human.” He lowers his voice into a low hiss. “Do you think he really plans to marry her? Maybe he wants something from us in exchange?”
“Wants something from us, but we have nothing to offer.” Slowly, she opens the door and glances at the two of you sitting on the sofa. “Wait, do you think he actually likes her? Just look at them.” Her eyes narrow as he offers you a lollipop. “He doesn’t seem hostile; it doesn’t feel like he wants to hurt her. I don’t get that impression from him.”
Your father shrugs. “So, let’s ask him.”
“He just said he loves her.”
“Yes, but they can’t have a long-term relationship. He won’t age; I assume that vessel can survive for centuries.” He whispers, wondering why the demon king hasn’t considered that. Doesn’t he understand how short human lifespans are and how quickly they age?
You tap your fingers anxiously, unsure of how to navigate the situation. Next to you, Amaimon remains unfazed, casually rolling a lollipop in his mouth. “What if they reach out to other exorcists? What if they get in touch with the Vatican?” Amaimon looks back at your mother. “If you contact the Vatican or anyone associated, you won’t see _____ again.”
Seti’s warning after his conversation with Mephisto lingers in your mind. Will he start behaving like a Yandere? “Wait, no. Amaimon, I like my parents.”
“But you love me.”
“I love my parents.”
He stares at you with a blank look. "You love me more.”
You glance from him to your parents and back again. “Shhh.” You cover his mouth and lower your voice. “That’s... true," you admit. “But you can’t hurt my family. Mom, Dad, please don’t contact any other exorcists.” You stand up. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Amaimon isn’t doing anything wrong.”
Your dad raises a brow. “_______, he’s come here and told us he’s going to marry you. Do you even want to marry him? You never even said yes.” Amaimon turns his attention back to you, staring expectedly.
“Oh. Oh! We had a conversation about it before we came here. I uh- want to marry him.” However, it would be more preferable to get married closer to the end of the year. You rub the back of your head, wondering if you can get the demon king to bend and accept waiting a few more months. “I love him.”
“Okay, but what about your lifespan? ______, Amaimon won’t age.” He then turns to address Amaimon. “Do you have a plan for that? I understand you have feelings for her, but, how is that going to work out?”
“I spoke to Big Brother. Although Nephilim usually age like humans, they have ways to halt their aging process. As a result, her body will become like my vessel. It’ll stop aging too."
Your parents' eyes widen in surprise, and your father raises his hands in protest and shakes his head. “Wait, no, no. Nephilim age like humans; they are not the same as you in your vessel.”
“Stop! What do you mean, Nephilim?”
Your parents freeze and slowly turn to one another. Your mother whispers, “Wait, she doesn’t know?” Your dad glances between you and your mom. “Uh, I thought we told her. Right?” He then looks at you. “Sweetheart, we did tell you, didn’t we? Maybe you just forgot?”
“That’s not something someone just forgets!”
Your dad nods. “Yeah, weird you forgot.”
“I DIDN’T FORGET!” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “How far back is the demon blood, who’s side does it come from?”
Dad raises his hand. “Mine. Regarding how far back, really far. So, it’s like just a drop of demon blood, but it’s still there.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“…I swear I did ______.”
“I’ll be right back.” Your parents and Amaimon watch as you walk down the hallway into your bedroom.
“Seti, why didn’t you tell me I have demon blood in me?” you ask the demon sitting against the wall on your bed. You knew even with how angry he was with you; he wouldn’t stray far from you with everything going on. He’s still your familiar. “Why would I tell you? It’s not my job,” he replies without looking up from the book he’s reading. “My parents said—”
“I’m not deaf; I heard them. They didn’t tell you. If they had, you would’ve bombarded me with questions after finding out." His eyes twitch in irritation. “All three of you are idiots.”
You don’t argue with him because he’s right. “Is there really a way for me not to age?” Finally, he lifts his head, his honey-colored eyes locked onto yours. “I wouldn’t advise it.”
“I, I want to be with Amaimon.”
Seti's eyes narrow, his tail swishing in agitation. "You've known him for mere months. Is that worth throwing away your humanity?"
You hesitate, considering his words. "I... I love him, Seti. This feels right."
The fox spirit sighs heavily. "Love is fleeting for humans. What happens when the novelty wears off? When you realize what you've given up?" He hadn’t expected Amaimon to have a way to extend your life. It complicates everything.
"It won't be like that," you insist, though a seed of doubt takes root.
Seti stands, stretching languidly. "Listen carefully, _____. Demons don't love the way humans do. Amaimon may be fond of you now, but what happens when he grows bored? You’ve seen yourself he grows bored easily. You'll be left alone, living with a body that will eventually rot after maybe hundreds of years? Who knows, it might be longer. Imagine being alone for decades, possible centuries, all alone as your body rots."
His words sting, but you shake your head stubbornly. "You don't know that. He’s wouldn’t leave me."
"Are you sure?" Seti challenges. "Or are you just seeing what you want to see?"
“He said he wants to make me his mate.”
Seti's eyes narrowed further, his tail lashing in agitation. "His mate? Do you even understand what that means for a demon?"
You hesitate, realizing you didn't fully grasp the implications. "It’s like marriage for demons, right? He cares about me."
The fox spirit let out a low growl of frustration. "A demonic mating bond is far more intense and permanent than any human marriage. It binds your very souls together for eternity. There's no backing out, no changing your mind. Are you truly prepared for that level of commitment to a being you barely know?"
A chill ran down your spine at Seti's words. You hadn't considered it in those terms before. "But... he loves me."
"And perhaps he believes that, in his own way," Seti conceded. "But demon love is not human love. It's possessive, all-consuming. You would cease to be your own person."
Doubt begins to creep into your mind as you listen to Seti’s words, but then the demon king calls out to you, and when you turn to look over your shoulder, all that doubt beginning to creep in washes away. Seti is probably right about a lot of it. Amaimon will be possessive, and maybe a demonic mating bond is more permanent than human relationships. But isn’t that a good thing? It means he’ll love you forever. He’ll want you and only you forever, right?
You turn back to Seti, a newfound determination in your eyes. "Maybe you're right about some things. But I'm willing to take that risk. Amaimon may be possessive, but that just means he'll always want me. And if a demonic bond is permanent, then I know he'll never leave me."
Seti's ears flatten against his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. "You're not listening to reason, _____. This isn't some fairy tale romance. The consequences—"
You glance at the fox. "Seti this is my choice to make."
As you turn to leave the room, Seti mumbles under his breath about how dumb you are.
You sigh. Seti is still really upset with you; it’s not the best time to have a conversation with him about the fact that you’ve got demon blood. However, you have a feeling he knows a lot more than your parents, possibly even who the demon ancestor was. You step back into the living room, and Amaimon grabs your hand, his golden eyes fixed on your face. "What took so long?" he asks, a hint of impatience in his tone.
You squeeze Amaimon's hand reassuringly. "Just had to talk to Seti for a minute. It's fine."
Your parents exchange worried glances. Your mother clears her throat.
"_______, sweetheart, maybe we should discuss this more. This is a big decision."
"I've made up my mind," you say firmly. "I want to be with Amaimon."
Your father lets out a heavy sigh. "But honey, you're so young. How can you be sure this is what you want for the rest of your life?"
"Because I love him," you insist. "I know it might seem sudden to you, but this feels right."
Amaimon's hold on your hand becomes more possessive. "She's mine now," he asserts plainly. "Nothing you say can change that."
Your mother flinches at his blunt words. "_______, please. Just take some time to consider this. Perhaps wait a year before making any permanent decisions?"
“I will take more time.” Amaimon turns to face you, frustration crossing his features. “No. You agreed to marry me soon.”
“I know, and I will, Amaimon. But I want to wait regarding the demon thing.”
Your parents exchange glances. "Sweetheart," your mom begins. “I meant to wait about the marriage thing, too.”
“This is a heavy topic. You were only supposed to meet Amaimon, and everything else was mostly supposed to be not as heavy. I just wanted to let you know that I don’t want to be an exorcist anymore. Though, I guess knowing he’s actually Amaimon helps clear up why I don’t want to be an exorcist.”
“But what are you going to do about work?” your mom asks. “Do you plan to go to university?”
Ah crap, I didn’t put enough thought into this. You stare at your mother for a moment, unsure how to respond. Should you go to university? You don’t even know what you could go for. What career do you want?
“You can be a stay-at-home mom.” Amaimon pokes your shoulder. “That’s what it’s called, right?”
“What?!” Your mother stares wide-eyed. “I thought you said you weren’t pregnant!”
“I’m not! Amaimon, before being a stay-at-home mom, we need a baby in the first place!” You groan, rubbing your temples in frustration. Amaimon just shrugs beside you, his expression nonchalant. “We can make that happen.”
Your dad is the first to speak. “Have you two discussed having children?"
“No—"
“Yes—"
You exchange glances with Amaimon. He gives you a disapproving look. “What do you mean ‘no’? We’ve already had that conversation. Did you forget?” You blush and shake your head. "Wait, no, I remember. But let’s go back to my mom’s original question. Mom, I don’t know yet. I guess I should start considering what I want in a new career.”
But your dad won’t let it go. “So, you’re really serious, huh? Talking about having children. How long have you two been together, again?'" He frowns slightly as he stares at you.
You speak quickly. "A couple of months, anyway, um, let’s circle back to the demon thing for a second. Could you tell me more about the fact that I’m part demon?" Within a few minutes, three huge bombshells were dropped, and you’re having trouble choosing which one to focus on. “What type of demon?”
Your dad is the first to respond. “Oh, uh, I don’t really know. Honestly, it’s so far back that I don’t know anything about the demon. Just that it was there.” He shrugs. “That’s probably why we forgot to mention it; it’s just not something I ever think about. It doesn’t impact our lives. If it were something closer to us that affected us, of course, you would’ve known right away.” Beside him, your mother nods. “You know yourself that it’s not that abnormal for Nephilim to exist.”
You nod slowly in understanding. “So, we’re talking about over a hundred years ago, right?"
“______, it’s way past a hundred—closer to a thousand.” Your dad answers.
Confusion washes over you. “Thousand? How exactly do you keep up with that?”
“Seti was given the information.”
“…does that mean Seti knew the demon?”
Your father shrugs. “If he knows anything other than how far back it was, he hasn’t said anything to us about it.”
“Seti! Who was the demon in our family?” You call out over your shoulder. The fox demon should have more answers regarding this situation.
“I’m not sure who it was,” Seti responds as he enters the living room. “By the time I met your family, it had been several generations.”
Amaimon looks at you. “I thought he’s only been with your family since your grandfather.”
You hesitate. “Right. There was a gap of a few hundred years.” Seti’s connection to your family isn’t something you often contemplate. “It hasn’t really mattered much.” You then ask Seti, “Do you know what type of demon it was?”
“Fox."
Your eyes widen. "Wait—"
“Not me."
"...Are you sure?"
“Positive.”
You narrow your eyes at Seti, suspicion flickering within you as he meets your gaze without wavering. "I don’t have any children. I don’t know who it was, and you're aware I’m uninterested in associating with other demons," he states, his voice emotionless and firm.
"Okay, okay," you say, holding up your hands. "I believe you. But it's still a weird coincidence that we're descended from a fox demon, and you're our family's familiar."
Seti's tail twitches with irritation. "Perhaps. But as I mentioned, it was long before my time with your family. Now, if we're finished with this interrogation..."
“Yeah, it’s fine. I suppose it really doesn’t matter. It’s so many generations back that it hardly affects me. I’m not exceptionally strong or anything.” You shrug. Sure, you’re not weak, but you don’t possess any special powers that would make it clear you have a drop of demon blood.
Amaimon, previously silent, abruptly chimes in. "It’s irrelevant. After we establish the mating bond, you'll gain access to demonic powers." Your parents share worried looks at his nonchalant reference to "demonic powers."
“I’m sorry, what?”
He stares blankly at you. “When we complete our mating bond, you should acquire similar powers to those your ancestor possessed.”
“What powers are those?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know who your ancestor is.”
You blink in surprise, trying to absorb this new information. "Wait, so I'll actually gain demon powers? Like, real powers?"
Amaimon nods, his expression remaining neutral. "Yes, though the extent may vary depending on your lineage and our bond."
Your parents look increasingly concerned. Your mother hesitates before speaking, her voice trembling slightly. "_______, this is a lot to process. Perhaps we should all take a step back and—"
"Stop," you declare resolutely. "I've made my choice. I want to be with Amaimon." You turn to face the demon king. "By the way, what exactly is a mating bond?"
Amaimon’s eyes sweep over your body. “You don’t know?”
“…no. It’s similar to marriage, but for demons, right?”
Seti grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you closer. "______, you can’t move forward without proper research," he hisses. “Mating bonds vary among demons; with Amaimon being a demon king, there may be more complexities involved for him.” He disregards Amaimon’s narrowed gaze. "Regardless, it doesn’t matter. You won’t be bonded to anyone anytime soon.”
You freeze, unsure how to respond. Amaimon said he wants to marry soon. However, when you glance at him, he seems unfazed by Seti’s remark.
Seti looks at Amaimon. “Right, demon king?"
Amaimon merely shrugs. “Bonding can wait.”
A wave of confusion overwhelms you. How did his eagerness to marry turn into a delay? You stare at Amaimon, bewildered. “Wait, like a year?"
He affirms with a nod. "Okay.”
What just happened? You stare at the demon king, puzzled as you try to comprehend how his eagerness shifted from wanting it immediately to waiting a whole year. “So, are we getting married next year then?” you ask.
“No. We’re getting married at the end of this month.”
Behind you, Seti lets out a deep sigh. "There’s a significant difference between marriage and a mating bond ______.”
Your mind races as you attempt to absorb all this new information. "So, just to clarify, marriage and mating are not the same?"
Amaimon nods. "Yes. Marriage is a human tradition, while a mating bond is more...permanent."
"And we're doing... both?" you ask hesitantly.
"Yes," Amaimon states with a blunt tone. "Marriage will come first, and the mating will follow later."
You turn to Seti, seeking some clarity. "So, the mating bond is what grants me powers?"
Seti's tail swishes in agitation. "Yes, potentially. However, it's not something to take lightly. A demonic mating bond is both permanent and all-consuming, fundamentally changing who you are."
Your parents share anxious looks. Your mother speaks up, her voice tense. "Sweetheart, don't you think this is all happening a bit quickly? Maybe you should take a little more time to—"
Seti interrupts your mother off. “Let’s talk, both of you.” He locks eyes with your parents and gestures towards the kitchen.
“It doesn’t matter if you feel it’s too soon or not. The demon king has made his choice—he wants her.” Seti lowers his voice as he addresses your parents.
Your parents exchange worried glances, their expressions shadowed with concern, as they follow Seti into the kitchen. Once they’re out of earshot, your father leans closer, his voice low and tense, "What do you mean it doesn't matter? We can't just let this happen!"
Seti's ears twitch in irritation, the tension clear in his posture. "You don't have a choice. Amaimon has set his sights on _____, and he won't be easily dissuaded. Fighting him on this will only make things worse."
Your mother anxiously wrings her hands. "But she's so young. How can we just stand by and let her make such a life-altering decision?"
"Because the alternative is far more dangerous," Seti replies in a low growl. "Amaimon is a demon king. If you try to keep _____ from him, he won't hesitate to resort to force. And believe me, you don't want to witness what he's capable of when angered."
Your father's face turns pale. "What, are we just going to give up? Let him take our daughter!?"
"Lower your voice," Seti hisses. "Our best option now is to navigate this situation as safely as we can. Pushing too hard against Amaimon could lead to disastrous consequences for everyone, especially _____."
"But she's so young," your mother protests weakly. "How can we just let this happen?"
Seti's tail swished in agitation. "I don't like this situation either. But _____ has made her choice, misguided as it may be. My priority now is to ensure her safety and help her navigate this new world. So, you’re going to sit back and shut up. I will continue to care for _____; I’m not going to leave her in the hands of the demon king.”
You grasp Amaimon’s t-shirt, tugging him closer. “This conversation is getting a bit heavy again,” you murmur, your voice low. “I thought we had shifted to something lighter—how did we end up back here?” As you speak, you wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.
You let out a sigh, resting your head against his chest. "I suppose you're right. It's just... a lot to process. My parents discovering our relationship, learning about my demon ancestry, discussing marriage and mating bonds... it's all a bit overwhelming."
He pulls you closer. "You're overthinking it," he says simply. "Just concentrate on what you really want."
You pull back slightly. “What I want? Hmm, what is it that I really want?”
Amaimon narrows his eyes. “Me.” He gently tilts your chin upward, his lips meeting yours in a deep, possessive kiss. In an instant, your mind goes blank, and all worries fade away as you melt into his embrace. His lips are soft yet demanding, and you find yourself responding with equal fervor. When you pull away you can’t help but laugh. “You’re blushing again.”
He scoffs and leans down to whisper in your ear. “I can’t wait to eat you out tonight.” As he pulls away, your face burns with embarrassment, prompting you to quickly cover it. “Amaimon!” You smack his chest, but he just smirks at you. “I will, it’s been too long.” His gaze briefly shifts to Seti, who has been sleeping in your bed since you returned from your first encounter with Amaimon, leaving you little room to breathe. “We’re at my parents’ house.” You hit his chest once more. “They’re leaving tonight.”
“No, they aren’t.”
They return moments later, and Seti mumbles something about leaving for the night. At the mention of this, your mother’s eyes widen. “Oh!” she exclaims, turning to your father. “We have that reservation tonight!”
“Reservation?” You question.
“Yes, we made the reservation months ago,” she says, pointing to the calendar hanging on the wall near the living room door. “It’s difficult to get a table at that restaurant, so I really don’t want to miss it.” She explains, glancing at you and Amaimon with an uneasy expression. “The reservation is at eight.” Hearing this, Seti frowns. He doesn’t want to leave you and Amaimon alone, but he also has something important that needs to be handled tonight.
“When will they be back?” Amaimon asks, glancing at the clock on your nightstand. It’s just past eight. “It’ll be closer to midnight,” you mumble, biting your lower lip as your eyes scan the demon king’s shirtless body. “Is there something you want?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. For the past two weeks, Seti has been nearby at all times. It’s clear why—he was upset about what occurred between you and Amaimon that night.
The Earth King sits back and allows you to trace your fingers along the soft waistband of his pajama bottoms. A warm blush spreads across your cheeks, and while you feel the urge to ask, the words seem too daring to say out loud. How could you possibly ask your boyfriend if you can…? You groan softly, retreating your hands to cover your flushed face. Stop, he’s my boyfriend. You uncover your face once more and glance down at the ring on your finger. Fiancé, he’s my fiancé. I should be able to talk to him about this comfortably. Your eyes snap back up to him. “Could I touch you?”
He tilts his head to the side, gazing at you for a brief moment before nodding. “Go ahead.” When you remain still, he snickers to himself and lowers his pants and underwear for you.
Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight of him. Amaimon's golden eyes fixate on you; desire is unmistakably reflected in his gaze. Your hands tremble slightly as you reach out, and your fingertips brush gently against his exposed skin.
"You're nervous," Amaimon observes, his voice calm and even. "Why? We’ve had sex before.” Awkwardly, you nod. “Y-yeah, but I’ve never uh-” You pause, unsure how to continue. Amaimon calmly takes your hand and has you grasp him. Despite his stoic expression, the blush has returned to his face. “What do you want to do ______? You said you’ve never…what did you never do? You’ve given me a hand job; we’ve had sex. So, what are you talking about?” He feigns confusion, knowing you want to give him a blow job.
You swallow hard, the heat rising in your cheeks. Your hand trembles slightly as you grip him, feeling his warmth and the subtle pulse beneath your fingers. Amaimon's golden eyes pierce into you, both patient and expectant.
"I... I want to use my mouth," you finally manage to stammer out, your voice barely above a whisper. The admission hangs in the air between you, and for a moment, you're afraid you've said something wrong.
But then Amaimon's lips quirk up in a small smirk. "Is that all?" he asks, his tone teasing. "You could have just said so."
He leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes never leaving yours. "This vessel is sensitive to just your hands.” A low hiss escapes his lips when you squeeze him slightly. “I also came quickly when I was inside you. It’ll probably be just as sensitive with your mouth," he mumbles more to himself than to you, still frustrated with his vessel’s sensitivity.
Your heart races as you draw nearer, your warm breath brushing against his skin. After a moment's hesitation, you slowly move your mouth toward him. Amaimon gasps, a soft groan escaping his lips.
You run your tongue around the head of his cock, then pull away. You stare down in slight surprise. The taste is unfamiliar yet not unpleasant. There’s an odd earthy, salty flavor about him. Glancing up at Amaimon, you find him staring back through lidded eyes, but he doesn’t urge you to do anything further. He waits patiently for you to decide whether you want to continue or not. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting you to taste like,” you whisper, feeling slightly embarrassed as you realize you’ve paused longer than you intended. “If it’s bad, you don’t have to continue,” Amaimon calmly tells you. “No! I mean, no, it wasn’t bad. I want to continue,” you whisper, blushing.
Amaimon nods, his golden eyes still fixed on you as you lower your head once more. This time, you take him fully into your mouth, your tongue running along his length. A shudder runs through his body, and you feel his hand gently tangle in your hair.
"_____," he breathes, his usually calm voice now tinged with a hint of desperation.
Encouraged by his reaction, you begin to move, bobbing your head up and down. You use your hand to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth, feeling him twitch and pulse against your tongue. The earthy, salty taste grows stronger, and you find yourself oddly enjoying it.
His fingers thread through your hair, not forceful, but guiding. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You’re really good at this," he says, his tail appears from behind to wrap around your waist, drawing you closer to him.
You build confidence by experimenting with different motions and pressures. Amaimon's reactions motivate you—the subtle twitches of his hips and the way his breathing becomes ragged.
Suddenly, he tugs gently at your hair. "Wait," he gasps. "I'm close. This vessel... it's too sensitive."
You pull back, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. Amaimon's chest heaves, his stoic face flushed.
"Do you want me to stop?" you ask softly, your hand still wrapped around him.
Amaimon shakes his head, his golden eyes intense. "No," he breathes. "I’m just frustrated with this vessel.”
You feel a surge of affection mixed with desire. Slowly, you lower your mouth back onto him, maintaining eye contact as you do. Amaimon's breath hitches, his fingers tightening in your hair.
"_____," he groans, his hips jerking slightly. "Stupid vessel.” He huffs. “I can’t hold back.” You hum in acknowledgment, the vibration making him gasp. His body tenses, and you feel him pulse against your tongue. With a low, guttural moan, Amaimon reaches his climax, his essence spilling into your mouth.
You swallow reflexively, taken aback by the earthy, slightly salty flavor. As Amaimon's breathing slowly returns to normal, you gently release him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Amaimon's eyes are shut, and his chest rises and falls quickly as he regains his breath. You lean back, observing him with a blend of awe and affection.
After a moment, his golden eyes slowly flutter open, locking onto you with an intensity that makes your heart race. You feel a blush creep across your face and quickly avert your gaze. "Was it... okay?" you ask, your voice trembling with hesitation.
Amaimon sits up, cradling your face in his hands. "Perfect, my queen," he says, his thumb caressing your lower lip. "The only issue was this vessel... it reacts so intensely to you."
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
He shakes his head. “Not when I cum within minutes.”
Amaimon leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. "Now," he says, a glint in his eye, "It's your turn."
Before you can react, he's pressing you onto the bed, his lips colliding with yours. You catch a hint of strawberry candy on his tongue as he kisses you passionately, his hands swiftly beginning to take off your clothing. Your shirt is tossed aside effortlessly. Amaimon's lips travel along your neck, leaving a trail of pleasurable tingles in their wake.
"A-Amaimon," you breathe as his teeth brush against your collarbone. His hands glide over your body, exploring each curve and contour with a touch that sends shivers down your spine.
He halts, his golden gaze locking onto yours. "Yes, my queen?" His voice is deep and filled with longing.
You lift your hands to cradle his face. "I love you," you softly confess.
A rare, genuine smile spreads across his face. "I love you too," he responds, leaning closer to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.
His hands resume their exploration, sliding down to your hips. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, pausing to look at you questioningly. You nod, lifting your hips to help him remove the last barrier between you.
Amaimon's gaze rakes over your naked form, his eyes darkening with desire. He leans down, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, working his way up slowly. Your breath catches in anticipation as he nears your center. Gently, he spreads your legs for access to you. "You're already so wet for me," he murmurs against your inner thigh, his hot breath sending shivers through your body.
Without warning, his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up your slit. You gasp, your back arching off the bed at the sudden sensation. Amaimon hums in approval, the vibrations adding to the pleasure coursing through you.
He takes his time, exploring every fold and crevice with his tongue. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open for him as he delves deeper. You moan softly, your fingers tangling in his green hair.
"A-Amaimon," you whimper, your hips rolling against his face.
He looks up at you, his golden eyes meeting yours as he sucks gently on your clit. The sight alone is almost enough to push you over the edge. He pulls away for a second, bringing two fingers to his mouth to remove his claws before gently prodding at your entrance.
Amaimon slowly slides two fingers inside you, curling them as he resumes his ministrations with his tongue. The dual sensations send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You grip the sheets tightly, your back arching off the bed.
"Oh god, Amaimon," you moan, your hips rocking against his face and fingers.
He hums in response, the vibrations adding to the building pressure in your core. His fingers move in and out at a steady pace, curling to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Meanwhile, his tongue works relentlessly on your clit, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks.
You feel yourself getting close, the familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen. Amaimon seems to sense it, too, because he increases the pace of his fingers and sucks harder on your sensitive bud.
"A-Amaimon, I'm going to," you gasp, unable to finish your sentence as the wave of pleasure crashes over you.
Your body trembles, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as you reach your peak. Amaimon doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers working you through your climax until your body finally relaxes, sinking back into the mattress. Amaimon slowly withdraws his fingers and places a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before moving up to lie beside you.
You turn your head to look at him, still catching your breath. His golden eyes meet yours, a hint of satisfaction in their depths. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Was that satisfactory, my queen?" he asks, his voice teasing.
You can't help but laugh softly. "More than satisfactory," you murmur, leaning in to kiss him.
Amaimon pulls you closer, his arm draping over your waist and his tail wrapping around your thigh. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, you can feel a certain contentment radiating from him. You snuggle into his chest.
"We should probably clean up before the others return," you mumble against his skin, though you make no move to get up.
Amaimon hums in agreement but doesn't release you. "We have time," he says, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.
Chapter 19: chapter 19
Chapter Text
“My parents will be home soon.” You try to sit up, but the demon king holds you tightly in his embrace. “Amaimon, let me go. I need to take a shower, and you do too.” You gently scratch his sides in an attempt to free yourself. “I’m going to take a shower. If you want to join, then let’s go. Either way, you need a shower.” Amaimon finally releases you and follows you into the bathroom just outside your door.
The shower is quick. Unsure of how long it will be until your parents return home, you hastily wash your hair and body and scrub Amaimon’s head.
You quickly throw on some pajamas and hand Amaimon black lounge pants and a white t-shirt. It’s not long after you both are dressed that your parents return. Both your mother and father scan you as you step into the living room to greet them, their eyes seemingly checking for injuries or something. You choose not to comment on it; after all, you’d probably be concerned in their situation too, with their only child coming home with a demon king clinging to them. You glance down at Amaimon’s fingers entwined with yours. Very clingy demon.
“Where is Seti?” Your mother questions, uneasily.
You shrug, "I’m not sure. He mentioned he would be leaving before you did, remember? He didn’t tell me where he was going.”
Slowly, she nods. “I see.” She hesitates and glances at your father on her right. “I guess it’s getting late. Were you asleep? I’m sorry if we woke you…” she mumbles. It feels like an awkward situation. Should she just casually say goodnight and walk away? Is there anything she might need to do? “Do you know when Seti will be back? Will he be spending the night?”
It's evident that she’s hinting at her desire to know if Seti will return to sleep in your bed, implying she wants to create some distance between you and Amaimon.
“Mom, I really don't know. He’s been acting a bit strange lately. Do you want him here? I guess I could summon him if it’s something you’re worried about.” Amaimon frowns at your suggestion, while your father raises his eyebrows and chimes in. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have a feeling Seti wouldn’t be happy about being summoned unless you were in danger,” your father observes.
Amaimon pulls you a bit closer, his warm chest pressing against your arm as he tightens his grip, his claws gently grazing your skin. “I’m tired,” he lies, looking at you expectantly. Glancing at the clock by your parents’ TV, you see it’s almost midnight, and you are tired. It’s been a long day. “Me too. Let’s talk tomorrow. If Seti doesn’t return by dinner tomorrow, I can summon him if you’d like.”
When they don’t respond right away, you whisper a quick goodnight and pull Amaimon back into your room. The Earth King climbs onto your small bed first, then wraps his arm around you, drawing you against his warm chest. The bed is so small that you have no choice but to lie on him, but the clingy demon king doesn’t mind at all. He holds you tightly against him, his claws gently brushing through your hair until you drift off to sleep in his arms.
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Your mother hesitates at your bedroom door, her fist poised to knock. A knot of worry tightens in her chest. What if the demon in your room hates being disturbed? Could he possibly hurt you? It’s time for breakfast; she has finished preparing a meal for everyone. But what if the demon gets angry about being woken up? Her eyes turn back down the hallway to where her husband is setting the table.
In your bedroom, Amaimon holds you close to his chest, gazing curiously at the door, puzzled by your mother’s presence as she simply stands there. You sleep soundly, oblivious to the unusual situation unfolding with her. Amaimon contemplates whether he should wake you up or wait for your mother to take action. There’s no sign of hostility from her, so he’s not concerned that there might be any danger. Yet, it still feels strange.
Slowly, your mother lowers her hand and glances over her shoulder at her husband, who smiles back, unaware of the internal turmoil his wife is experiencing about whether she should knock on your bedroom door.
“Honey, breakfast is ready.” He nods towards your bedroom door. “Are you going to wake _____ up?” She frowns at her husband, still nervous about knocking on the door. “Do you think it’s safe to knock?” She whispers.
“…huh?”
She walks back to the kitchen standing mere inches from her husband as she lowers her voice. “What if he gets angry he’s woken up?”
“Oh.” He scratches the back of his head, surprised it’s something his wife thought of. “Okay, I’ll knock then.” He shrugs, not as concerned as his wife, if there were a chance Amaimon might harm you, Seti would’ve never left. Gently, he knocks on the door. “Are you awake?” He questions after three knocks. “Can I open the door?”
“Go ahead.” Amaimon stares at the door as your father opens it, tightening his grip on you unconsciously while looking up at the man. “Good morning,” your father grins down at the demon, slightly surprised by how gentle the demon king is being with you in his arms. “Your wife is acting odd,” Amaimon replies, sitting up but carefully adjusting you so that you won’t wake up. “Why didn’t she knock?”
“I guess she’s still a little nervous with you being a demon king. Anyway, are you hungry? Breakfast is ready.” He points over his shoulder to where breakfast is laid out.
Amaimon glances down at you and gently shakes your shoulder. “______, wake up.” Though his tone is empty, his touch is gentle. This surprises your mother as she steps closer, observing the demon awakening you.
“Do I have to?” you groan, burying your head into Amaimon’s neck. As you become more aware of your position, you throw your right arm around his shoulders, trying to nestle your face even deeper into his neck. “Yes. Your mom and dad are waiting.” You feel his head turning to look at something to his left. It hits you all at once where you are. You quickly pull away and turn to stare at your parents. You forgot for a moment that you’re visiting them. “What time is it?”
Your dad replies while your mom stands slightly behind him. “Around eight-thirty, time for breakfast.”
Sighing, you lean against Amaimon. “Okay, let me go to the bathroom first.”
They decided to serve you a traditional breakfast, and your eyes scan the tray filled with rice, fish, miso soup, and a small salad. They’ve set up individual trays for everyone. Amaimon glances at you before turning to the food. Waiting quietly for either you or your parents to say something.
After quickly giving thanks for the meal, everyone begins to eat. However, it’s only a few bites in before they start questioning you. It’s your mom who leads the inquiry. “So, how did you meet again?”
“I already told you.”
“That was the real story?”
“Yeah, he followed me home and hasn’t really left since. I honestly can’t remember if he’s been away for more than twelve hours since we first met.” You glance over at Amaimon, who just shrugs, not finding anything odd about how clingy he is.
You can see a whirlwind of questions flashing through her eyes. She opens her mouth, hesitates, and then closes it again, clearly struggling to pinpoint which ones she wants to ask. You suspect that for many of them, she hesitates out of fear, probably because Amaimon is sitting beside you.
You decide not to give her an opportunity to ask questions while eating. Instead, once everyone has finished, you choose to answer her questions, aiming to provide her with a slightly different perspective of the demon king.
“Amaimon, there’s a coffee shop at the end of the street,” you say as you stand and open the front door. “Could you grab me something to drink? They also have cakes.” You gesture in the direction of the coffee shop. Amaimon stands up and approaches the door, but you tug on the back of his jacket to pull him back, lowering your voice. “Ask them if they’d like anything.” He gives you a curious look but obeys, turning to your parents. “Do you want anything?”
They don’t respond right away, looking confused, prompting you to tell him their order. “Do you want me to write it down for you?” The demon king shakes his head, then hesitates for a moment. “Do you want something too?” he asks, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice as he frowns at the figure on the sofa. “I don’t like coffee or tea," Seti replies, his attention still fixed on the book in his hands.
The moment the door is closed, you frown at your parents. “Well? Ask.”
“Does he always do what you tell him to?” Your dad tilts his head in confusion.
“Uh, honestly, I don’t really ask him for much.” You admit, rubbing the back of your head. “But, that’s besides the point. Ask.”
Seti sighs. “He’ll do anything she asks; it’s all part of proving he’ll be a good mate. You see, idiot, you don’t know anything about demons and mating.” Seti scolds you from the chair in the living room. You huff but don’t disagree.
You can see a fleeting sense of relief wash over your mom’s eyes before uneasiness swiftly takes its place. “Is that only before mating? Will he change once they become mates?” She steps closer to Seti, her expression serious. “You need to tell us everything. You said yourself even _____ doesn’t know anything.” The fox demon snapped shut the book he had been reading. “Demons of higher levels and strengths tend to be more… affectionate towards their mates. Given Amaimon’s rank, it would be surprising if he were to change afterward.”
Your dad gives the fox an uneasy look. “And if he does?”
“______ will disappear.”
“How?”
Seti shakes his head. “That’s my concern, not yours.”
All three of you stare at the fox expectedly, but the fox only stares back unbothered. “What do you mean that is not our concern! Seti you’ve been a huge asshole the last few months. If there is something that serious, you need to tell me. Wait, will you kill me?” Your eyes widen.
“No, I won’t kill you. Idiot, I’ve kept you alive for at least twenty years; why would I kill you? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve saved you from death?” Annoyance begins to seep into Seti’s words.
“Wait, we need to talk about ______ and Amaimon before he returns. _____ what is wrong with you!”
Hearing your mother yell like that makes your father turn to her with an expression of disbelief. “Sweetheart, breathe. ______ won’t provide us with any answers if you attack her,” he whispers, gently rubbing her back. “But seriously, what’s wrong with you ______?” he asks, giving you a look of disbelief.
“When I first met him that night and sent him off, I thought it would be the last time I’d see him. I suggested that he might want to visit Tokyo for a better understanding of Japan, and he replied that he would go in the morning.” You settle down on the sofa. “Then, extremely early the next day, there was a knock on my door. I thought it might be Shura for some reason—who else would knock? But it was Amaimon, insisting that I was supposed to go with him, even though he technically didn’t ask. Mephisto showed up, told me Amaimon took an interest in me, and offered to pay me extra for basically babysitting Amaimon.” You explain more about the day, the arcade, lunch shopping, the cute girl trying to flirt with Amaimon and when explained she maybe wanted to be in a relationship with him, Amaimon bluntly declared you his girlfriend, pissing Seti off.
“Don’t forget you agreed to be his girlfriend after he claimed he wanted to own you.”
Both your parents look at you with horrified expressions. “I uh, didn’t think he was serious. Just confused about human customs, which, he was technically.”
“Yeah, anyway, when I kissed him-“
“Kissed him? That quickly?”
“Well, he asked me to. Seti attacked him, and to save Seti, I kissed him. It was just a quick kiss, but his face turned so red. So cute.”
“Was the kiss after that cute?” Seti questions dryly.
Your face flushes as the memory crosses your mind. “…the tips of his ears were red; that was cute…”
Your parents grimace, having an idea of what type of kiss it was; they don’t need to hear that. “So, how did that lead to you having feelings for him?”
“Right, so Seti and I tried to convince him that I’m weak and that there’s no reason for him to be interested—kind of like what you did last night.” You frown; it’s one thing to hear it from Seti and yourself, and even though you know your parents didn’t mean any harm, it still stung a little. “It backfired because Amaimon said that if I’m weak, I need someone to protect me. Later, I tried to sway his interest by mentioning that there are girls out there more interesting than me, but he told me he doesn’t like it when I say that. I started thinking about Christmas and him meeting you, then I realized I like him, and not long after that, I realized I’m in love with him. He’s just, I don’t know how to explain it.” You explain it the best way you can, which isn’t great. “Just being with him feels right.”
As your parents listen, their expressions are torn. It’s evident that you’re happy, but your partner is Amaimon, the demon king of Earth. Before anything else can be said, Amaimon returns with a tray of drinks and bags of whatever he decided to buy.
You quickly hop up and rush to the door, reaching out to grab the tray of drinks. But Amaimon moves it out of your reach, shoving the bags towards you instead. “This is hot," he says, now gripping the tray with both hands after you let grab the bags from him. His golden eyes sear into yours for a brief moment before turning to your parents.
Amaimon carefully places the tray on the coffee table. Your parents watch him with caution as he silently distributes the drinks, handing each of them their respective orders. When he reaches you, his fingers just graze yours as he hands you your cup, lingering for a brief moment.
"I got you cake," he says, his voice flat but his eyes fixed intently on your face. "And some other sweets."
You smile and accept the drink. "Thank you, Amaimon." As he takes a seat to your left, you pull him closer, pressing your lips against his warm cheek. A faint blush rises to his cheeks before vanishing almost as quickly.
As you all settle back into your seats, an awkward silence descends. Your parents sip their drinks, exchanging glances over the rims of their cups. Amaimon seems oblivious to the tension as you start rummaging through the bags, pulling out an assortment of pastries and cakes. "You got a lot." You laugh slightly; you hadn’t expected him to bring multiple bags back.
Amaimon shrugs, already reaching for a slice of cake. "Couldn't decide."
You shake your head and grab your drink. Of course, he would eat cake right after breakfast. "Seti, do you want anything?” The fox shakes his head, returning to his book and choosing to ignore the awkward situation in front of him.
After a good few minutes of sitting around awkwardly, your mom sits up straight. “Oh, I have something to do at work.”
“Sweetheart, I thought you didn’t have work today,” your father says, tilting his head in confusion. Seti, shaking at your father’s comment, mumbles under his breath about how dumb the whole family can be. Meanwhile, Amaimon sits beside you, seemingly unbothered about why she might suddenly have something to do at work, while you glance at her with unease. “Mom?” you ask hesitantly, giving her a concerned look. “Why are you going to work?”
The woman sighs and shakes her head. “Not for what you might be thinking. I’m sure if Mephisto is aware he is here, so are the higher ups.” She frowns at you before standing up. “I should be back before lunch, okay?”
After about ten minutes of awkward silence, your father quickly finds a way to connect with the demon king. To your left, Amaimon gazes intently at the TV, absorbed in your father’s commentary. “This is her fifth birthday party. Wasn’t she cute?” your father exclaims, prompting a sigh from you. Amaimon nods in agreement with your father.
You choose to ignore them. You scroll through your phone as your father shares all these videos you hadn’t realized he even uploaded on a USB.
“Who’s that?” Amaimon frowns at a video from your eighteenth birthday. Your older cousin Haruto has his arm draped around you, pulling you close while laughing about something stupid. Your father's expression suddenly freezes, his smile fading as he picks up on the subtle trace of jealousy in Amaimon’s monotone voice.
“My older cousin,” you say, pinching the jealous demon’s ear. “I suppose you’ll meet him eventually.” Amaimon immediately relaxes, leaning into you while his eyes remain fixed on the TV. “He’s the one you want to give Seti to?” he asks calmly, staring blankly at the fox. Seti grits his teeth in annoyance but keeps his eyes on the book in his hands, refusing to take the bait.
Unfortunately, your father does take the bait. “You really want to pass Seti to another family member?”
"I don’t want to do this," you sigh, running your fingers through Amaimon's hair. "Seti has been part of the family for generations; he’s been with me my entire life. However..." You pause, carefully choosing your words. "I understand that you don’t approve of Amaimon, and I don't want you to feel obligated to stay if you’re unhappy."
Seti snaps his book shut, his golden eyes narrowing. "Don't assume you understand my feelings, idiot. I've been protecting you since you were a small child. My duty is to you, not to approve of your poor life choices."
Amaimon's arm tightens around your waist. "She doesn't need your protection anymore," he states flatly.
You quickly cover Amaimon’s mouth. “Dad, Amaimon, you both need to shut up. This is a conversation that Seti and I need to have later.”
As you lower your hand, Amaimon speaks up once more. “But I can protect you better than he can." You quickly cover his mouth with your hand. “Stop talking.”
A look of anger briefly crosses Seti’s face before it fades, leaving him staring blankly at you and Amaimon. He locks eyes with Amaimon and speaks in his native language, his tone calm and collected, devoid of any anger or annoyance. Amaimon glances at you, his expression filled with confusion, but you are uncertain of how to respond, you have no understanding of what he is saying either.
You watch in confusion as Seti transforms back into his fox form, his large ears momentarily twitching as he gazes at Amaimon for a brief moment. Then, with a swift leap, he jumps off the chair and bounds onto the sofa beside you before nuzzling into your lap. Sitting calmly, he gazes up at the demon king from the comfort of your arms. Amaimon stares blankly for a second, clearly unsure of how to react, before his expression shifts into a glare directed at the fox. "Get off my mate," he demands.
“No.” Seti curls up in your lap, disregarding the furious king. Your eyes flicker down from the smug fox to the angered king. “Leave Seti alone.” You instantly defend him, covering the fox with your hands.
Amaimon's eyes narrow dangerously, a low growl rumbling in his chest. You can feel the tension in the air, thick and oppressive. Your father shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearly unsure of how to diffuse the situation.
"Amaimon," you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "It's okay. Seti's just being... Seti."
The demon king's golden eyes flick to yours, some of the anger fading from his gaze. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "He's challenging me."
You suppress a shiver at his proximity. "I know," you murmur back. "But I'm asking you to let it go. For me."
Amaimon pulls back slightly, studying your face. After a long moment, he nods once, though his posture remains tense.
Your father watches the scene unfold with growing unease. He clears his throat, attempting to change the subject. "So, Amaimon, what do you like to do for fun?"
Amaimon's gaze remains fixed on Seti for a long moment before he slowly turns to your father. “______.”
“He means spending time with me!” You quickly cover his mouth again. “He’s horrible with words.”
Your father's eyebrows shoot up, a mixture of shock and discomfort crossing his face. "I see," he says slowly, clearly struggling to find an appropriate response.
Amaimon removes your hand from his mouth, his expression neutral. “______ is teaching me about modern Assiah,” he articulates with the clarity he should have had when he first spoke. “We play video games, eat different foods, and fight.”
“They fight demons, not one another,” Seti interjects with a sigh. “Amaimon accompanies whatever mission she’s assigned.”
Your father perks up, relief flooding through him as he understands what the demon truly meant. With Seti always by your side, there’s no real reason to worry. He quickly dismisses any intrusive thoughts that creep into his mind.
Shortly after your mother returns, she has a handful of groceries and an odd expression on her face. “I bought some items to make lunch," she says, fixing her gaze on your father. “Could you start it for me? I need to have a little mother-daughter chat with ______."
You place Seti down on the sofa’s arm and stand up, “Here, you can watch TV.” Tossing the remote to Amaimon, you quickly shoot a warning glance at the two demons before following your mother into her bedroom.
As soon as the door closes, she raises a thin folder. “I was researching some information about Amaimon," she says honestly. When your eyes widen in concern, she quickly adds, “I didn’t ask anyone about it, I promise. I wasn’t expecting to find anything beyond the basic details taught about the demon kings.”
You point at the file in her hand. “So, what’s that?”
“As I was investigating, Mephisto approached me and handed over this folder." She extends it toward you, and you grasp it a bit more roughly than you intended. As you flip it open, your eyes widen in surprise. It contains basic information about him and the details of how he acquired his vessel, but the most shocking element is a photo of him featuring his demon heart exposed, along with his demonic arms, reptile-like tail, and horns.
“Why would Mephisto give you this?”
She gently takes the folder and places it on the bed before grasping your hands. “Mephisto told me, ‘This is the form he’ll have to take when making her his mate.’ Do you understand what that means?” She lifts her left hand to cup your face, gazing deeply into your eyes. “_____,” she hesitates. “To become his mate, you would need to be… intimate with that.”
You quickly reach for the folder and rush back into the living room, dropping it into Amaimon’s lap. “Your brother gave this to my mother.”
Amaimon takes the file and opens it, then looks up at you. “Okay.” He blinks, staring blankly as he struggles to grasp the issue. Seti speaks once again to clarify the confusion. “It’s one thing for them to know you’re a demon king; the pointed ears, fangs, and claws are already concerning enough for humans. You look like a monster when that much of your power is released. It’s disturbing to them.”
The demon king shrugs. “I don’t care what you two think,” he says, staring at your parents. “_____ isn’t afraid of me when my power is unleashed. Why should I care about any other human’s opinion?”
After a few minutes of silence, Amaimon speaks up again. “Does this mean you don’t want to come to the wedding?”
Chapter 20: Chapter 20
Summary:
Parents are trying really hard to put a break on things.
Amaimon likes kisses 😘
Chapter Text
After a few minutes of silence, Amaimon speaks up again. “Does that mean you don’t want to come to the wedding?”
“There’s this thing called reading the room.” Seti sighs. “You should learn it.”
Your mother slowly turns to face Amaimon. "Are you serious about the wedding? Listen—"
“You’ll need to demonstrate that you can be a good husband and provider,” your father interjects. When confusion washes over Amaimon’s face, your mother nods in agreement. “If you marry _____, you must be ready to provide. Have you thought about a house? And what about children? Have you thought about how you will care for your family?”
Amaimon stares blankly at them, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he struggles to find the right words. He then turns to you. “_____.” He waits, looking at you expectedly, but you find yourself unable to offer anything helpful. Instead, you bite the inside of your cheek, stifling a laugh at the awkwardness of it all. It’s clear they’ve completely thrown Amaimon off guard, and in this moment of bewilderment, he looks so cute lost like this. “You already have a house.” He points out.
“No,” your father replies firmly. “She’s renting a house, and if she stops working as an exorcist, she won’t be able to afford it.” He gives you a pointed look. “______’s future husband needs to buy a house—somewhere ideal and safe for raising children.”
If this were anyone else, you’d be embarrassed—no, horrified—by your parents. But looking at Amaimon’s perplexed expression is just too funny. You hurriedly cover your mouth, not wanting him to realize that you’re laughing at him.
“______.” Amaimon tries to get your help again. Realizing you should probably help your boyfriend, you speak up. “Amaimon, just ignore them.” You grab his arm and pull him towards you, pressing your lips against his cheek. “Do I have to buy a house?” He questions.
“No-“
“Yes.” Your parents and Seti answer at the same time.
Seti scoffs. “He expects to be her husband, and he can’t even provide a house?” He shakes his head then addresses Amaimon. “You’re going to make _____ work while you stay in her apartment, doing nothing?”
“______, do you want me to buy you a house?” Amaimon fixes his gaze on you, awaiting your response. “You really don’t have to buy a house.” You let out a sigh, adding, “But they’re right; I can’t afford the rent—”
“Then I will buy a house.”
“Do you know how much money houses are?”
“One million?”
Everyone, including Seti, answers him at once. “No.”
Amaimon stands uncomfortably next to you, his confusion deepening. “Let’s not worry about a house right now,” you say, drawing him closer and playfully pinching his side. He still looks puzzled. “How much does a house cost?” he asks.
“I haven’t paid attention to it in the last few years…” The last time you cared about housing prices was during your teenage years when you would daydream about buying random houses you found online. “Anyway, my parents aren’t serious. You don’t have to buy a house.”
Your father frowns at you; the plan to make Amaimon think he needs to buy a house before he can marry you has been working. Do you really want to marry him right away? “______.” Your father shoots you a look.
“If you don’t shut up, he’s going to rob a bank or something," you huff, wrapping your arms around the demon king, who still looks extremely confused.
Amaimon tilts his head, considering your words. "Rob a bank? Should I rob a bank so we can buy a house?"
You can't help but laugh, burying your face in his chest to muffle the sound. "No, Amaimon. That's illegal."
"Oh." He pauses, then adds calmly, "I could do it without getting caught."
Your father's eyes widen in alarm, and your mother gasps in surprise. Seti, on the other hand, merely rolls his eyes. "Of course you'd think that," he mutters.
"Amaimon," you say, pulling back to look at him seriously. "We are not robbing a bank. Or doing anything illegal. Understand?"
He nods, but you can see the wheels still turning in his mind. "What about—"
"No," you interrupt him before he can propose another possibly illegal activity. "Listen, we don't need to be concerned about finding a house right now. Let's just focus on us, okay?"
Amaimon's golden eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, the chaos around you dissipates. Leaning in, he presses his forehead against yours. "Us," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.
You smile, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words, but the moment is swiftly interrupted by your father clearing his throat loudly.
"This doesn't change anything," he says firmly. "If you want to marry our daughter, you must demonstrate that you are responsible."
Amaimon pulls away from you, his brow furrowing. "How?"
Your mother speaks up, her tone gentle but no less firm. "Well, for starters, do you have a job?"
Amaimon blinks, taken aback, processing the question as if it were a foreign concept. "A... job?"
"Yes, a job," Seti jumps in, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he raises an eyebrow. "You know, that thing humans do to earn money? To support themselves and their families?"
"I don't need money," Amaimon replies, his tone dismissive, as if the mere idea were trivial.
Your father lets out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. "Everyone needs money, Amaimon, especially if you're planning to start a family."
“Stop it,” you groan. “Amaimon, ignore them. It’s fine.”
“So, can we get married?” Amaimon asks, and you nod. “Yes, if you want to get married, we can get married anytime you want.” You promise the demon king.
Amaimon's face lights up with a rare smile, his golden eyes shining. "Good. Then we'll get married tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?!" your parents shout in disbelief as Seti lets out an exaggerated groan. "You can't plan a wedding for tomorrow!" your mother insists, frustration lacing her voice.
"Why not?" Amaimon shoots back, undeterred. "_______ said we can get married whenever I want, and I want to now."
Your mother steps in closer, worry etching lines on her face. "_______, are you really sure about this? Marriage is a significant commitment, especially considering... well..." She gestures toward Amaimon, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. You turn to take a good look at him, your gaze lingering on his features. He’s honestly too beautiful for his own good. “Maybe not tomorrow, but I did agree to marry him a few months ago."
“You raised an idiot.” Seti reminds your parents.
You shoot Seti a glare, but before you can retort, Amaimon speaks up.
"Why not tomorrow?" he asks, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity. "Is there a rule about waiting?"
Your father sighs heavily. "It's not about rules, Amaimon. It's about preparation. A wedding takes time to plan. There's the venue, the guests, the food..."
Amaimon furrows his brow. "We don't need anyone else. Just _____ and me."
You watch as your mother's eyes widen in disbelief. "You can't possibly mean to elope!"
"Elope?" Amaimon turns to you, clear confusion in his golden eyes. "What's that?"
You can't help but chuckle. "It means to run away and get married in secret, without telling anyone."
A mischievous glint appears in Amaimon's eyes. "That sounds fun. Let's do that."
"No!" your father interjects sharply, while your mother seems ready to faint. Seti, who has been watching the exchange with increasing exasperation, finally speaks up. "You're all missing the point. The issue is he’s a demon.”
Weirdly enough, your parents ignore Seti’s comment. “You can’t just get married in secret; you need to have a wedding! Just think about how your grandparents will feel when they find out you got married without inviting them," your mother scolds you.
Seti sighs. “Imagine how they’ll feel when they learn the groom is Amaimon, king of earth.”
You wince at Seti's words, knowing he has a point. Your grandparents are devout exorcists who have devoted their lives to battling demons. The thought of their granddaughter marrying one, let alone a demon king, would be impossible for them to accept.
You sense a headache approaching as the arguments keep swirling around you. Amaimon stands next to you, his fingers laced with yours, appearing unfazed by the chaos he has unintentionally caused.
"Look," you say, raising your voice to be heard over the noise. "We're not eloping, and we aren't getting married tomorrow. But we are getting married, whether you all like it or not."
Your parents exchange worried glances as Seti's tail swishes in agitation before he jumps onto the back of the sofa to be closer to you. “We almost had him focused on buying a house and other important things he’ll need to take care of before the wedding. You shut that down. You probably could’ve saved yourself weeks, maybe even months, but you stopped it. Do you actually want to marry him within a week?” The fox hisses at you.
You glance at Amaimon, who watches you with those intense golden eyes, awaiting your response. You gently squeeze his hand before turning back to Seti.
“I don't want to get married within a week," you frown, striving to keep your voice steady. "However, I also don't want to deceive Amaimon or impose impossible expectations on him."
Amaimon frowns. “I’ll give you two options. We get married tomorrow or in a week.”
“…let’s go with a week.” You sigh, then turn to your parents. “Maybe eloping will be the best idea…or just something small with the five of us?”
Your parents exchange alarmed glances at Amaimon's ultimatum and your suggestion of eloping. Your mother steps forward, her voice pleading.
"Sweetie, please think it over. A week is far too soon. There's so much to plan, and don’t you want others there, like your grandparents? What about your cousins and friends from school?"
Amaimon tilts his head, his expression unwavering. "Why do we need other people? _____ is all I need."
You feel a warmth spreading in your chest at his words, yet you can see the frustration building on your parents' faces.
"Look," you say, attempting to negotiate. "What if we do something small in a week—just us, my parents, and Seti? Then we can plan another ceremony for later, when we have more time to prepare?"
Your father begins to protest, but your mother gently places a hand on his arm, quieting him. She gazes at you, her eyes searching your face. "Is this truly what you want?"
You nod, “Despite it being…fast…yes, it’s what I want.” You assure your parents.
Your dad speaks up. “Great. Well, Amaimon, Seti. Whoever is going to look after my future granddaughters you might have, here’s a piece of advice: give them some freedom. Otherwise, they might end up falling for the first demon who shows interest.” Your father glares at Seti, calling out his protectiveness and placing some blame on him for the situation.
Seti bristles at your father's words, his fur standing on end. "Don't you dare blame this on me," he hisses. "I've been trying to protect her from the moment this green-haired menace showed up."
Amaimon's grip on your hand tightens slightly in response to Seti's words, but his expression remains impassive. "Our daughters will be fine."
Your mother's eyes widen in surprise. "Daughters? Are you already planning for children?"
You feel your cheeks flush. "We haven't really discussed a timeline—"
"Yes," Amaimon interrupts. "_____ will bear my children. Many of them."
“Amaimon, we're not having this conversation right now."
He gazes at you, confusion clear in his golden eyes. "But if we get married, shouldn’t we have children as soon as possible?" Your father groans, rubbing his temples. "This is a disaster."
"It's not a disaster," you respond, keeping your voice steady. "It's just... look, we'll have the small ceremony in a week, okay? Then we can sort everything else out afterward."
Your mother lets out a resigned sigh. "I suppose if we can't talk you out of this, we might as well try to make the best of it. A small ceremony in a week it is." She turns to Amaimon, her expression stern. "But you will need to prove yourself as a husband and provider, understood?"
Amaimon nods. "I understand. I will provide for _____." He pauses, then adds, "And our many children."
You feel your face flush again. "Amaimon, please..."
"What?" he asks, genuinely puzzled. "Don't you want children?"
Before you can respond, Seti interjects, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh yes, because your children are exactly what this world needs more."
Your father shoots Seti a warning glance before addressing Amaimon. "Children are a big responsibility. It's not something to rush into."
Amaimon considers this for a moment. " I want children, _____ wants children. It’s none of your concern.”
You can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Let's just focus on getting married first, okay?"
Your father narrows his eyes. "Listen to me. You treat our daughter right, or—"
"I will always treat _____ right," Amaimon interrupts, his voice serious. "She is mine to protect and care for."
The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you're not sure if it's from excitement or nervousness.
Seti scoffs from his perch on the sofa. "And what exactly does 'protect and care for' mean to a demon king?"
Amaimon tilts his head, considering the question. "It means I will destroy anyone who tries to harm her. I will give her anything she desires. And I will never leave her side."
Your parents exchange worried glances, clearly unsure how to respond to such a declaration. You, on the other hand, feel a warmth spreading through your chest at his words.
Your mom clears her throat. “Anyway, even if it isn’t now. I hope you buy a house before the children come.”
“Oh.” Amaimon reaches into his pocket. “_____, do you think I can buy a house with this?” He questions calmly, holding up a black bank card. “No, I uh, even if it could, I think Mephisto might kill you.” You push the hand holding the card down. “We can look at houses later. Okay?” Slowly, he nods and puts the card back in his pocket.
“Why don’t we focus on lunch?” You offer awkwardly. Needing something to change the topic, within twenty minutes the topic has gone from Amaimon’s other form to marriage, then children, and now buying a house, and then there’s the demon ancestor you need to find information about. There’s too much going on at one time. “I can make us some lunch since you made breakfast this morning.” You offer, already walking to the kitchen. Amaimon sits still for only a second until he’s following you into the kitchen.
Rather than chasing him away, you choose to utilize the king. Taking a nice cut of beef from the fridge, you set it up and pull Amaimon closer. “I’ll prepare everything else; could you slice the meat for me?” When he nods, you grab a knife and quickly demonstrate how to cut it. “Make sure it’s sliced evenly," you instruct. Amaimon takes the knife from you and slices a few pieces. When you see he can do it like you asked, you turn to focus on everything else.
Your parents sit on the sofa, and you can feel their eyes fixed on you; it’s clear they’re trying to process the situation. They’re grappling with the idea that a demon king is casually slicing beef for lunch in their kitchen. Amaimon, however, seems unfazed by their scrutiny, while irritation begins to bubble up within you. “Mom, Dad, you can either talk to yourselves or watch the black rectangle hanging on the wall in front of you. You don’t have to stare at us like we’re weird.”
“But you are weird.” Your father argues, then quickly tenses as the demon king lifts his head and stares blankly at your father. “My queen isn’t weird.”
Seti leaps onto the bar, not far from where Amaimon is slicing the meat. “A human who dedicates their career to exorcising demons—falling in love with one? That’s weird," he quickly adds. "And a demon king falling in love with a human trained to exorcise demons since childhood? That’s even stranger. You both are just… weird.”
You drop the vegetables you’re cutting and walk up behind Amaimon, wrapping your arms around him. “Amaimon, they’re right. It is weird.”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s because you are weird. It’s okay—I love you and all your weird quirks.” You whisper to him, pulling him closer and quickly pressing your lips against his cheek. “Finish cutting the meat. Weird boyfriend.”
“Fiancé.”
“Finish cutting the meat, weird fiancé.”
Amaimon nods and shifts his attention back to the meat again.
As you return to chopping vegetables, a smile crosses your lips at the warmth of the scene before you. A demon king is effortlessly slicing meat in your kitchen, while your parents and familiar look on in disbelief. It's surreal, yet it feels so fitting.
Your parents have finally stopped staring, their attention now fixed on the TV. Seti, however, remains perched on the bar, his watchful gaze never leaving Amaimon.
"You're good at that," you comment, glancing over at Amaimon's neatly sliced beef.
He pauses, looking up at you with those intense golden eyes. "I can be good at many things, _____."
You feel a blush creeping up your neck at the implications in his tone. "I'm sure you can," you murmur, turning back to the stove to conceal your reddening face.
"Are you two done flirting?" Seti's irritated voice cuts through the moment. "Some of us are trying to keep our appetites."
"So," your mother starts uncertainly, and your parents are looking at you once more. They heard what he said, you cringe as you cover your face, "about this wedding in a week..."
You sigh. "Yes, Mom?"
"Where exactly are you planning to have it? And what about rings? Have you even thought about what you're going to wear?"
Before you can respond, Amaimon speaks up, his eyes still focused on the precise cuts he's making. "We don't need any of that. _____ just needs to be mine."
Your father coughs uncomfortably. "That's not how weddings and marriage work, Amaimon."
"Why not?" Amaimon asks, genuinely curious. He sets down the knife and turns to face your parents. "I want _____ to be mine. She wants to be mine. Why do we need anything else?"
Seti rolls his eyes. "Because humans have traditions, you green-haired menace. They don't just claim each other like demons do."
As the conversation spirals once more, you sense a headache beginning to manifest. "Stop," you say, interjecting, "Drop it. For now, let's just concentrate on lunch, alright?"
Amaimon nods, returning to his task of slicing the meat. Your parents exchange glances but remain silent, clearly still processing everything. Seti's tail swishes in agitation, but he, too, says nothing more.
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“This is so awkward. God, why did Seti have to break down and reveal who you really are?” You groan as you step into your bedroom. The past few hours with your family have been incredibly uncomfortable, shifting from casual conversations and watching TV to your parents attempting to discuss the wedding and trying to persuade Amaimon to move it back from a week to a few months from now.
Before Amaimon can respond, there is a knock on the door. Standing, you open the door to see your mother, looking nervous but firm. “Yes?” You question.
She gestures towards the guest bedroom across the hall. “I was thinking that maybe Amaimon should sleep here until your wedding night.” When you look at her in confusion, she continues, “I know Seti sleeps in bed with you, so it’s not really something to worry about. But perhaps Amaimon can still sleep here.” She rambles on while pointing to the room.
“Why?”
“Well, you know, it’s not really proper…”
“Oh.” Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh! No, I mean, I, uh—” You trail off, at a loss for words. Over your mom’s shoulder, you catch sight of the fox sitting at the end of the hall, casting a judgmental glance your way. “It’s fine, really. We’ll… Mom, this is a really awkward conversation to have, but don’t worry. We’re okay. Amaimon can be a bit clingy and will likely end up in my bed anyway. If he shows up in the middle of the night, he might wake Seti, and I really don’t want to deal with a grumpy Seti.” You give a lame excuse.
Seti interjects, “Your bed is small; I might stay in the guest room.”
“Seti! You only weigh one kilogram. Stop trying to cause drama,” you snap at the fennec fox. “Mom, Amaimon is sleeping in my room. It’s fine, I promise.” Seti sits and stares at you a moment before sighing. “Don’t worry about _____’s…innocence.” He snorts. “I’ll lay by her like I always do.” He promises your mom.
As soon as you settle onto the bed, Amaimon pulls you into a kiss. To your left, you hear Seti grumble something before he disappears, and Amaimon gently lays you back on the bed, his lips still connected to yours. When he pulls away, his cheeks are a light pink. You know your face is much darker than his; you can feel the heat in your cheeks, especially with the way Amaimon is staring at you. He leans down and presses his lips against your cheek, then quickly pulls away to watch your reaction. Again, this time, he kisses the tip of your nose. "Amaimon..." He ignores you and presses his lips against your forehead, then your other cheek, and finally your chin before moving to your left ear, choosing to lick along the shell of it. When he pulls back this time, you feel like your face is on fire, and despite his impassive face, you can see in his eyes how much he enjoys watching your reaction to his kisses.
You shiver as Amaimon's breath ghosts over your ear. His golden eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.
"_____," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You're mine."
Before you can react, his lips find yours once more, this time with greater insistence. His hands explore your body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. You surrender to his touch, your fingers intertwining in his green hair.
Suddenly, a cough disrupts the moment. You both freeze and turn to see Seti perched on the dresser, his tail swishing in irritation.
"I thought I made it clear that I'd be staying in here," the fennec fox grumbles.
Amaimon narrows his eyes at Seti. "Leave," he commands, his voice laced with a hint of menace.
Seti bristles. "I'm not leaving. I promised _____'s mother I'd watch over things. It’s crucial to protect her innocence." His tone oozes sarcasm as he gives you both a judging stare.
You groan and hide your face in Amaimon's chest. "Seti, please. Could you just give us a moment?”
"No.”
“She’s already lost her innocence,” Amaimon growls, wanting the fox to leave.
“Yeah, I’m aware. She smelled disgusting afterwards.” Seti jumps to the foot of the bed, curling up to ignore you and Amaimon.
The demon king watches the fox for a few moments, his brow furrowing. Then, with a casual shrug, he turns his full attention to you, leaning in and showering your face with soft, tender kisses, each one lingering just a bit longer than the last.
Chapter 21: chapter 21
Summary:
On tumblr an anon sent something about Amaimon using his tail during sex and another of Amaimon's tail and horns popping out during sex. So, I've added a bit of that in the beginning of this chapter. But, it's nothing too detailed regarding him using his tail. Mentioned for a second. Less than half the fic is smut FYI in case you want to skip the smut
Chapter Text
“Amaimon.” You groan, half asleep. Amaimon has you pulled against him, his right arm wrapped around your waist. Hearing you’re awake, he rolls his hips slightly and groans. “_____.” You can feel him pressed up against your backside, a low pant, paired with the roll of his hips, fully awakens you. “Amaimon!” you hiss. “Seti—"
“He’s not here,” he replies, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you closer to his groin, pressing himself against you even more. “_____.” He calls your name again, this time slightly lifting himself and pressing his lips against the right side of your throat.
“My parents…”
You can feel Amaimon nod against your throat. “We’ll be quiet.”
A shiver runs down your spine at his words as you find yourself caught between desire and caution. Amaimon's lips glide along your neck, his sharp teeth grazing your skin just enough to elicit a gasp. His hand slips beneath your shirt, cool fingers tracing delicate patterns on your stomach.
"Amaimon," you whisper, your resolve weakening. "We shouldn't..."
He pauses, his warm breath brushing against your ear. "Do you want me to stop?" His voice is low and husky with desire, yet you can sense the sincerity of his question beneath the surface.
You hesitate, your body betraying you as you unconsciously lean back against him. Amaimon interprets this as encouragement; his hand drifts lower, teasing the waistband of your pajamas.
"_____, tell me," he murmurs, gently nibbling at your earlobe. "Yes or no?"
You bite your lip and turn to face the demon king. The rational part of your mind screams that this is a terrible idea, yet the warmth of his body and the intensity of his gaze are utterly irresistible. Amaimon waits patiently despite his clear arousal. At last, you make your choice.
"No, I don’t want you to stop," you breathe, barely audible. "But we have to be quiet."
"I can be quiet," he replies in a monotone voice. He leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. His hand glides down your back, pulling you tightly against him as he deepens the kiss.
You seamlessly melt into him, your fingers entwining in his dark green hair. Amaimon's kisses are always intense, yet now they carry an added urgency, a barely contained hunger that simmers beneath the surface. He gently rolls you onto your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his lips travel down your body.
"Amaimon," you gasp, arching into him as his sharp teeth graze your collarbone.
He hums against your skin, the vibration sending shivers through you. His hands roam your body, touching and teasing you, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"Remember," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear, "quiet."
Amaimon seizes your wrist and draws your hand to his lips. He plants a soft kiss on your palm before teasing your fingertips with his sharp teeth. The contrast between tenderness and danger sends a thrilling shiver through you.
"_____, I want you," he murmurs against your skin. His low, husky voice is laced with need.
You pull him down for another kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. Amaimon groans softly into your mouth, grinding against you. The friction is a delicious form of torture, and you have to hold back a moan.
His hands glide beneath your shirt, lifting it to expose your skin to the cool air. Amaimon pauses the kiss to trace his lips down your neck, across your collarbone, and even lower. You arch into him, your fingers weaving through his hair as he showers your body with attention.
Then he freezes. Before you can ask if he’s okay, it happens—his horns and huge tail suddenly appear. Slowly, he lifts his head, looking a bit confused and slightly embarrassed.
"Amaimon, why did you change?” you whisper.
You observe his face beginning to turn a deep shade of red, far darker than any hue you’ve seen before. “I didn’t… mean to,” he murmurs, his head quickly dropping onto your shoulder as genuine embarrassment washes over him. “Is that normal?” you ask.
“It’s…never happened before.” He admits, voice muffled against your skin.
You can't help but feel surprised by Amaimon's unexpected vulnerability. Gently, you run your fingers through his hair.
"Hey," you whisper, "Are you okay? Look at me."
With some reluctance, Amaimon raises his head, his golden eyes locking onto yours. The blush on his cheeks lingers, oddly endearing on the typically composed demon king. "No," he admits, lowering his head once more. His tail curls around your ankle, and aside from that, he remains still.
You gently stroke Amaimon's hair, noticing how the texture subtly shifts around his horns. "It's okay," you whisper soothingly. "Why does it bother you?" His tail, horns, and even his arms are familiar to you; he revealed them when he showed you his demon heart. Although you feel a bit confused, you’re grateful that his arms haven't changed. Those large arms would take up too much space on your small bed, and his claws might hurt you with how unexpectedly his tail and horns appeared. The claws would’ve probably caused damage.
Amaimon remains silent, his face still pressed against your shoulder. You can feel the tension in his body, his tail coiling tightly around your ankle.
Sensing that he may not want to talk, you decide to stay quiet, your fingers gently running through his hair as he lies still on top of you, his face still hidden in your neck.
The silence stretches endlessly, pierced only by your soft breathing and the gentle rustle of your fingers running through Amaimon's hair. You can feel his heartbeat thumping against your chest, quicker than normal. His tail loosens its grip on your ankle, then tightens again, as if he's wrestling with something deep inside.
“Amaimon.” You grasp a handful of his hair, gently pulling him away as you sit up and pull your shirt back down.
“Don’t do that.” Amaimon sits up as well. “Take it off,” he orders.
You hesitate, caught between your concern for Amaimon's sudden change and the desire that still simmers beneath the surface. His golden eyes flash with a blend of embarrassment and hunger as he reaches for your shirt once more.
"Amaimon, hold on," you whisper, gently grasping his wrist. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"
He averts his gaze, a frustrated growl rumbling in his chest. "Nothing's wrong. I want you."
"But you've never changed forms like this before," you press, running your thumb over his knuckles. "Does it mean something?"
Amaimon's tail flicks restlessly, curling around your leg. "It means..." he begins before pausing, searching for the right words. "It’s never happened before, maybe because I need you. Take off your shirt.”
“But it didn’t happen the other times we were—"
"I know. Take off your shirt," he orders again.
You study Amaimon's face, observing the lingering embarrassment intertwined with a raw desire in his eyes. Slowly, you nod and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head. His gaze hungrily roams over your exposed skin.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your collarbone. His sharp teeth graze your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
You run your fingers through his hair, lightly brushing against his horns. Amaimon lets out a soft groan, pressing closer to you. His tail unwinds from your leg, wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against him.
"Amaimon," you gasp, arching into him as his lips wander lower. "We still have to keep quiet."
He hums against your skin, the vibration causing you to stifle a moan. "I know," he whispers, his breath warm against your chest.
You tug at his shirt, a sudden desperation rising within you to feel his skin against yours. Amaimon responds willingly, momentarily breaking away to pull his shirt over his head. In the dim light, his pale skin appears to glow, and you find it irresistible to run your hands over his chest, tracing the contours of his lean muscles.
Amaimon captures your lips in a heated kiss, gently lowering you back onto the bed. His tail keeps you pressed close as his hands roam over your body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. You arch into him, yearning for more contact.
"_____," he breathes against your neck, voice husky with need. "I want to taste you."
You nod silently, feeling too shy to verbally agree, biting your lip to suppress a moan as Amaimon's sharp teeth brush against your pulse point. He kisses his way down your body, pausing to give special attention to your breasts before continuing lower.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pajama bottoms and underwear, looking up at you for permission. You can feel your face burning as you lift your hips in response, allowing him to slide them off. Amaimon's golden eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, bare beneath him. His tail unwraps from your waist, instead coiling around your thigh as he settles between your legs. Amaimon looks up at you, golden eyes dark with desire, before lowering his head.
You gasp and arch your back as Amaimon's skilled tongue explores your most sensitive areas. His tail tightens around your thigh, holding you in place as he savors every inch of you. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out, your fingers tangling in his hair.
Amaimon's golden eyes flick up to meet yours, full of hunger and desire. The sight of him between your legs, horns and all, sends a thrill through you. His sharp nails dig into your hips as he pulls you closer, devouring you with renewed fervor.
"Amaimon," you whimper, struggling to keep quiet. "Please..."
He hums against you, the vibration making you see stars. His tail unwraps from your thigh, the tip teasing along your inner leg as he continues his ministrations. You're teetering on the edge, every swipe of his tongue bringing you closer. Amaimon’s lips are focused on your clit, his hands on your hips, your eyes widen as something slowly starts to slip inside you. You shoot up, eyes wide as you stare down at Amaimon, who also quickly sits up. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concern in his voice.
“What was that?” You whisper.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your hands were on my hips, your mouth…what went inside me.”
Amaimon freezes and glances down at his tail brushing against your thigh. “Oh. Sorry.” He looks just as shocked as you that it happened.
“It was your tail?”
“Yes.”
You're taken aback, unsure how to react. "I...I didn't know you could do that."
Amaimon looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "It's never...responded like that before. This vessel is odd. We should stop.”
“…are you sure?”
Amaimon nods. “If this vessel is going to react this way, it’s better to explore it at home, not in your parents’ house.”
You nod slowly, still processing what just happened. "Okay," you whisper, reaching out to cup Amaimon's cheek. "Are you alright?"
He leans into your touch, his golden eyes meeting yours. "I'm fine," he murmurs. "Just...surprised. I don't like not being in control of my vessel.”
You pull him close, wrapping your arms around him. Amaimon buries his face in your neck, his tail coiling loosely around your waist. You can feel the tension in his body slowly start to ease. Gradually, his demonic features begin to fade, with his horns and large tail vanishing.
"You should sleep," he murmurs against your hair. "It's late."
You hum in agreement, suddenly realizing how tired you are. Amaimon helps you put your clothes back on before drawing you against his chest. His arms wrap around you protectively, his face nuzzling into your neck.
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You’re thankful Amaimon helped dress you before you fell asleep, because a few hours later, your bedroom door opens, and your mother loudly greets you. “Good morning! How did you sleep?”
Her eyes scan you as you sit up in bed, still wearing your pajamas. Good. Then her gaze flicks to the demon king, who sits up as well. He’s shirtless but has pajama bottoms on. She slightly nods her head in silent approval. “Breakfast will be ready soon—wait, where is Seti?” Her eyes widen in concern.
“He left last night.” Amaimon answers.
“Why?!”
“I didn’t care to ask him.” Amaimon shrugs, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his warm chest against your back.
Her mind goes blank. Seti was meant to stay here and ensure that nothing happened. “Oh," she says, staring in disbelief, before a thought finally occurs to her. “What time did he leave? Was it early this morning, while you were sleeping, or just before you went to sleep?”
“______ was asleep when he left.”
Your mom’s lips press in a thin line as she stares at the demon attached to her daughter. He’s staring blankly back at her, and his tone is emotionless. How did ______ fall in love with someone like him? His vacant stare sends a chill down her spine. No parent wants a demon king to decide they’re in love with their child. Especially ones as clingy as Amaimon seems to be.
Your mother's disapproving gaze lingers on Amaimon for a moment longer before she forces a tight smile. "Well, I'm sure Seti had his reasons. Come down for breakfast soon, alright?"
As she closes the door behind her, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Amaimon's arms tighten around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.
"She doesn't like me," he states bluntly.
“Well, put yourself in her shoes. What would you do if you had a daughter, and she came home with a man you don’t know talking about marriage?”
Amaimon pauses and seems to be seriously thinking about it. “I would kill a man who tried to get that close to our future daughters without speaking to me first.”
“Daughters? Like plural?”
"Yes," Amaimon replies bluntly, his arms still wrapped around you.
Your heart races at his words, and you can’t help but be in a bit of disbelief. "Have you actually been thinking about kids?"
"Yes," he murmurs against your skin. “Especially after speaking to your parents yesterday.”
You sigh. Great, mom and dad inadvertently woke up some interest in having children in Amaimon. “Your majesty, you need to pause that.”
Amaimon stiffens slightly at your words. "Why?" he asks, his tone flat but with a hint of confusion.
You turn in his arms to face him, meeting his golden eyes.
“Having children is a huge responsibility. It's not something to rush into."
He tilts his head, studying you. "But I want you to be mine in every way possible. Children would solidify that."
“Amaimon, relationships—and especially parenthood—are about more than just possession. It's about partnership, love, and commitment."
"I am committed to you," he reminds you. "And I love you."
"I know," you say softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I love you too. But having children is a big decision. We need to be ready, both emotionally and practically."
Amaimon leans into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. "I am ready.”
Slowly, you nod. “Let’s talk about this in a few weeks, okay?” His sudden interest in children has caught you off guard, and you make a mental note to discuss it with Seti later. You have an idea that your parents might’ve accidentally caused it.
Amaimon sighs and then nods. “If we have children now, I will make you my mate now.”
“…didn’t you say a year?”
He nods.
“Let’s keep that timeline, okay?”
“You’ll marry me Saturday.”
“Yes, and mate in a year.”
“Okay.” He shrugs, letting go of it surprisingly just as fast as he brought it up.
After releasing you reluctantly, you both start to get dressed; you can't help but steal glances at him. His lean muscles flex as he pulls on his shirt, and you find yourself admiring the way it clings to his form.
"You're staring," Amaimon states, his golden eyes meeting yours.
You blush, caught in the act. "Sorry, I just... you're beautiful."
Before he can respond, your mother calls for you again. Sighing, you pull your pants on and quickly leave the room. “Mom, what’s for breakfast?” you ask. Amaimon follows you closely. “Dad, good morning.” You notice your father setting the table.
His eyes shift to you, then to Amaimon. “Where's Seti?”
"Seti left last night," you explain. “He left while I was sleeping."
Your father's brow furrows with worry. "That's really not like him. Did something happen?"
You shake your head, avoiding your parents' questioning gazes. "Not that I know of. Maybe he just needed some time alone?"
Your mother sets some food on the table, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Well, I hope he returns soon. It's not safe for you to be without protection, especially with..." She trails off, glancing at Amaimon.
The demon king seems unfazed by her implication, taking a seat at the table and reaching for his chopsticks. "I will protect _____," you wonder for a moment if he misunderstood or just doesn’t care.
An uncomfortable silence falls over the table as your parents exchange worried looks. You clear your throat, desperate to change the subject. "So, um, what are the plans for today?"
Your father seizes the opportunity and dives into details about an upcoming job. As he speaks, you feel Amaimon's hand settle on your thigh under the table. Your father's voice fades into the background as you feel Amaimon's touch. It sends a shiver through you, memories of the previous night flooding back. You try to concentrate on your father's words, but Amaimon's fingers tracing lazy patterns on your leg are incredibly distracting.
"_____? Are you listening?" Your mother's voice cuts through your thoughts.
"Oh, um, yes," you stammer, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
Your mother looks at you suspiciously before repeating, "I was asking if you and Amaimon had any plans for today. We were thinking we might all go into town together."
You glance at Amaimon, who appears completely uninterested in the conversation. His hand stays on your thigh, a constant, silent presence.
"That sounds nice," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "What do you think, Amaimon?"
The demon king shrugs, his golden eyes meeting yours. "If that's what you want to do."
Your father clears his throat. "Well, it would be a great opportunity for us to get to know Amaimon better," he says, trying to give a friendly smile. "And maybe we could check out some wedding venues while we're out."
You nod, grateful for your father's effort. "We’re not going to bother with a venue, but going out sounds fun. What do you think, Amaimon?"
The demon king's golden eyes flick between you and your parents. "Fine," he says simply.
As breakfast continues, you can feel the tension in the air. Your parents attempt to engage Amaimon in conversation, but his short, often monotone responses do little to alleviate their concerns. You find yourself caught in the middle, trying to mediate between your family and your fiancé. Amaimon seems more interested in the food and switching from running his claws along your thigh to squeezing it. “______.” Amaimon grips your thigh tightly while turning to face you.
“Yes?”
“I want to go home.”
Your mom reacts first. “Oh! Of course, you can go home any-”
“Okay.” Amaimon cuts her off and stands. “Let’s go _____.”
You freeze, startled by Amaimon's abrupt declaration. Your parents share equally surprised expressions, exchanging concerned glances.
"Amaimon," you start, trying to keep your voice calm, "we just agreed to go into town with my parents."
His golden eyes lock onto yours, a hint of impatience flickering in their depths. "I changed my mind. I want to go home now."
Your mother clears her throat, her voice strained as she tries to salvage the situation. "Amaimon, if you're not feeling up to going out, maybe you could rest here while we go out with _______."
Amaimon's gaze shifts to your mother, his expression inscrutable. "No. _____ comes with me."
The tension in the room intensifies, and you can see your father's jaw tighten. You quickly stand up, placing a hand on Amaimon's arm.
"Can I talk to you for a moment? Alone?" you ask, trying to keep your voice level.
Without waiting for a response, you gently pull Amaimon toward the hallway, casting an apologetic glance at your parents. "Amaimon, what is—"
“I want to go home. I don’t like your parents.”
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "Amaimon, I understand this isn't easy for you, but they're my family. We can't just leave suddenly like this."
His golden eyes narrow slightly. "Why not? They don’t like me. They don’t like that you're mine. I want to go home."
"Amaimon. I'm their daughter," you explain gently. "Can you please try to endure it a little longer? For me?"
Amaimon's tail flicks out in agitation. "Fine," he concedes after a moment. "But I want something in return."
You raise an eyebrow. "What do you want?"
"When we get home, I want to test what happened last night.” He’s blunt and his expression is impassive. He makes it sound like he wants to test it more as an experiment.
His eyes light up as your face starts to burn. “Amaimon!” You slap his chest before covering your face with your hands. “Don’t make me blush when I have to speak to my parents.” You complain.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lies smoothly.
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To your parents’ disappointment, Amaimon openly attaches himself to you in public, seemingly indifferent to the customs and social norms in Japan. He seizes every opportunity to kiss you, whether it’s a fleeting peck on the cheek or something more, enjoying the way you react to his affection.
As you walk through the bustling streets of the town, Amaimon's arm is firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to his side. Your parents walk a few steps ahead, occasionally glancing back with worried expressions.
"Oh, look at that cute little shop!" your mother exclaims, pointing to a quaint storefront. "Why don't we go in and take a look?"
You nod and gently pull Amaimon along as you enter the shop. The demon king's golden eyes survey the surroundings with mild curiosity. Inside, the shop is brimming with various trinkets and local crafts, while your parents begin to browse the shelves.
Amaimon's grip on your waist tightens slightly as he leans in close, his breath tickling your ear. "This is boring," he murmurs. "When can we go home?"
You turn to face him, keeping your voice low. "Amaimon, please. Just a little longer, okay? For me?"
He lets out a soft huff but nods reluctantly. His eyes wander around the small shop, finding nothing impressive there.
As your parents continue browsing, Amaimon's gaze suddenly shifts to a display of colorful candies by the counter. His golden eyes widen slightly, revealing a flicker of interest in their depths.
He takes your hand and pulls you toward the counter, where a selection of gourmet lollipops is displayed.
As you approach, the shopkeeper greets you with a warm smile.
"Ah, young love," she says, her eyes twinkling. "What can I get for you two?"
Amaimon points to a jar of brightly colored lollipops. "Those," he says plainly.
You can't help but chuckle at his directness. "We'll take a mixed bag, please," you tell the shopkeeper.
As she carefully packages a variety of lollipops, Amaimon encircles your waist from behind. When you turn to look over your shoulder, his golden eyes lock onto yours, and for just a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of something tender in his typically stoic gaze. It disappears in an instant, yet it leaves a warm sensation blooming in your chest.
The shopkeeper hands the bag of lollipops to Amaimon, who immediately reaches for one. As he unwraps it, your parents come over after finishing their browsing.
"Find anything interesting?" your mother asks, eyeing the candy in Amaimon's hand.
You shrug. "Just some lollipops."
An awkward silence falls over the group. You clear your throat, trying to dispel the tension. "So, where to next?"
"Home," Amaimon replies, giving you a look.
You sigh, catching your parents' concerned glances. "Amaimon, can we at least walk around a bit more?"
The demon king's golden eyes narrow slightly, but he nods. His arm snakes around your waist again, pulling you close as you exit the shop.
Your parents walk ahead down the street, animatedly discussing something that occurred in town a few weeks ago. Amaimon stays quiet, his attention fixed solely on you and his candy. You can sense the tension emanating from him, his urge to leave intensifying with each passing minute.
As you pass a small park, your mother suggests taking a break. "Why don't we sit for a while? It's such a lovely day."
As you settle onto a bench, Amaimon pulls you onto his lap, ignoring the startled looks from passersby and your parents' disapproving frowns.
"Amaimon," you whisper, trying to squirm off his lap, "this isn't appropriate in public."
He tightens his grip, nuzzling into your neck. "I don't care," he murmurs against your skin.
You feel your face flush with embarrassment as you notice your parents' uncomfortable expressions. Your father clears his throat awkwardly.
"Perhaps we should head back," he suggests, his voice strained. "It's getting rather warm out here."
Amaimon's head perks up at this. "Yes, I want to go home."
Your mother frowns, clearly torn between wanting to spend more time with you and recognizing Amaimon's growing impatience. "Well, if you're sure..." she trails off, looking at you questioningly.
You sigh, knowing that pushing Amaimon's patience further might lead to more awkward situations. "Maybe that's for the best," you concede. "We can always come back another day."
Amaimon swiftly lifts you into his arms. "Thank you for the hospitality," he says flatly to your parents. "Goodbye."
“Wait!” Your mother quickly stops him, and you squirm out of his arms, embarrassed by the thought of him carrying you through the park until you find a door.
“What?” His frowns at her.
“What about the wedding? You can’t get married without us there, and Seti. You shouldn’t leave without-“
Amaimon narrows his eyes. “We’ll come back for the wedding, whatever _____ wants. The fox is her familiar; he can find her if he chooses. Goodbye.”
Chapter 22: Chapter 22
Summary:
Who gives a second thought to changing in front of their fox demon familiar? Not you.
Amaimon is starting to act yandere with Seti around.
Chapter Text
“Welcome home.” Seti greets you from his place on the sofa as you step through the door. The fox is still curled up, not bothered enough to lift his head and greet you. “Seti? When did you get here?”
“Last night.”
“Why did you leave?”
“The bed in your old room is too small; I didn’t enjoy being so close to your leech," he remarks, casually insulting Amaimon. Instead of becoming angry at the fox, Amaimon wraps his arms around you, a response that somewhat mirrors Seti's insult.
You glance over your shoulder at Amaimon. “Oh! That’s right. Seti, I need to speak to you.”
He still doesn’t bother lifting his head to look at you. “With or without the leech?”
“Without.” You attempt to push Amaimon away. Attempt. “Amaimon, stop. I need to speak to Seti.” The more you struggle, the tighter his grip becomes. You have nowhere near the strength needed to escape the king. “Please let me go.”
"No," he replies, his tone almost childlike as he tightens his grip further. “I don’t want you talking to him without me.” A hint of jealousy seeps into his oddly childish monotone.
You sigh, exasperated. "Amaimon, this is important. It's about my family."
Seti's ears perk up at that, and he finally lifts his head to look at you. His golden eyes narrow as they flick between you and Amaimon.
"Family business doesn't concern demon kings," Seti says, his voice laced with disdain.
Amaimon's grip tightens even further, to the point where it's becoming uncomfortable. You wince slightly, and Seti notices, his fur bristling.
"Let her go," Seti growls, rising to his feet. "You're hurting her."
"I'm not," Amaimon says flatly, but his eyes gleam with a hint of challenge. "She's mine. I can hold her if I want."
The tension in the room rises palpably. You can feel Amaimon's breath on your neck, his body tense against yours. Seti's tail lashes back and forth, his teeth bared in a silent snarl.
"Amaimon, why don’t you go make lunch?" Your remark catches the king off guard, causing him to loosen his grip just enough for you to pull away.
“Make lunch?” He questions, eyeing the kitchen.
You nod. "Yeah, there are some meats and vegetables in the fridge. You can make lunch, right?”
Amaimon opens his mouth to argue, but Seti snickers. “What kind of husband can’t cook for his wife?” Amaimon bristles at the comment, gritting his teeth before heading to the kitchen. You watch him closely as he opens the door to the fridge and surveys the items inside. He appears completely lost. "Amaimon, have you ever cooked a meal before?”
“…yes.”
“Right, well, it’ll be a quick chat. Why don’t you take a seat on the sofa? I don’t want you to burn down the apartment.”
“No, I can cook for you.”
“Yes, let’s see what the king can cook.”
You glare at Seti, who looks way too amused.
Seti's amusement only seems to fuel Amaimon's determination. The demon king narrows his eyes at Seti before turning back to the fridge and beginning to pull random objects from the fridge.
"Amaimon, really, it's okay—" you start, but he cuts you off with a sharp look.
"I can do this," he insists, his voice flat.
“So, what’s the family business?” Seti asks in a low voice.
You glance nervously at Amaimon, who appears absorbed in figuring out how to use the stove. Lowering your voice, you lean in closer to Seti. “Let’s go to my room.” Standing up, you give one last glance at Amaimon and silently pray you’ll still have a home before leading Seti into the bedroom.
“It’s really more about Amaimon. He started talking about kids this morning but in greater detail. I asked him if he had been thinking about kids for a long time, and he said he had, but more so after speaking to my family yesterday. I think maybe they unintentionally stirred some strange urge in him.”
Seti sighs, “Well, your parents, like you, are idiots.” He recalls the conversation from yesterday. “Of course, having children was already part of his plans, considering he intends to make you his mate, but your parents wouldn’t shut up about having kids and taking care of you yesterday.”
You feel a knot tightening in your stomach as Seti's words resonate. "Oh no... I didn't even think about that. They were trying to discourage him, but instead..."
"Instead, they've lit a fire under him," Seti concludes, his tail swishing in agitation. "Demons like Amaimon are competitive by nature. Your parents essentially challenged his ability to be a provider, and now he's determined to prove them wrong."
A crash from the kitchen makes you both jump. You peek out of the bedroom to see Amaimon standing amid a mess of pots, pans, and what appears to be the entire contents of your refrigerator. He's holding a whisk in one hand and an egg in the other, looking completely perplexed.
"Amaimon, what are you doing?" you ask, making an effort to keep the exasperation out of your voice.
He turns to you, his face as impassive as ever. "Making lunch."
You step cautiously over the debris, with Seti trailing closely behind. "I see that, but... why is everything on the floor?"
Amaimon shrugs. "I couldn't find what I needed."
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Okay, let's... let's clean this up first." You begin to gather the scattered utensils.
Amaimon watches, still holding the whisk and egg.
"Amaimon, please put those down and help me," you say gently.
He tilts his head, considering. "But I'm making lunch."
"You can make lunch after we clean up," you reassure him.
Reluctantly, he sets the items on the counter and joins in the cleanup effort.
“I don’t want you to listen to my parents and let them plant stupid ideas in your head,” you tell him as you pick up a pan. “They’re just trying to postpone the marriage. Ignore them— no house, no children.”
Amaimon halts abruptly, a carrot in his hand. His golden eyes fixate on you, narrowing just a bit. "What do you mean, no children?" His voice is unsettlingly calm, yet there's an undeniable tension beneath the surface.
Your eyes widen as you realize you didn’t include a certain detail in your statement. “I meant for at least a year! Seti said my parents were trying to manipulate you and make you want to postpone everything, but it had the opposite effect. Just ignore their stupidity.”
Amaimon's gaze is unwavering, his expression unreadable—the carrot in his hand snaps in half with a sharp crunch. "A year," he reiterates, his tone unvarying.
Seti snorts from his spot near the doorway. "He doesn’t care about what you want ______."
Amaimon's gaze shifts to the fox spirit, and a flicker of annoyance crosses his features. "I care about what she wants," he says, his voice still unnervingly calm.
His words evoke a wave of warmth, but the intensity of his gaze soon tempers it as he looks back at you. "And what do you want?" he asks, moving closer.
You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of how small the kitchen feels with Amaimon looming over you. “I want to marry you. I want to find a new job.” You sigh, glancing away. “I need a new job to pay the rent.”
“And utilities, food, and basic living essentials," Seti casually adds.
“Yeah, that too.” You slowly rise and push Amaimon aside. “I think it’s better to order takeout for lunch. You can cook dinner.”
“He can?” Seti scoffs.
With a sigh, you wrap your arms around Amaimon’s shoulders. “I will show you how. I love you,” you whisper, leaning forward to press your lips against his warm ones. When you pull away, all the tension he had been showing melts away.
"It’s interesting how a kiss can tame him," Seti shakes his head.
Amaimon's arms snake around your waist, drawing you in closer. "I love you too," he whispers against your lips, his voice gentle yet possessive. He kisses you once more, deeper this time.
Seti groans; you haven’t even been home an hour, and he’s already sick of Amaimon. "If you two are done, can we order some food? _____, I want chicken."
You pull away from the kiss, feeling a little breathless. "Right, food. We should order something." You glance at Amaimon, who seems mildly disappointed by the interruption. "What would you like, Amaimon?"
He shrugs, his arms still around you.
"Okay, I'll order some chicken for Seti. How about we get a pizza with some dessert? They have a new cinnamon roll I want to try."
Amaimon nods, appearing satisfied. As you reach for your phone to place the order, he maintains his hold, forcing you to maneuver awkwardly with him still clinging to you.
Seti watches in disgust. "You know, most people can’t use a phone effectively when they have a leech attached to them."
You shoot him a look. "Stop trying to start drama; I’m fine."
As you place the order, Amaimon rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear. You can feel Seti's disapproving gaze, but you choose to ignore it. Once you're done, you turn to face Amaimon. “They said it’ll take about forty-five minutes to an hour. What do you want to do?”
“Test what happened last night.”
Your cheeks flush at the thought as Amaimon spins you around in his arms, reveling in your embarrassment. “Not while he’s here," you whisper.
Amaimon narrows his eyes slightly at your refusal. "Why not?" he asks, his tone flat yet tinged with a hint of frustration. His hands slide down to your hips, drawing you flush against him.
You feel your face grow even hotter. "Because... it's not appropriate with Seti here," you whisper, keenly aware of the fox's presence just a few feet away.
Seti clears his throat loudly. "I can hear you, you know. And I agree, it's inappropriate."
Amaimon's grip on you tightens slightly. "He can leave," he suggests, his golden eyes focused intently on your face.
"I'm not going anywhere," Seti huffs. “I’m supposed to watch _____ and keep her pure.” He shakes his head. “The fact that your parents believe you’re still purewhile you have a demon king attached to you is ridiculous.”
You feel your face burning even hotter at Seti's words. "Seti! That's... that's not..."
"It's true though, isn't it?" Amaimon interjects, his tone blunt. His hands slide lower, cupping your backside possessively. "She's mine now."
Seti rolls his eyes. "You two are hopeless. I'm going to take a nap. Try not to destroy the apartment while I'm asleep." With that, he saunters off to your bedroom, his tail swishing behind him.
As soon as Seti is out of sight, Amaimon's lips are on yours, kissing you with an intensity that takes your breath away. When he finally pulls back, his golden eyes are gleaming with desire.
"Now we can test what happened last night," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
You glance nervously towards the bedroom where Seti disappeared. "Amaimon, we can't. Seti might hear us."
"I don't care," he says flatly, lifting you onto the kitchen counter. His hands slide up your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. "I want you now."
Your breath hitches as his fingers ghost over your skin. "But... the food will be here soon," you protest weakly, even as your body responds to his touch.
Amaimon pauses, considering this for a moment. Then, without warning, he scoops you up in his arms. "Then we'll be quick," he decides.
“She said no.” Seti snaps from the bedroom.
Amaimon's eyes narrow slightly. "Later then," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Amaimon scoops you up in his arms. "What are you doing?" you yelp.
"Carrying you to the couch," he states matter-of-factly. "We can watch TV until the food arrives."
"You know I can walk, right?"
"Yes," he says as he gently deposits you on the couch and immediately settles beside you, pulling you to his side. His arm snakes around your waist, anchoring you against him.
"What do you want to watch?" he asks, his breath warm against your ear.
"Um, I don't really care. It's up to you," you reply, still a bit flustered from the kitchen encounter.
He nods, but you can tell he isn't truly interested in the TV. His fingers start to trace idle patterns on your thigh, his touch light yet intentional.
"Amaimon," you murmur, "behave yourself."
"I am behaving," he replies, his lips grazing your neck. "I'm just touching what's mine."
You try to focus on the TV, but it becomes increasingly difficult with Amaimon's hands roaming. Just as his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, there's a knock at the door.
The knock on the door startles you, yet Amaimon remains unfazed, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.
"That should be the food," you say, attempting to escape his grip. "Let me go answer it."
"No," Amaimon says simply, tightening his hold. "They can wait."
"Amaimon, they can't just stand there forever," you reason, pushing against his chest. "And I'm hungry."
He sighs, clearly annoyed at the interruption, but releases you. "Fine."
You smooth down your clothes and hair before heading to the door. The delivery person hands you the bags of food with a smile, and you thank them, quickly paying and adding a generous tip.
When you turn back around, Amaimon is right behind you, his golden eyes fixed on the bags in your hands.
"That smells good," Amaimon comments, his eyes never leaving the bags as you carry them to the kitchen counter.
"Yeah, it does," you agree, starting to unpack the food. "Can you grab some plates?"
Amaimon obediently retrieves plates from the cabinet and sets them next to you. As you begin plating the food, you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind.
"Amaimon, I can't serve the food if you're holding me like this," you try to sound stern but fail to hide the affection in your voice.
"I can wait," he murmurs against your neck, placing a soft kiss there, then watches with amusement as a blush spreads across your face. “Amaimon, stop it," you complain, but Amaimon simply responds by pressing his lips against your throat again, this time nipping softly.
"Food's here?" Seti's voice calls from the bedroom.
Seti pads into the kitchen, his nose twitching at the smell of food. "Where’s my chicken?" he questions, eyeing the way Amaimon is holding you against him. “I’m hungry.”
Amaimon shoots his gaze towards Seti. “Get it yourself, we’re busy.” He claims, staring Seti in the eye as he runs his tongue along your throat.
The sensation of Amaimon's tongue against your skin sends a shiver down your spine. You squirm in his grasp, your face burning hot.
"Amaimon!" you hiss, embarrassed that he’s doing this in front of Seti.
Seti's ears flatten against his head, and his lips curl back to reveal sharp teeth. "Get your filthy hands off her, leech; she doesn’t want you to touch her," he growls, his form seeming to grow larger in his anger.
Amaimon simply smirks, his golden eyes sparkling with challenge. "Make me," he says coolly, tightening his grip around your waist.
It happens quickly; there’s a puff of smoke, and the fennec fox transforms into a man with tanned skin, sandy-brown hair, and fox ears that twitch irritably. His tail swishes behind him. But it’s not Seti's transformation that’s the issue. The real problem is you have a nude man in your living room. Seti’s nudity doesn’t bother you; it’s something you’ve grown accustomed to when he transforms. However, it’s a small detail Amaimon wasn’t aware of.
The air in the room shifts instantly, becoming cold and oppressive. Amaimon's grip on you tightens to an almost painful degree, his playful demeanor disappearing completely.
"Why is he naked?" Amaimon's voice is eerily calm, yet you can sense the tension emanating from him like heat from a furnace.
"Amaimon, calm down.” You say, trying to squirm out of Amaimon's iron grip. "Seti, go put some clothes on."
Seti crosses his arms, showing no concern for his nudity. "Why? It never bothered you before."
A low, rumbling growl emanates from Amaimon's chest, vibrating through your back. "Before?”
"Amaimon, please calm down," you quickly say, sensing the dangerous change in his mood. "It's not what you think. This is just how his transformation works."
Amaimon's grip on you doesn't loosen. "You've seen him like this before?" His voice is low, threateningly calm.
Seti rolls his eyes. "Of course she has.”
You feel Amaimon's grip tighten even more, his claws digging into your skin. "Amaimon, you're hurting me," you gasp, struggling to pry his hands away.
"How often has he been naked around you?" Amaimon's voice is low and dangerous.
"It's not like that," you try to explain, your heart racing. "He's my familiar, it's just—"
"Answer the question," Amaimon interrupts you, his tone allowing for no argument.
"Amaimon, please," you plead, genuinely scared now. "You know it’s not like that! Fucking hell, Seti, go put some clothes on.” You snap at the fox, who shrugs and heads into your bedroom to grab the clothes you keep for him.
The demon king stands silently for a moment before a thought hits him. "He's seen you," Amaimon says flatly. It's not a question.
“Amaimon.”
“He’s seen my mate.”
The possessive anger in Amaimon's voice makes your blood run cold. "Amaimon, listen to me," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite your fear. "Seti is my familiar. There's nothing between us."
"He's seen you," Amaimon repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper that somehow feels more threatening than if he'd shouted. "Naked."
You swallow hard, knowing you can’t lie. "He's my familiar. Sometimes he's had to help me when I was injured during training or—"
Amaimon spins you around suddenly, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that makes you gasp. His pupils have narrowed to slits, and you can see the tips of his fangs peeking out from beneath his upper lip.
"Mine," he growls, the word seeming to reverberate through the apartment. "You are mine."
"Yes, I am," you agree, placing your hands on his chest, trying to calm him.
Seti returns, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that's a bit baggy on him. His fox ears twitch with irritation. "Are you finished with your little tantrum, demon king?" he asks sarcastically.
Amaimon's head snaps towards Seti, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You've seen her naked," he snarls, his voice dripping with venom.
Seti rolls his eyes. "Oh, for fuck’s sake. I'm her familiar, not her lover. Get over yourself. If it makes you feel better, I have zero interest in her, or anyone else for that matter, romantically.”
Amaimon's grip on you doesn't loosen. His eyes continue to focus on Seti, burning with barely restrained fury. You can sense the demonic energy emanating from him in waves, causing the air around you to crackle with tension.
"Amaimon," you say softly, gently placing a hand on his cheek to turn his face toward you. "Look at me. Only me."
His eyes dart to yours, still burning with possessive fury. You maintain his gaze steadily, striving to communicate all your love and devotion through that single look.
"I'm yours," you whisper, leaning in close so your lips brush against his ear. "Only yours. Forever."
You feel a shudder run through his body as his grip on you loosens slightly. Seizing the moment, you press yourself closer to him, running your hands soothingly down his arms.
"No one else matters," you continue, your voice low and intimate. "Just you and me."
Gradually, you sense the tension begin to dissipate from Amaimon's body. His eyes lose some of their feral gleam, yet they stay intently focused on your face. “I don’t want anyone else to see you.”
“I understand-”
It seems like something in Seti snaps. "Get used to it, leech. I've been her familiar since before you even knew she existed. I'm not going anywhere.” He steps closer, gripping your arm and pulling you away from Amaimon. “I've protected her longer than you've known she existed, demon. Your claim means nothing to me. Because I am her familiar, we have a contract. That’s all it is; you need to get over yourself.”
"She's mine now. My mate. My wife. You have no right to her anymore."
“Shut up! Both of you. Seti is my familiar; there’s nothing more to it. End of story. I’m going to have lunch. If you two want to keep arguing, get out of my apartment.”
After a moment of glaring at each other, Amaimon follows you while Seti grabs his chicken, scoffing at the two of you before heading into the living room to eat.
Ten minutes later, everything has mostly calmed down. Amaimon sits as close as he can to you at the table, casting untrusting looks at Seti. Meanwhile, Seti ignores him completely, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.
"He looks at you differently when he's like that," he finally says, his voice flat and his eyes narrowed.
You groan at his words. “Don’t start. Seti isn’t even human.”
Amaimon responds by digging his claws into your hip. “Neither am I."
You flinch at the sharp pain from Amaimon's claws. "Amaimon, stop. You're hurting me."
His grip loosens a bit, but he doesn't let go. "I don't like the way he looks at you," he says, his voice low and menacing.
"He doesn't look at me in any way," you insist, trying to maintain your calm demeanor. "Seti is my familiar, nothing more."
Amaimon's eyes narrow. "He's too comfortable around you."
"Because we've known each other for years," you explain patiently. "He's like family to me."
"Family doesn't see each other naked," Amaimon growls.
Seti snorts from his spot on the couch. "For the last time, demon, I have no interest in her that way. She's a human, and I'm a fox. It would never work, even if I wanted it to."
Amaimon's grip tightens once more. "You've thought about it," he accuses.
"No, I haven't," Seti replies, rolling his eyes. "I'm explaining why it's ridiculous for you to feel jealous.”
“Can both of you shut up?” You sigh. “You two need to learn to coexist.”
Amaimon scowls at you. “I don’t like to share.”
“You’re not sharing. I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else, and Seti doesn’t want me that way."
Amaimon shakes his head. “He sleeps in your bed.”
“When he is in his fox form.”
Amaimon presses his point. “So, I have to share you at night.”
"You don't have to share me," you say, frustration seeping into your voice. "He just happens to be in the same room."
“In the same bed," Amaimon replies, his golden eyes narrowing. "I want him gone."
Seti lets out a bark of laughter from the couch. "Not happening, leech."
You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. "Look, Amaimon, Seti has been with me since I was a child. He's my familiar and protector. And Seti—" you turn to face the fox spirit, "—Amaimon is going to be my husband. He's not going anywhere either."
"Your 'husband' just drew blood," Seti remarks dryly, nodding toward your hip.
You look down and see small red dots appearing on your shirt where Amaimon's claws had dug in. Amaimon follows your gaze, his expression subtly changing.
"I hurt you," he states, his voice oddly flat despite the concern that flickers in his eyes.
"It's fine," you say quickly. "Just a few scratches."
Amaimon lifts your shirt slightly, examining the small puncture marks left by his claws. He gets off the chair and drops to his knees. "Amaimon, what are you—oh!” Your eyes widen as his warm tongue runs along your hip.
When he cleans up the blood, he doesn’t pull away; he just lays his head on your lap.
You feel your face flush as Amaimon continues to nuzzle against your lap, his breath warm on your skin. Your hand instinctively moves to stroke his hair, fingers gently threading through the green strands.
"Amaimon," you murmur softly, "are you okay?"
He doesn't respond right away; he simply presses his face closer to you. You can feel the tension still radiating from his body.
Amaimon's grip on your thighs tightens slightly. "I don't like sharing," he repeats, though his voice lacks the earlier venom.
Seti scoffs from the couch. "And I don't like seeing her with a demon, but here we are."
You give Seti a warning look before turning back to Amaimon. "You're not sharing me," you assure him, holding his face in your hands. "My heart belongs only to you. Seti is family, nothing more."
Amaimon nuzzles against your touch, his golden eyes locking with yours. "Promise?" he asks, his voice surprisingly vulnerable.
"I promise," you say softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You're the only one I want, Amaimon. Always."
He appears to relax a bit at your words, his grip on your thighs easing. You keep stroking his hair, sensing the tension gradually fade from his body.
Seti clears his throat loudly from the couch. "Let her go so she can eat. I don’t care about you, but _____ needs to eat.”
You sigh, giving Amaimon one last reassuring pat before gently nudging him. "He's right; we should eat."
Amaimon reluctantly gets up from his position, but not before placing a possessive kiss on your hip where he had accidentally scratched you. He takes his seat next to you once more, this time pulling his chair even closer so that your legs are touching.
"Amaimon," you say, trying to sound stern but unable to keep the affection out of your voice. I can't eat with you this close." He’s pressing against your dominant arm, so you can’t comfortably move it to eat.
He casually wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. "Now you can," he states bluntly, reaching around to grab a slice of pizza.
You don’t resist anymore. As you take a slice of pizza, you lean back against his chest, feeling relaxed. Glancing toward the living room, your eyes meet Seti's. He mouths something to you before turning his attention back to the TV.
He will eventually kill someone over you.
Chapter 23: Chapter 23
Summary:
Seti leaves Reader and Amaimon alone for the night so they take advantage of it lol
Smut - use of Amaimon's large tail
Amaimon is still a bit frustrated with his vessel
Chapter Text
“Of course he was acting like that! You were antagonizing him.” You huff, glaring at Seti, who is once again in his fox form, sitting on your bed. “Also, stay as a fox! You said you hate being in the humanoid form anyway. Stay a fox.” You toss a pillow at him, but he just jumps to the side.
Mephisto called Amaimon not long after you had lunch. He wasn’t happy about leaving. Seti had to change forms for him to leave. It was dramatic, but eventually, Mephisto promised him it wouldn’t take too long and that he’d be back by dinner.
“______. He is going to kill someone. You need to learn how to control him before that happens.”
“You’re making him sound like a pet.”
Seti's ears flattened against his head, his golden eyes narrowing. "He might as well be a pet, the way you coddle him. You can’t forget he's a demon, ______. A dangerous one."
Seti's golden eyes narrow as he paces irritably back and forth across the bed. "You're blinded by your feelings for him. I've seen demons like him before. They fixate on something—or someone—and it consumes them. It rarely ends well when they’re as obsessed with something as Amaimon is with you.”
You turn your head to look at the fennec fox spirit, noting the concern beneath his gruff exterior. "I appreciate that you're worried about me, Seti. But I can handle Amaimon. He's... different when we're alone."
“Yes, you’re right. He’s affectionate when you are alone. Alone being the keyword.” Seti stresses his words. “I’m not worried about you being alone with him, it’s him being around people who might say something or do something he doesn’t like that’s the problem. You better not let that happen again with a human instead of me.” Seti snaps at you.
“You egged him on…”
“_____. I am a fox. I don’t care about humans in that way. He knows that. He’s upset because sometimes I’m in your room while you change. That’s not normal. I am a fox.”
You roll your eyes. "A fox who talks and can turn into a humanoid form when it suits him."
"That's not the point." Seti jumps from the bed to your desk, knocking over a few pens in the process. "Amaimon is possessive to an unhealthy degree. Did you see how his eyes changed when I mentioned being in your room? Those weren't the eyes of someone who loves you—those were the eyes of someone who owns you."
"You're exaggerating." But even as you say it, you remember the cold gleam in Amaimon's golden eyes, the slight twitch of his fingers like he was restraining himself from reaching for Seti's throat.
"I'm not." Seti's voice softens slightly—as soft as his perpetually irritated tone can get. "Your grandfather entrusted me with protecting you. I can't do that if you refuse to see what's right in front of you."
“Seti, it’ll be fine.” You pat the fox’s head. “Look, I’ll talk to Amaimon tonight. Why don’t you go out and come back tomorrow morning? You have somewhere to stay right?”
He sighs but nods.
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Amaimon comes home not long after, Seti had left right after that conversation with you.
“Do you feel better?” You question Amaimon as he lays on top of you on the sofa. As you speak, you run your fingers along his back. You feel him nod in the crook of your neck. His jacket is tossed on the back of the sofa, vest, and arm warmers peeled off and tossed on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. His warm breath tickles your throat. His teeth graze lightly over your pulse point, not quite a bite but a gentle reminder of what he could do if he wanted.
Amaimon shifts, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you with those unreadable golden eyes. "The fox is gone." It's not a question.
"I told Seti to give us some space," you admit. "He'll be back tomorrow."
A faint smile curves Amaimon's lips as he leans down to brush them against yours. "Good."
You cup his face, holding him still before he can deepen the kiss. "We need to talk about what happened earlier."
His expression doesn't change, but you feel his body tense against yours, the slightest narrowing of his golden eyes the only indication of his displeasure.
Amaimon tilts his head, studying you with that unnervingly blank stare. "He said things he shouldn't have." His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "About being in your room."
"He's a fox demon, Amaimon. He doesn't see me that way. It’s no different than if I had a pet in my room when I change clothes." He would be so pissed if he heard me refer to him as a pet.
Amaimon seems to mull over your words a moment before responding. "I don't care what he sees." Amaimon's voice remains eerily calm, at odds with the intensity in his eyes. "He was trying to provoke me."
"And it worked," you point out. "That's what worries me."
Amaimon sits up suddenly, straddling your hips, his weight settling comfortably against you. His expression remains neutral.
"You think I can't control myself," he states flatly.
You reach up, tracing the contour of his jaw with your fingertips. "I know you can. But I also know you don't always choose to."
He captures your hand, bringing your wrist to his nose and inhaling deeply. The gesture is oddly intimate, almost animal in nature. "The fox thinks I'll hurt you."
"Will you?" The question slips out before you can stop it.
Amaimon's lips curl into the barest hint of a smile. "Not in ways you wouldn't enjoy."
Heat creeps up your neck at his words, but you force yourself to stay focused. "Amaimon, I'm serious. He’s not worried you’ll hurt me, he’s worried you’ll hurt humans. You can’t just threaten or hurt my friends.”
"Seti is not your friend," he counters, releasing your wrist to pluck at the hem of your shirt. "He's your familiar.”
"You know he’s more like a family member to me," you say firmly, catching Amaimon's wandering hand. "He's protective. Like you."
Amaimon's expression doesn't change, but something flickers in his golden eyes. "Not like me." His fingers intertwine with yours. "The fox wants to keep you safe. I want to keep you."
The bluntness of his words sends a chill down your spine, but it's not entirely unpleasant. There's something about Amaimon's honesty that you've always found refreshing, even when it borders on unsettling.
"You already have me," you remind him softly. “I belong to you…only you.”
Amaimon's eyes flash at your words, a momentary brightness like golden fire before settling back to their usual unreadable gleam. His thumb traces circles on your palm, his touch feather-light yet somehow commanding.
"Say it again," he murmurs, leaning down until his lips hover just above yours, his green spike of hair tickling your forehead.
"I belong to you," you repeat, feeling your heart quicken as his free hand slides beneath your shirt to rest against your bare skin. "But that doesn't mean you can threaten everyone who comes near me."
He makes a noncommittal sound, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle at first, almost tender—a side of Amaimon few would believe exists. Then his teeth catch your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, and the kiss deepens into something hungrier.
When he finally pulls away, you're both breathing harder. Amaimon's expression remains calm, but his eyes have darkened, pupils dilated against the gold.
“I love you, Amaimon.” You whisper, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
"I know," he says simply, allowing you to undo the first few buttons before he grows impatient and pulls the shirt over his head in one fluid motion.
In the soft dimness of your living room, his pale skin appears to radiate an ethereal glow. You glide your fingers over his chest, savoring the warm touch of his skin beneath your fingertips. He gazes intently at your hands, his focus sharpened for things that genuinely captivate him—a level of concentration typically reserved for formidable opponents or the delight of unearthing new and interesting things.
"Do you?" you ask, suddenly needing more than his typical detached acknowledgment.
Amaimon blinks slowly, tilting his head as he considers your question. His hand rises to gently cup your face, his thumb gliding across your cheekbone.
He lowers his head to your neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear that makes your breath catch. His hands slip under your shirt again, this time pulling it upward. "I love you, my queen.”
In a single, fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly from the sofa, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. His strength continues to amaze you—a casual grace with which he handles your weight, as though you were nothing more than a feather.
"What if I want to stay here?" you tease, nipping at the tip of his ear.
“It’ll be more comfortable in the bedroom.”
“What will be more comfortable?”
“Sex.”
His bluntness makes you laugh into his neck, your breath tickling his skin. "So romantic," you murmur.
"Romance isn’t necessary," Amaimon says, nudging the bedroom door open with his foot. "You already belong to me."
The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. With anyone else, such words might seem controlling, even frightening. But with Amaimon, there's an honesty to it that's oddly comforting. He doesn't play games or hide his intentions. What you see is what you get—even if what you get is a demon king with questionable social skills.
His hands glide up your sides, pulling your shirt along with them. You raise your arms to assist him in taking it off, and he carelessly tosses it aside. His eyes darken as they wander over your exposed skin.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, the word slipping from his lips with an almost clinical precision. Yet, his touch reveals his true feelings—reverent and almost worshipful, as his fingers gracefully trace patterns along your collarbone.
You reach up to run your hand through his hair, something you know he enjoys. "For someone who claims not to understand human emotions, you know how to make me feel loved.”
Amaimon catches your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth. His tongue darts out to taste your skin, his golden eyes never leaving yours. "I understand possession and desire more than love." His teeth graze your fingertips. "I understand that when something belongs to me, I protect it."
"Am I just a possession?" you whisper, though his comment doesn't bother you; you already know the answer is more complex.
He gently lowers you onto the bed, his body enveloping yours like a protective shield against the outside world. For a fleeting moment, he gazes down at you; his expression is inscrutable, save for the fierce intensity in his eyes.
"You are..." he starts, as if searching for the right words, which is unusual for someone so straightforward. "Different. Special." His brow slightly furrows. "When I'm not with you, I think about being with you. I don’t like being away from you. When I’m with you, I think about keeping you. It's... distracting."
Coming from Amaimon, it's practically a sonnet.
You smile up at him, feeling your heart swell at his awkward yet sincere attempt to express his feelings. "Distracting, huh?" Your fingers trace the line of his jaw. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No." He captures your hand and presses it against his chest, where you can feel his heartbeat—steady and strong. "It's... interesting."
You laugh softly. "Just interesting?"
His expression stays neutral, yet his eyes sparkle with a hint of amusement. "Very interesting," he amends, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.
"Amaimon," you breathe as his lips trail down your neck, "about earlier—"
"Later," he whispers against your skin. "We’ll talk later."
His hands move with efficiency, yet they are unhurried as they strip away the rest of your clothing. The way he removes each piece feels almost detached, but the hunger in his eyes is anything but removed. When you are finally bare beneath him, he sits back on his heels to study you, his head tilted slightly as if he is committing every inch to memory.
"You're staring," you say, feeling a twinge of insecurity as you cover yourself. With someone as perfect as Amaimon watching you, it’s difficult not to feel self-conscious.
He pulls your arms away. "I like looking at you," Amaimon states simply, his golden eyes tracing the curves of your body. "You're mine to look at."
You reach for him, pulling him down to you with ease. He allows you to roll him onto his back, watching with mild curiosity as you straddle him and begin to work on removing his remaining clothes. He seems content to let you set the pace, his hands resting gently on your thighs.
As you finally strip him as bare as you are, you take a moment to admire him—the lean muscles beneath his pale skin, the subtle inhuman features that serve as a reminder of his true nature. Whether demon or not, he is undeniably beautiful.
"Satisfied?" he asks, a subtle hint of amusement lacing his usually flat tone. He raises his hand to cup your face, finding amusement in your flustered expression while choosing to ignore the sensitivity of his vessel.
You lean into his touch, turning to press a kiss to his palm. "Very."
Amaimon's eyes trail the movement, his expression softening almost unnoticeably. In these intimate moments, you glimpse what resides beneath his aloof facade—something primal and intense that both excites and unnerves you.
You lean down, your lips meeting his in a kiss that begins gently but swiftly escalates into something far more passionate. Amaimon responds instantly, one hand weaving through your hair while the other holds your hip firmly, enough to remind you of his strength without leaving any marks.
When you pull away to catch your breath, he follows, unwilling to break contact. His teeth graze your lower lip, not quite biting but threatening to.
You smile against his lips. "Impatient," you tease, yet you comply, pressing your body flush against his. The contact elicits a sound from him—not quite a moan, but rather a satisfied hum—that reverberates through your chest.
You slide your hands up his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. Amaimon watches you, lazily blinking at you.
"I love you," you whisper again, wanting him to hear it, to grasp the depth of your feelings.
Amaimon responds by effortlessly flipping you onto your back, reversing your positions so swiftly that it leaves you breathless. He hovers above, his green hair cascading forward, his face mere inches from yours.
His mouth finds yours once more, more insistent this time, a kiss that is all-consuming. His hands glide down your body with practiced precision, knowing exactly where to touch to make you gasp and arch against him. There's something nearly predatory in how he maps your body, cataloging every reaction with that intense focus.
He pauses, then sits up to stare down at you. “Oh. I forgot.”
“Forgot what—” Your eyes widen as his horns and tail emerge; his large tail teasingly brushes against your thigh while he gazes down at you. “We wanted to explore this, didn’t we?” He shifts away from you, settling beside you, and his tail thumps softly against the bed. Gradually, you sit up as well. “So, what do you…” You trail off, uncertain of what you’re really asking.
Amaimon glances down at his tail and then looks at you. “I don’t know. How do you want to handle this?” As he speaks, his tail gently moves up your thigh, inching closer to your center. “Last time, I was eating you out. Do you want me to do that again? Or just test it out by itself?” he asks, the tail still moving until it’s barely touching your slit.
You shiver at the teasing touch, your breath hitching in your throat. "Let’s… let's try just this first," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Amaimon nods, his expression unwavering despite the heat in his golden eyes. His tail flicks experimentally against your sensitive flesh, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. The texture is unlike anything you've experienced—smooth yet slightly textured, warm, and surprisingly agile.
"Let me know if you don't like it," he says, his tail starting to move with intent, tracing slow circles that make your thighs tremble.
Nodding, you gaze at his face as he observes the movements of his tail. Your hips jolt when the tip gently brushes against your clit. His eyes shoot up to you, and he grips your jaw, forcing you to look. “Look how wet you already are.” His tail raises slightly as he reveals your slick on his tail.
Your breathing hitches as you see your arousal glistening on his tail. Amaimon's expression stays neutral, yet his eyes blaze with an intensity that makes your heart race.
"Do you like this?" he asks, his voice betraying no emotion even as his tail returns to its teasing movements. The tip circles your entrance, gathering more of your wetness before sliding up to your clit again.
"Yes," you admit, shyly looking away. "It feels... different. Good different."
A ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Humans are so interesting." His tail presses more firmly against you, drawing a moan from your throat. "The sounds you make..." He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I want more of them."
The tip of his tail finally slips inside, just barely, and you gasp at the sensation. It's strange but not unpleasant—different from his fingers or anything else you've experienced with him.
Amaimon gazes at your face with intense focus, noting every expression and gasp. His hand slides up your side to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in time with the movements of his tail. “More?” He asks.
"Yes," you breathe, letting your head fall back as his tail pushes deeper inside you. The feeling is unusual yet intensely pleasurable—the smooth, flexible appendage moves in ways no human part can.
Amaimon's expression stays calm as he watches you writhe beneath him, but his eyes reveal his arousal—pupils dilated until only a thin ring of gold remains. His tail curls inside you, discovering spots that make you cry out.
"______," he murmurs, his free hand tracing gentle patterns across your stomach. "Your body accepts any part of me so effortlessly."
You might have blushed at his blunt observation if you weren't already flushed with desire. His tail moves with growing confidence, exploring you from the inside while his thumb continues its tantalizing circles around your nipple.
"Amaimon," you whisper, reaching out to him. He lets you draw him down for a kiss, his mouth surprisingly gentle against yours, even as his tail moves with increasing urgency.
"Does it feel good for you too?" you ask breathlessly, feeling his tail curl against a particularly sensitive spot.
Amaimon tilts his head, pondering the question with his usual detachment. "Yes, but it's different. This way, I can feel you more completely." His tail retracts slightly before plunging deeper, prompting you to arch your back.
"Amaimon," you gasp, gripping his shoulders as his tail moves within you. Its ability to curl and flex allows it to reach depths inside you that ignite stars behind your eyes.
His free hand roams your body, trailing fire across your skin, while his other hand cradles your face, keeping your eyes locked with his.
"I can feel how hot you are," Amaimon continues, his voice steady while his tail works magic inside you. "How wet. How you tighten when I touch certain places."
Your hands grip his shoulders, nails pressing into his pale skin as his tail finds that perfect spot inside you. Amaimon doesn't flinch at the pressure of your nails; if anything, his eyes spark with interest.
"Right there," you gasp, hips rising to meet the movements of his tail.
"Here?" His tail presses firmly against that spot, making your vision blur at the edges. "I can feel your heart beating faster through my tail."
You can only nod, your words slipping away as pleasure intensifies with each intentional movement. Amaimon studies your face with an intense focus, meticulously cataloging every reaction, every gasp, and moan. His free hand glides down your body to where his tail disappears inside, his thumb finding your clit with faultless precision.
"Amaimon," you cry out, the dual sensation overwhelming. "I'm close—"
"I know," he says flatly, applying more pressure with his tail and thumb.
The pressure builds within you, a taut tension that threatens to snap with every skillful movement of Amaimon's tail. "Let go," he commands softly, his tail curling at just the right angle while his thumb circles your clit. "I want to see you come apart."
His words push you to the brink. Your back arches as waves of pleasure wash over you, a cry ripping from your throat. Amaimon observes, intrigued, as you quiver beneath him, his tail continuing its motions to prolong your orgasm until it's almost too much to bear.
When you finally collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving, he slowly withdraws his tail, the sensation making you whimper with oversensitivity. He examines the glistening appendage with mild curiosity before his eyes return to your flushed face.
"Beautiful," he remarks, gently brushing some hair away from your sweaty forehead.
You reach for him, pulling him down into a deep kiss. His arousal presses hard against your thigh, reminding you that while you've found release, he hasn't. His tail, still damp from being inside you, wraps around your ankle in a possessive gesture as he deepens the kiss.
"Your turn," you murmur against his lips, still breathless from your own release. Your hand slides down his chest, tracing the lean muscles before wrapping around his length.
Amaimon doesn't react beyond a slight quickening of breath, his golden eyes watching your movements with that same intense focus. "You don't have to," he says, though he makes no move to stop you.
You ignore his comment and sit up slightly, causing his tail to uncurl from your ankle and lazily curl beside him as you gently push him onto his back.
You straddle his thighs, leaning down to place kisses along his chest. Amaimon’s hands rest on your hips, neither guiding nor restraining.
“What do you want?” You ask, thumb circling the sensitive tip of his arousal.
Amaimon pauses, his expression thoughtful even as desire clouds his eyes. "I want to be inside you," he states plainly. "I want to feel you around me."
His directness still takes you by surprise sometimes, even after all this time. There's no pretense with him, no games—just raw honesty that's both refreshing and occasionally jarring.
You smile down at him, adjusting your position until you're hovering over him. His hands tighten slightly on your hips as you guide him to your entrance, still sensitive from your previous release. You slowly lower yourself onto him, letting out a soft gasp as he fills you completely.
Amaimon's eyes flutter briefly before locking onto your face once more, intently observing every subtle shift in your expression. His tail coils restlessly beside him, occasionally brushing against your thigh in a way that sends shivers down your spine.
"You're mine," he states, his voice low and even despite the heat of the moment. His hands slide up your sides, one stopping to cup your breast while the other continues to your neck, fingers wrapping gently around your throat—not squeezing, just resting there in a possessive hold.
You raise your hips a bit before sinking back down, establishing a slow rhythm that makes both of you breathe harder. Amaimon's hand remains at your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point as if fascinated by the racing beat of your heart.
"Yes," you agree, voice breathy as you roll your hips. "Yours."
Something flashes in his golden eyes—satisfaction, maybe, or something deeper. His tail curls around your thigh, creating an additional point of contact between you as you move together. The hand at your breast teases your nipple, drawing another gasp from your lips.
"And I'm yours," Amaimon says, the words so unexpected that your rhythm falters. His expression stays neutral, yet there's a vulnerability in his eyes.
You lean down to kiss him, your movements becoming more urgent. His tail wraps tightly around your thigh as his hips lift to meet yours, driving him deeper inside you. The hand at your throat glides upward to cradle your face, his touch surprisingly gentle for a being of such destructive power.
"Mine," you whisper against his lips, a surge of possessiveness flooding through you that mirrors his own. "Does it feel good?" you ask, adjusting your angle slightly and observing his reaction.
"Yes," he says simply, his eyes never leaving yours. "Your body was made for mine."
Coming from anyone else, those words might sound like a cheap line, but from Amaimon, it's a statement of fact—his unwavering certainty that you belong together, that this connection between you is something inevitable and right.
You brace your hands against his chest, sensing his heartbeat beneath your palm—steady yet quicker than usual. You notice the cracks in his calm facade: the faint flush on his pale cheeks, the tension in his jaw, and the way his golden eyes seem to glow in the dimness of the bedroom.
"I love you," you breathe, the words spilling out as pleasure rises within you once more. "Amaimon, I love you."
His rhythm falters for a brief moment, something flashing across his face too quickly to identify. His hand slides from your throat to the back of your neck, pulling you down until your foreheads touch. "Say it again," he demands.
"I love you," you repeat, your voice trembling as he thrusts upward, finding that perfect spot inside you. "I love you, Amaimon."
His lips crash against yours, swallowing your words; his kiss is suddenly desperate in a way that contradicts his usual detachment. His tail unwraps from your thigh, sliding between your bodies to brush against your oversensitive clit, making you cry out against his mouth.
In one smooth motion, he flips your positions, pinning you beneath him while maintaining the connection between your bodies. His hips drive forward with new urgency, his golden eyes locked on yours with an intensity that steals your breath.
Amaimon freezes, his eyes wide. “This damn vessel," he growls, gripping you tightly. His head drops to your shoulder. “Amaimon, it’s okay, you can—"
“It’s not okay,” he hisses.
“It is.” You tilt your head slightly to the side and bite into his shoulder. He clearly wasn’t expecting it or the pleasure it brought. His hands tighten on your hips as he releases inside you. Slowly, he pulls away, glaring at his body. “Amaimon, it’s okay—" Your eyes widen as something slips in you. His tail, again. “It’s not okay.” He argues, curling his tail. You were so close, and his vessel couldn’t contain it long enough for you to release first. Frustration fills him as he stares down at you, his tail still coiling inside you.
You gasp as his tail moves purposefully, more confident now than before. Amaimon watches your face with intense focus, determined to bring you to completion despite his own release.
"I wasn't finished with you," he states matter-of-factly, his tail finding that perfect spot inside you while his thumb returns to circle your clit. "This body has limitations that I don't like."
You can't help but smile through your pleasure, touched by his determination to satisfy you. "It's really okay—"
"No," he cuts you off, his golden eyes flashing. "You're mine to please. Mine to take care of."
His words, combined with the skillful movements of his tail, push you closer to the edge. Amaimon leans down, his lips grazing your ear.
"Come for me," he whispers, his tone more urgent. "Show me that you're mine."
The command in his voice, the possessiveness, and the relentless pressure of his tail inside you—all of it becomes overwhelming. You cry out his name as pleasure crashes through you for the second time, your body arching off the bed. Amaimon watches with rapt attention, his golden eyes drinking in every tremor of your body as you come undone beneath him. His tail continues its movements, gentler now, easing you through the aftershocks until you collapse against the sheets, utterly spent.
Only then does he withdraw his tail, the sensation making you shiver from overstimulation. He stretches out next to you, propping himself up on one elbow to examine your flushed face and quickening breath.
"That’s better," he says, seemingly pleased with his performance despite his earlier frustration.
You laugh breathlessly as you turn to face him. "You didn't have to do that. I was already..." You trail off, searching for the right words.
"Satisfied?" Amaimon supplies, head tilting slightly. "You’re wrong, it wasn’t enough." His hand traces idle patterns on your stomach, his touch feather-light yet somehow possessive.
"You know it's normal, right? For humans—and I assume demon vessels—to sometimes finish before their partner?"
Amaimon's brow furrows slightly. "I don't like it."
"Well, I enjoyed it anyway," you assure him, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. "Very much."
He captures your hand, bringing your wrist to his nose and inhaling deeply. "You smell like me now.” His tail wraps loosely around your ankle in what you've come to recognize as a possessive gesture.
“Honestly, it would be strange if I didn’t smell like you right now,” you say, letting out a sigh as exhaustion begins to settle in. Amaimon watches you quietly, observing your struggle to keep your eyes open. “Go to sleep, my queen.” You glance at him; he doesn’t seem the least bit tired. “What are you going to do?”
“Watch you.”
You let out a soft laugh. “Why not watch TV or read instead? That would be much more interesting.”
“I like watching you.”
"Are you planning to sit here and watch me for the next eight hours or so?”
“Yes.”
“You’re so strange," you tease, grasping his shoulders and pulling him closer as you press your lips against his. “So perfect. I love you.” Amaimon hums softly into the kiss before gently nibbling on your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth. He nearly melts at your taste and quickly pulls away, knowing that otherwise, you might not get much sleep. “Go to sleep.”
Chapter 24: chapter 24
Summary:
Did you know in Japan spouses have to share the same surname? It's the only nation where couples must use the same surname. I thought about giving Amaimon your name, but I didn't want to do Ambrosius ______. So, congrats, Mrs Ambrosius Faust.
No smut, but it's getting close to it at the end.
Chapter Text
You can feel the confusion radiating from Amaimon in waves, intertwining with your mother's disappointment and your father's humor. "Is that all?” Amaimon asks the staff member as he signs “Ambrosius Faust”on the document laid before him. The woman responds with a kind smile, "Yes, you are officially married.” Amaimon turns to you, a questioning look in his eyes. This isn’t what he had expected. Aren’t weddings supposed to involve a ceremony? Shouldn’t you be wearing special attire for such an occasion? Why was it just a single document that made you married? Amaimon glances at your jeans and t-shirt, then at the casual clothes he’s wearing, which you had given him to put on. These are not human wedding garments.
Amaimon sits next to you at a nice restaurant, his eyes darting between the ring on his finger, the rings on yours, and your face. Across the table, your mother is pouting while your father appears amused.
“You didn’t even want them to get married, but now you’re pouting because there wasn’t a ceremony?” Your father pats your mother’s back.
“Are we really married?” Amaimon frowns. “I thought humans need a ceremony when they get married.” He picks up the documents they had given you when you were married, flipping through them to check that you really are married.
You slide closer to Amaimon and point out on the document that it confirms the two of you are now married. “Yes. See? In Japan, you have to have the same surname as your spouse.” Amaimon picks up the document with your name change and the official document that ______ Faust is married to Ambrosius Faust. “You don’t have to have a ceremony to marry someone.”
“Oh.” He had been hoping to make it clear to everyone that you belong to him. Isn’t that what a wedding ceremony is for? He could show all your friends and coworkers that you belong to him.
Seeing a slight look of disappointment on his face, you wrap your arms around his waist and turn in the seat for a more comfortable grip on the king. “We can hold a ceremony later if you’d like—maybe once you make me your mate?” you suggest, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. However, he turns his head to seek your lips instead.
Amaimon deepens the kiss, his hand instinctively finding its way to the back of your neck, holding you firmly against his lips. As he pulls away, his golden eyes lock onto yours.
"A mate ceremony?" He tilts his head, considering the idea. "That would be different. Demons don't typically make a show of claiming their mates." His fingers tap lightly against the table, the sound of his claws clicking in a steady rhythm. "But I do like the thought of everyone witnessing your belonging to me."
Your mother clears her throat with intent. "Could we perhaps talk about demon mating rituals after dinner?" She picks up her menu, feigning interest, yet the worry etched on her face is unmistakable.
"I don't mind," Amaimon says flatly. "It involves blood and—"
"So!" your father interjects cheerfully, "How about we order some champagne to celebrate? It’s not every day that my daughter gets married. Even though there wasn’t a ceremony, you’re still married."
Amaimon's attention shifts to his own menu. “-and sex.”
The table falls silent. Your father's glass hovers midway to his lips, frozen in shock. Your mother's face pales, her fingers gripping the menu tightly. "That's—that's quite enough of that discussion," she stutters, urgently flagging down a passing waiter. "Please, bring us a bottle of champagne.”
You pull Amaimon closer to you. “Never mention sex in front of my parents again. Please.” You whisper to him.
“It’s natural,” Amaimon says, his fingers finding yours beneath the table and intertwining with them as he leans closer. "I've already claimed you as mine," he whispers against your ear, his breath cool on your skin. "But making you my mate would be... permanent."
The waiter arrives, his cheerful demeanor sharply contrasting with the tension at the table. "Congratulations to the newlyweds! Would you like to hear about our specials?"
As your parents place their order, Amaimon gently traces patterns on the palm of your hand with his fingers. He then turns your hand over to gaze at the rings adorning your left ring finger.
The band glimmers in the restaurant's dim lighting, a stark contrast against your skin. His gaze lingers there, something possessive and pleased in his expression.
"Why two rings?" he asks suddenly, poking at your engagement ring with his claw.
You smile, explaining, "The first one was when you proposed to me—the engagement ring. The second is the wedding band, which we exchanged today."
Amaimon nods slowly, processing this information. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against your knuckles, his golden eyes never leaving yours. "I like seeing my claim on you," he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.
The waiter returns with champagne, effortlessly popping the cork. As he pours the sparkling liquid into flutes, your father raises his glass.
"To my daughter and her... unique choice in husband," he says with a wry smile.
Your mother reluctantly raises her glass, “To eventually having a ceremony.” Her eyes narrow at you.
You roll your eyes but lift your glass nonetheless, with Amaimon mirroring your movement. “If Amaimon wants a ceremony, I promise we’ll make it happen eventually. It’s not like we can afford a proper wedding right now.” You’re uncertain about what kind of wedding you’d have—a traditional Japanese style? A Western one? Or perhaps a blend of both? “A good wedding requires sufficient funds and time for preparation, doesn’t it?" You bring the glass to your lips, wincing slightly as it slides down. It’s not as sweet as you had been expecting.
———————-
“How was the wedding? Thanks for inviting me, by the way,” Seti grumbles as soon as you walk into the apartment.
“Really? We just signed the marriage documents and went out for dinner afterward. You’re being a bit dramatic,” you reply, kicking off your shoes while addressing the bitter fox.
Seti, in his fennec fox form, huffs and jumps up onto the back of the couch, his large ears twitching in irritation.
Amaimon follows you inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His golden eyes fix on the fox demon with mild disinterest. "You wouldn't have been allowed in the government office anyway," he states flatly, removing his shoes and placing them neatly beside yours.
"I could have been in human form," Seti snaps, his tail flicking angrily.
You let out a sigh and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Look, it wasn't a ceremony. We just signed some papers. My mother is already upset enough about missing out on what she calls a 'real wedding.’"
Amaimon suddenly appears behind you, his arms slipping around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching as you fill the glass. "Your mother seemed distressed when I mentioned the mating ritual."
Seti sprang from the couch, his tail bristling as he padded across the floor. "You mentioned the mating ritual? You can't just discuss demon mating rituals with humans at dinner! Especially not in front of her parents!"
You groan and take a long sip of water, delaying your response. Amaimon's grip on your waist tightens slightly, his thumb gently tracing small circles on your hip.
"It's a natural part of demon mating," Amaimon says with a shrug. "The blood binding is more important anyway."
"Blood binding?" you ask, turning in his arms to face him.
Amaimon nods. "We share blood. It binds our life forces together." He tilts his head, studying your reaction. "It means you'll live as long as I do."
Your eyes widen. "Wait, you mean I'd become immortal?"
"Not immortal," Seti interjects, his tone sharp. "And it's not a matter to be treated lightly."
Amaimon's fingers glide up your spine, sending a shiver coursing through you. "You could live for centuries, perhaps even millennia." His golden eyes shimmer in the soft kitchen light. "Is that not appealing?"
You set your glass down, mind racing with the implications. "That's... a lot to process."
"It's dangerous," Seti hisses, fur standing on end. "Once bound, you can't undo it. And if he dies, you'll die too."
Amaimon's expression remains unchanged, but his fingers halt their motion on your back. "That works both ways. If you die, I would follow," he states matter-of-factly, as though discussing the weather rather than his own mortality.
"You'd... die for me?" The concept seems impossible—a demon king willingly binding his existence to yours.
"With you," he corrects, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. "There's a difference."
The weight of his words settles between you. You search his golden eyes for any hint of hesitation, but there is none to be found. Just that steady, unwavering gaze that has always seemed to look right through you.
"Would you want that?" you ask softly. "To be bound to me forever?"
Amaimon's hand glides up to your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your lower lip. "I’ve already claimed you as mine; this will just make it permanent." His voice is straightforward, yet an intense undercurrent propels your heart to race.
"This is exactly what I was worried about," Seti mutters, jumping onto the counter to be at eye level. "Demons don't make these decisions lightly. If he's offering this, it means—"
"It means I want her forever," Amaimon interrupts, his tone allowing no room for argument. "Humans are temporary. I don't want that."
You lean back against the counter. "How does it work? The blood binding?"
Seti growls from the floor, his small form vibrating with frustration. "I don’t understand why you’re so calm with this. Do you have any idea what that means for your humanity?"
"It means I'd be with Amaimon," you reply, not breaking eye contact with your husband. The word still feels strange in your mind—husband.
Amaimon's lips curl slightly at the corners, revealing the faintest hint of a smile. "My queen," he murmurs, and the words send a delightful shiver down your spine. His grip around your waist tightens as he nuzzles his nose against your neck. "We're married now," he says, his tone subtly infused with satisfaction.
Seti groans. "I'm going to stay with your parents for a while."
"I have to work tomorrow," you remind Amaimon as his fingers trace circles on your hip.
"Mmm." He doesn't seem concerned, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light of the kitchen. "I'll come with you."
“It’s not fieldwork tomorrow; I’ll just be doing some paperwork,” you warn him. “I don’t care. I want to stay with you.”
You smile at his determination; many of your coworkers are aware of Ambrosius Faust after the mission with the Kormos demon. "You'll be bored watching me fill out reports and file paperwork."
"I won't be bored," Amaimon counters. "I like watching you."
"That's creepy," Seti mutters, jumping down from the counter and padding toward the door. "I’m leaving. Use protection.”
"Good night, Seti," you call after him, unable to keep the amusement from your voice.
The door slams shut behind the fox demon, leaving you alone with Amaimon. A comfortable silence stretches between you, yet it is charged with a new tension. You are now married—officially bound in the human world.
"Are you tired?" Amaimon asks, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. His touch is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth growing in your chest.
"Not really," you admit. "Are you?"
Amaimon shakes his head. "I just want to spend time with my wife."
The word sends a delightful shiver through you. Wife. You are his wife now, and he is your husband. This new reality you've created together is still sinking in.
"What would you like to do, then?" you ask, although you have a pretty good idea of what he has in mind from the way his fingers trace patterns on your skin.
Rather than respond verbally, Amaimon leans closer and gently presses his lips against yours. The kiss begins softly, almost tenderly—a rare glimpse of a side of him that few ever witness. As it deepens, his hands glide up your back, drawing you tightly against him.
His hands find your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. He positions himself between your legs, pulling you to the edge so your bodies align perfectly. His kiss is possessive and demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with a deliberate thoroughness that leaves you breathless.
When he finally pulls back, his golden eyes have darkened with desire. "My wife," he murmurs, tracing a claw gently down your cheek.
The word sends a thrill through you. "Your wife," you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And you're my husband. I can’t believe it. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d end up marrying the demon king I invited over to play video games to avoid a fight.” You sigh, pressing your lips against his once more. Amaimon hums softly into the kiss before pulling away. “I knew the night I met you that I would make you my mate.”
Something flashes in Amaimon's eyes—something possessive and pleased. He opens his mouth to say more, but his phone cuts him off.
Amaimon frowns, clearly annoyed at the interruption. He pulls the device from his pocket and glances at the screen.
"Brother," he says in a flat tone, displaying Mephisto's name on his screen. For a fleeting moment, you wonder if he might choose to ignore it, but after a sigh, he answers, "What?"
You can hear Mephisto's cheerful voice emanating from the speaker, though his words are too muffled to discern. Amaimon maintains a neutral expression, yet his free hand rests possessively on your thigh.
"Yes, we did," Amaimon replies to Mephisto's inquiry. "No ceremony, just paperwork." He pauses for a moment, listening intently. "Tomorrow? Why?" After another brief pause, he adds, "Fine." He then places the phone on speaker, removing it from his ear.
“Miss _____—oh, wait, it’s Mrs. Ambrosius Faust now, right?” Mephisto teased with a playful tone. “I must admit, I’m disappointed I wasn’t invited.” Mephisto pouts over the phone.
"There was no ceremony to invite you to, just signing the documents," you explain, unable to keep the amusement from your voice.
" I've heard! What a shame," Mephisto's voice booms through the speaker, always so theatrical. "My little brother is getting married without a ceremony! No cake! No dancing! It’s simply dreadful. I insist on throwing you both a proper celebration—tomorrow evening at my mansion. I won't take no for an answer!"
Amaimon's golden eyes meet yours, silently questioning if you want to.
"We really don't need—" you begin, but Mephisto cuts you off.
"Nonsense! My little brother is married, and that calls for a celebration!" His voice practically sings with mischief. "Besides, I've already begun preparations. Be ready by seven o'clock—don’t be late!"
You roll your eyes. “Mephisto, no. My family, aside from my parents, doesn’t even know I’m married yet.”
“What better time to tell them than tomorrow?”
"Mephisto, you can't just invite my family to a reception without consulting me first," you protest, raking a hand through your hair.
"Oh, but I already have! I took the liberty of contacting them this afternoon. Your mother was quite enthusiastic—she mentioned something about making up for the lack of a proper ceremony." There's no mistaking the smug satisfaction in his voice.
Amaimon's fingers tighten slightly on your thigh. "Brother," he says flatly, "we didn't ask for this."
"Consider it my wedding gift," Mephisto replies cheerfully. "Besides, don't you want to show off your lovely bride to everyone? Make it official in the eyes of both our worlds?"
You share a glance with Amaimon. There's an evaluating glimmer in his golden eyes now, a consideration that wasn't present before. “Not tomorrow,” Amaimon says firmly.
“What about next week? As ______’s employer, I’m granting her the next two weeks off. I encourage you to enjoy a holiday together as husband and wife. When you return in a week, we can have a ceremony. It might also be a good idea to visit a bridal shop!"
You roll your eyes; it seems the actual date for the event is a week from now. “It takes more than a week to get a wedding gown or traditional wedding attire,” you point out.
"As a gift to you, I’ll put you in touch with someone who can complete it within three days.”
You sigh, resigned to the fact that Mephisto will have his way regardless of your protests. "Fine. One week. But nothing too extravagant, please."
"Extravagant? Me? I would never!" Mephisto chuckles, his voice dripping with mischief. "Now, regarding that honeymoon—where would you like to go? Perhaps a villa in Italy or a chateau in France?"
Amaimon's expression is unreadable, yet his thumb glides in slow circles on your thigh. "We'll decide later," he says in a flat tone.
"Very well. I'll send you the details about the dressmaker tomorrow. Enjoy your wedding night! By the way, I’m curious—will I be welcoming any nieces or nephews soon?"
"Mephisto!" you exclaim, your face flushing. "That's none of your business!"
Amaimon tilts his head, appearing unfazed by the question. "She said I have to wait a year."
"Amaimon!" you hiss, covering your face with your hands.
Mephisto's laughter resonates through the phone. "Oh my! A whole year? How wonderfully human of you, dear sister-in-law. I must say, offspring of demons and humans are quite intriguing. I would be more than happy to share my expertise when the time comes."
"Goodbye, Mephisto," you say with conviction, reaching out to end the call before he has a chance to prolong this embarrassing conversation.
"Your brother is impossible."
"Yes," Amaimon replies, his hands resting on your waist once more. "But he is correct about one thing."
"What's that?" you ask, looking up at him.
"I want everyone to know that you are mine." His golden eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. "A ceremony would make that clear."
You can't help the smile that spreads across your lips. "So, you're okay with Mephisto planning a ceremony?" you ask, threading your fingers through his hair.
Amaimon nods once, decisively. "If it means everyone will know you belong to me." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "Human ceremonies are strange, but I'll do it."
You laugh softly. "I think my mother would appreciate it. Honestly, I wouldn't mind having some photos to remember the day by. It’ll be less of a headache if Mephisto handles the planning too. I’ll let him decide between a traditional Japanese ceremony or a Western one. I don’t even think half of my family realizes I’m in a relationship.” You sigh. “I’m going to have to make a lot of calls. It’s going to be a shock; one of my cousins got engaged last year, and they're still planning their wedding for next summer."
Amaimon frowns slightly. "Humans take too long with everything." His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your lips are inches from his. "Why wait when you know what you want?"
The intensity of his gaze makes your heart stutter. "Good point," you murmur before closing the distance between you.
His kiss is possessive, almost hungry, as his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer. When he finally breaks away, his eyes have deepened to a molten gold. "We should go to bed," he says, his voice low. “Don’t we need to consummate our marriage?”
You feel the heat rise to your face at his bluntness. "That's... yes, that's traditionally what occurs on a wedding night."
Without a word, Amaimon sweeps you into his arms, effortlessly carrying you toward the bedroom. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, and a laugh escapes you at his eager enthusiasm.
"What's funny?" he asks, kicking the bedroom door closed behind him. “I don’t like being laughed at.”
“I can’t help it; it’s cute how eager you are.”
Amaimon gives you an unimpressed look when you call him cute, but then he frowns, gently placing you on the bed and glancing down at his body. “This vessel needs to last longer tonight," he pouts, recalling that it’s still not up to the standard he desires.
Propped up on your elbows, you watch him with a blend of amusement and desire. "You're always so worried about your vessel's stamina," you tease, reaching for him. "I've never had any complaints."
Amaimon lets you pull him down onto the bed beside you, his golden eyes never leaving yours. "I want to please my wife properly," he says, the word 'wife' carrying a weight that sends shivers down your spine. "Especially tonight."
You shift to straddle his lap, your hands framing his face. "You always please me," you murmur, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his lips. "And besides, you have your tail, right?”
Amaimon raises a brow. “You really enjoy my tail. Which do you prefer? My tail or penis.”
You laugh at his unexpected question, your hands resting against his chest. "Amaimon! You can't just ask me that!"
His expression remains serious, his golden eyes watching you with genuine curiosity. "Why not? I want to know which one pleases you more."
"That's not—" you begin, attempting to steady yourself as you shake your head. "That's not a fair comparison," you chuckle, leaning down to kiss him once more. "I like both for different reasons."
Amaimon tilts his head, pondering this. "So, you enjoy both for different reasons," he states, nodding once as if to confirm something to himself. "Good. Then I'll use both tonight… and look, you're blushing again.”
“Shut up! So are you.”
“Am I?” He raises his hands to his warm cheeks and shakes his head. “It’s too sensitive.”
"You're cute when you're flustered," you whisper softly, planting gentle kisses down his jaw to his neck.
"I'm not cute," he protests, yet his hands move to your hips, gripping you tightly. "I'm a demon king."
You smile against his skin, teasing, "A demon king who blushes at my compliments."
Amaimon suddenly flips you, pinning you beneath him. His golden eyes glow faintly in the dim bedroom, and his green hair falls around his face as he hovers over you. "A demon king who's going to make his wife scream his name tonight," he counters, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr.
Chapter 25: Chapter 25
Summary:
First night as husband and wife so a lot of smut
Chapter Text
“Are you okay?” you ask Amaimon, whose gaze is locked onto yours as he hovers above you, his hands resting beside your shoulders. A look of contemplation passes over his face. “I never imagined I’d get married or find a mate,” he confesses, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb as he leans in closer. “Especially not a human.” You can feel his breath warm against your skin as he presses his forehead against yours, an intimate gesture that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. “That night when we first met, I asked Big Brother if I could have you.” He takes a long, deep breath, the scent of you filling his lungs. “You smell so good,” he sighs. “I knew I wanted to keep you forever. I just didn’t realize that it would be as my mate.” He lips brush against your cheek. “You’re blushing.” He kisses your other cheek, the tip of your nose, and then your mouth. “What did you think of me when we first met?” He whispers against your lips.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “I was... concerned. You seemed like you were looking for a fight, and I worried you might hurt me or someone else. I surprised myself by inviting you over to my apartment. Although, I think Seti was even more surprised.”
“He was angry.” Amaimon smirks.
“He was. However, I wasn’t particularly worried. I felt tired, my shoulder hurt, and you were an intriguing guest. I wasn’t too pleased when I was abruptly woken up the next day by you and Mephisto, who had orders for me to take you around Tokyo, though. I hated waking up early on my day off.” As you speak, Amaimon’s lips graze against your jaw before dipping lower. “Tell me more about how you felt.” He whispers, sharp fangs grazing your throat as he continues placing small kisses and gently nips until he reaches your breast.
“You’re not wearing a bra.” He bluntly points out before lowering his head on your left breast, gently sucking on you through your shirt. “I took it off when I changed into the t-shirt.” You groan as he pulls back; he stares at the wet spot appreciatively. “You should wear white without a bra more often.” He comments, licking the hardening bud.
Your breath catches in your throat as heat pools in your stomach. Amaimon's golden eyes flicker up to meet yours, his mouth still working against your breast. The sensation sends electricity coursing through your body, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
"You're not answering my question," he mumbles against your skin, his free hand sliding under your shorts. "Tell me how you felt."
"I thought you were dangerous," you admit, your voice trembling slightly as his fingers trace patterns on your skin. "But also... fascinating. I couldn't look away from you."
Amaimon hums in satisfaction, the vibration against your sensitive skin drawing out a soft moan from your lips. He pulls back, watching your reaction with keen interest.
"Fascinating," he repeats, testing the word on his tongue. "Is that why you kept letting me visit? Even when the fox complained?"
You laugh breathlessly. "Seti was furious. He said you were fixating on me like demons do with things that catch their interest. He said you were too interested."
"He wasn't wrong." Amaimon's tone is nonchalant.
His fingers dip lower, teasing at the edge of your underwear. "I wanted to keep you from the start," he says, his voice low. "I wanted to own you, but I didn’t understand why I desired you as much as I did."
You arch your back slightly as his touch slips under your underwear, running his fingers along your slit. "When did you realize?"
Amaimon pauses, tilting his head to one side as he considers the question. “I don’t know exactly when,” he admits before lowering his mouth to your other breast.
His tongue swirls around your nipple through the fabric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you struggle to maintain coherent thought. “Maybe when you got hurt on the mission Big Brother gave you. When I saw you, I didn’t want to lose you. It was... uncomfortable."
The confession lingers in the air, marking a rare moment of emotional vulnerability for Amaimon. For a demon king who seldom acknowledges feelings beyond pleasure and annoyance, this is a significant revelation.
"Uncomfortable?" you tease gently, running your fingers through his green hair and caressing the distinctive spike.
His golden eyes narrow slightly. "Very uncomfortable." His fingers continue their exploration, causing you to gasp when they discover a particularly sensitive spot. "I don't like being uncomfortable."
With sudden decisiveness, Amaimon sits up, straddling your hips. His golden eyes flash with determination as he grips the hem of your t-shirt. "I want to see all of you," he declares, effortlessly pulling the shirt up and over your head in one fluid motion.
The cool air hits your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise across your chest. Amaimon's gaze roams hungrily over your bare torso, his expression one of intense focus.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of your breasts. His touch is feather-light, almost reverent, as he explores your body.
Before you can respond, his hands move to your shorts, hooking his fingers into the waistband along with your underwear. "These too," he says, tugging them down your legs. You lift your hips to assist him, and soon you find yourself completely bare beneath him. “Your face is even redder," you tease.
He nods in agreement. “Yes, my wife affects this vessel in the best ways.” He lifts a hand to his cheeks, then glances down at his own pants, where there is an unmistakable bulge. “I want to taste you.” With that said, he moves more towards the end of the bed. “I could eat you out all day. What’s the best position for that?” He questions you with a smirk. “Of course, sitting on my face, but do you have another idea?” When you blush and look away, unsure of what the answer could be, he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer. Sitting cross-legged, he pulls you into his lap, ensuring your back is comfortably supported while your knees bend over his shoulders, and his head is perfectly between your legs, mouth at your core.
His hot breath fans against your sensitive flesh, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. You feel vulnerable yet completely safe in this unusual position at his mercy.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his golden eyes gazing down at you from between your thighs, a rare moment of consideration from the typically impulsive demon king.
"Yes," you breathe, your voice barely audible as your fingers twist into the sheets.
Without further hesitation, Amaimon's tongue darts out, taking a long, slow lick from your entrance to your clit. You gasp, your back arching involuntarily at the sensation. His hands tighten on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continues his exploration.
"You taste Amazing; this taste alone is a reason for me to have a vessel in Gehenna," he murmurs against you, the vibration of his words sending another wave of pleasure through your core.
A deeper blush crosses your face, and you cover it with your hands in embarrassment. “Amaimon!”
“What? It’s true. Without a vessel, I wouldn’t be able to taste you.” He speaks honestly with no real focus on anything. Just enjoying the way you feel and taste against his tongue.
“Amaimon.” You whine his name, moving your hips closer to his mouth, needing him to focus. “Yes?”
“Please.”
He adds another broad stroke before pulling his mouth away and tilting his head in feigned confusion. “Please what?”
“I need more.”
“More what _____? I’m licking you.” He runs his tongue along you again to emphasize his point, but his tongue barely strokes where you want him to focus.
"Don't tease me," you plead, writhing in his hold. "Please, just—"
"Just what?" Amaimon asks innocently, though the mischievous glint in his golden eyes gives him away. His black claws dig slightly into your thighs as he restrains you. "You need to tell me exactly what you want, my wife."
Your embarrassment battles with your desire as you struggle to find the words. "I want... I want your mouth on me. Properly."
He gives you another frustratingly faux confused look. “But I am using my mouth, like this?" He makes another broad stroke, this time completely missing the spot where you need him to touch you.
“No! Amaimon. Don't tease me," you plead, your body trembling with need. "You know what I want."
His golden eyes gleam with mischief as he looks up at you from between your legs. "I want to hear you say it," he insists, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
You bite your lip, caught between desire and pride. Finally, need wins out. "Please, Amaimon. Use your tongue on my clit. Make me come."
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?”
“I swear to-ah!” Your back arches as he gives a gentle suck to your clit. “Is that what you wanted?” He questions while pulling back the hood with one hand. “I could spend all night just licking you, but since it’s our wedding night, I guess I won’t tease you any further.” He circles his tongue around it and smirks when you moan loudly, pushing your hips up, searching more. “Amaimon.” You beg your new husband.
“Okay.” He nods, alternating between light flicks, firm pressure, and sucking.
You squirm under each movement, chasing the feeling in your lower abdomen. With a final suck on your clit, he moves his tongue lower, pushing it inside you. Another moan escapes your throat at the feeling of his tongue moving inside you. Using his tongue, he begins to thrust it in and out of you while moving his thumb to add pressure to your clit.
"A-Amaimon!" You clutch the sheets almost painfully as your ankles lock behind his head.
He hums appreciatively against you, the vibration only intensifying the sensation. His sharp fangs occasionally graze your sensitive flesh, adding a dangerous edge to the pleasure that somehow intensifies everything.
You feel the familiar tightening in your core, the heat building rapidly as Amaimon works with his tongue and fingers. “I-I’m going to-” He nods his head against you, unable to answer with his tongue so deep inside you.
Your release crashes over you like a wave; pleasure radiates from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes. Amaimon holds you firmly as your body shudders, his tongue working relentlessly to prolong your climax until you're gasping and pulling away from the overstimulation.
"Too much," you pant.
He finally relents, placing one last kiss against your sensitive flesh before looking down at you with a self-satisfied grin. His chin glistens with evidence of your pleasure, and he makes no move to wipe it away.
"You taste even better when you come," he states bluntly, carefully unwinding your legs from around his shoulders and lowering you to the bed. "I want more."
Before you can catch your breath, he captures your mouth in a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. The intimacy of it makes your heart race all over again. When he pulls back, he gazes at you with such love that you nearly groan.
“You’re still dressed,” you observe, reaching for his pants.
"Hmm, you're right." He sits back on his heels, casually shrugging off his jacket. The crossbones buttons click against each other as he tosses it aside. His arm warmers and shirt follow quickly, revealing pale skin stretched over lean muscle.
You sit up, your hands gliding over his chest and down to the buckle of his belt. “My husband is so beautiful," you whisper, leaning in to brush your lips against his as you expertly undo his buckle. “I love you so much." Though you might not have planned for marriage to come this quickly and would have preferred to wait a few months, your heart undeniably belongs to the demon before you. He presses his forehead gently against yours. “I love you too," he replies softly, pressing his lips against yours with a tender touch.
When you finally manage to undo his belt, he helps you slide his pants down, kicking them off impatiently. His black underwear does little to hide his arousal, the outline of his erection prominent against the fabric.
"Do you want me to..." you begin, your fingers playing with the waistband of his underwear.
"Yes," he answers immediately, his golden eyes intense as they follow your movements.
You slowly peel the fabric down, revealing him completely. He hisses slightly as the cool air hits his heated skin. You wrap your hand around him, enjoying the weight and warmth of him in your palm. “Are you going to let me use my mouth tonight?”
Something that almost resembles a pout crosses his face before he drops his head onto your shoulder. “You know this vessel is too sensitive right now.” He complains, grabbing your hands and placing them on his hips.
You nod in understanding. “Okay, well, maybe tomorrow morning I can use my mouth on you, after we wake up.” You offer another idea while kissing his cheek. You don’t want to push him when his vessel’s stamina is clearly a sore spot for him.
He nods against your shoulder before lifting his head and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Yes, we’ll do that.” He gently pushes you back until you’re lying on the bed. “You’re going to come first around my cock. Then I will come.” He promises.
“No tail?”
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll use my tail on you and then use your mouth on me.” He promises before situating himself over you. As he props himself up over you with his left arm, his right moves lower to run along your slit before shoving two fingers inside you.
Your breath hitches as he curls his fingers inside you, stroking that sensitive spot that makes your toes curl. "Still so wet," he observes with satisfaction, his golden eyes watching your face intently for every reaction. "And ready."
He removes his fingers, using your wetness to stroke himself a few times before positioning at your entrance. The blunt head of his cock presses against you, and he pauses, his eyes meeting yours.
"I’m surprised you agreed to marry me this quick.” He presses his lips against yours.
"You demanded it.” You remind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.
Amaimon raises a brow, “I can’t force you to be my wife or mate. You have to be willing for both.” His claws run along your side. “You had to be willing to sign that paper and change your name today. I also can’t force you when I mark you as my mate. The mark won’t take if you’re unwilling.” He leans down and brushes his nose against yours. “You know that, right?”
“I do. I would’ve preferred to wait, but you felt it was important to get married. Either way, I would become your wife, so it’s really not that big of a deal.” You lift your head a bit to press your lips against his. “But I do want to wait for you to mark me as a mate, I need to learn more about it.”
He nods in agreement, “Yes, we will wait.” A rare, genuine smile crosses his face. It vanishes quickly as he pushes forward, entering you in one smooth thrust that has both of you gasping.
"So tight," he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. His body trembles slightly with the effort of holding still, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Always so perfect around me."
You rock your hips experimentally, signaling that you're ready for more.
Amaimon takes the hint, slowly pulling back before thrusting forward again. He sets a steady rhythm, his golden eyes never leaving your face as he watches every expression of pleasure that crosses your features.
"My wife," he murmurs, the possessiveness in his voice sending a thrill through you.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The change in angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside you, and you can't hold back the moans that escape your lips.
"Harder," you plead, digging your nails into his shoulders.
He complies immediately, increasing his pace and force. The headboard begins to thump against the wall, but neither of you cares about the noise. His breath comes in short pants, his usually composed demeanor starting to crack as pleasure overtakes him.
"You feel so good," he groans, one hand moving to grip your hip, keeping you in place for his increasingly erratic thrusts. "So good for me."
The praise makes you clench around him, drawing a hiss from between his teeth. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with just the right pressure as his hips continue their relentless rhythm. The dual sensation quickly pushes you toward the edge again.
"Amaimon, I'm close," you pant, your back arching as that familiar tension builds in your core.
"Me too," he admits, his voice strained. "Come for me. Now."
His command, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, sends you over the edge. Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first, waves of pleasure radiating through your entire body as you clench tightly around him. You cry out his name, your nails leaving crescent marks on his pale shoulders.
The sight of you coming undone beneath him and the feeling of you pulsing around his length proves too much for Amaimon. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time, his body shuddering as he reaches his own climax. His demonic features flicker through briefly—his ears elongating slightly, a faint glow illuminating his golden eyes—before he regains control.
He collapses beside you, careful not to crush you with his weight, and immediately pulls you against his chest. His breathing gradually slows as he trails his claws lightly on your back.
“I came first.” You grin, pressing your lips against his chest.
“Yes.”
“Are you more pleased with your vessel now?”
“A little.” He answers, “But still isn’t where it should be.”
You gently trace small shapes on his chest as you listen to him, noting the tension in his body—a sign that it’s still a sore topic. “You just need to focus on your stamina, right? We can work on that together," you say while continuing to press your lips against his slightly sweaty chest.
He nods. “Yes.”
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“What time is it?” you whisper to the demon, who is showering your face with kisses. “Just after nine,” he replies between soft pecks. “I prepared a bath for us.” He murmurs against your lips. “Baby, we don’t have a bathtub.” You sigh in contentment as his kisses trail along your jawline. “I know.” You rub your eyes. “Then how did you prepare a bath for us?” Instead of responding verbally, he sits up and pulls you up with him. He continues to draw you alongside him until he’s standing beside the bed, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist so he can keep holding you. “I can walk,” you remind him, adjusting your arms more comfortably around his shoulders and pressing your head into the crook of his neck. “I like holding you.” He responds while carrying you to the open door, you’re slightly shocked to see that instead of your hallway, it leads into a warm bathroom with a large tub. “Are we at Mephisto’s house?” You question, noticing a key on the counter. “Yes, but this is my bathroom.”
You lift your head when he continues to carry you, “Are you going to put me down so I can get in the tub?”
“No.”
He smoothly continues to the tub and impressively is able to get into it while still holding you comfortably in his arms. You moan against his throat in satisfaction at the feeling of the warm water. “_____?”
“Yes?”
“Look at me.”
You slowly lift your head, meeting his golden eyes. He raises a hand to gently cup your face. “I like looking at you," he says, his expression and tone entirely neutral. Despite this, you can’t help but smile at this endearing quality of his. “I like looking at you too," you reply. He simply nods. “I know.”
He picks up a small water pail and gently tilts your head back to pour water over your hair. As your hair becomes thoroughly soaked, he picks up the shampoo. “I think you’re my soulmate," he whispers while massaging the lather into your hair.
“Soulmate?”
“Yes. I was reading about soulmates while you were asleep. That’s why it felt like... love at first sight, right?”
“Love at first sight?”
He nods with confidence, “Yes.”
“Amaimon, what were you reading while I was asleep? Some kind of romance novel?” You laugh, pressing a kiss to his nose. “I love you so much.”
He pulls you closer, his warm lips pressing against yours as one hand tangles in your hair. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking access, while his other hand drops to your thigh, gently massaging your skin. You open your mouth and groan as his tongue glides against yours, the flavor of some candy he must have eaten before he woke you up filling your mouth.
He swallows down your moans as he releases his grip on your hair in favor and cupping your breast. You pull away slightly, brushing your lips against his jaw instead, “You’re perfect.” You whisper as your lips move across his warm skin, as you move lower, he tilts his head to give you better access to his throat.
Your mouth trails along his throat, your nails gently scratching down his chest underwater. Amaimon's breath hitches when you reach a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. His hands move to your waist, gripping you firmly as you continue your exploration.
"Is this okay?" you murmur against his skin.
"Yes," he responds, his voice deeper than usual. "Don't stop."
You trace the line of his collarbone with your tongue, enjoying the soft sounds he makes. His skin tastes clean from the bath. As your lips move lower toward his chest, his fingers dig slightly into your hips.
The water sloshes around you as he shifts, positioning you more comfortably in his lap. "I missed you while you were sleeping."
"I was only asleep for a few hours," you point out, brushing a strand of wet hair from his face.
"Too long," he insists, his golden eyes serious. "I had to occupy myself with reading."
"About soulmates," you tease gently.
He nods, unembarrassed. "And other things. Did you know humans have many different wedding traditions? Some are odd."
"Like what?"
"In some places, the bride and groom aren't allowed to use the bathroom alone for three days after the wedding."
You burst into laughter, nearly splashing water over the edge of the tub. "That is strange! I can't imagine following you to the bathroom for three days."
"I wouldn't mind," Amaimon states, running a wet hand through his hair. "I like watching you."
"Even in the bathroom?" You raise an eyebrow.
"I wouldn’t mind," he replies with a smirk.
You playfully splash water on his chest. "You're ridiculous," you laugh, shaking your head.
"I'm honest," he corrects. "Turn around. I want to finish washing your hair."
You shift in the water, turning your back to him. His fingers work methodically through your hair, massaging your scalp with just the right amount of pressure. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch.
"This feels nice," you sigh contentedly.
"Good. I like making you feel nice." He replies as he begins to pour the water over your head again, rinsing your hair.
You turn back to face him, helping him rinse his hair. He takes a few minutes to focus on conditioning your hair and washing your body. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls you against him. As you lean back against his chest, a thought crosses your mind. “Do you remember what you said last night about what we could do this morning?”
“No.” He lies, “Remind me.”
"Last night, you said I could use my mouth on you this morning," you turn to face him again. Your fingers trail down his chest, disappearing beneath the water's surface. "And that you'd use your tail on me."
He nods. "I remember now," he says, his voice dropping to a lower register that sends a shiver down your spine despite the warm water surrounding you.
"Is that still something you want?" you ask, your hand finding his thigh underwater.
In response, Amaimon stands suddenly, water cascading down his body as he lifts you with him. "Yes," he says simply, stepping out of the tub with you still in his arms. "But not here. I want you in bed."
He grabs a large towel from a nearby rack, wrapping it around both of you as he carries you back through the door. To your surprise, it’s not your apartment but what must be Amaimon's room at Mephisto's mansion. The space is unexpectedly minimalist, with a massive bed dominating the center.
"Your room?" you question.
The bed is surprisingly comfortable, with silk sheets that feel cool against your damp skin. Amaimon gently uses a towel to dry your hair with unexpected tenderness, his movements careful and methodical.
"I didn't know you had your own room here," you comment, looking around at the sparse furnishings. There's a small collection of candy on the nightstand and what appears to be a gaming console near a modest television. Thinking about it, it’s a silly thought; it would be weird for Mephisto not to give him a room.
"I don't use it much," he admits, standing up and running the towel over his own body now. "But Big Brother insisted I have one. Something about 'boundaries' and 'personal space.'" He says the words as if they're foreign concepts. “You are the first person I met when I came to Assiah; I wanted to stay with you. Big Brother told me I couldn’t and gave me this room.”
You laugh softly. "Mephisto might have a point about personal space."
Amaimon drops the towel. "I don't want personal space from you," he states firmly. "I want you in my space. Always." His directness makes your heart flutter.
His golden eyes sweep over your naked form, appreciation evident in his gaze. "You look perfect in my bed."
You feel a blush warming your cheeks at his directness. Even after everything you've shared, his unfiltered comments still have the power to fluster you. "Come here," you beckon, holding out your arms.
He doesn't need to be told twice. In an instant, he's on the bed, pressing you back against the mattress. His body hovers over yours, the familiar weight comforting as he braces himself on his forearms.
"What do you want first?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that you can feel vibrating through his chest. "My tail, or do you want to use your mouth?"
You trace your fingers along his jawline, considering. "I want to taste you first," you decide, pushing gently at his shoulders. He allows you to reverse your positions, rolling onto his back as you straddle his hips.
"How do you think your vessel will handle it? More practice will help, right?" you tease, trailing kisses down his chest.
Amaimon's eyes narrow slightly. "We'll find out," he responds, one hand coming to rest in your hair.
You work your way lower, taking your time to explore his body with your lips and tongue. When you reach his growing erection, you glance up to find his golden eyes fixed intensely on your face.
"You're watching me," you observe, your breath ghosting over his sensitive skin.
"I always watch you," he states simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. His fingers tangle gently in your hair.
You smile before lowering your head, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his erection. His entire body tenses at the contact, his breath catching audibly. Encouraged by his reaction, you trace your tongue along the underside, from base to tip, before taking him into your mouth.
"_____," he groans, his head falling back against the pillows. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair, but he's careful not to hurt you.
When you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, his hips buck involuntarily.
"Sorry," he mutters, forcing himself to lie still again.
You pull back slightly. "It's okay," you assure him, pressing a kiss to the tip. "I like knowing I affect you."
His golden eyes darken with desire. "You affect me too much," he admits, his tail materializing beside him, the tip flicking with barely contained energy. "I might not last long. I hate this vessel.” He complains to himself.
You sit up and frown at him. “Amaimon, I love the vessel, you’re being too hard on yourself. It’s natural; it would be the same in any other vessel. There’s been improvement, right?” He grunts and glances to the side. “We’re both satisfied each time, and isn’t that really all that matters?”
“I guess…”
"It's okay," you murmur, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. "We have all morning." You smile and lower your mouth onto him once more. This time, you establish a steady rhythm, alternating between using your lips, tongue, and occasionally your hand. Amaimon watches you with rapt attention, his breathing growing increasingly erratic.
His tail snakes forward, the pointed tip tracing lazy patterns on your back. The sensation sends pleasant shivers down your spine as you continue your ministrations. When the tip of his tail dips lower, circling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, you moan around him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk again.
"I want to touch you while you do this," he explains, his voice strained. His tail moves with remarkable precision, finding your center with ease. The smooth, warm appendage slides against your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing gently against your entrance.
The dual sensation of pleasuring him while being stimulated by his tail is intoxicating. You increase your pace, taking him deeper as his tail pushes inside you. The feeling is different from his fingers or his cock—more flexible, able to curl and press exactly where you need it.
"Good?" he asks, observing your reaction.
You nod, momentarily releasing him from your mouth to gasp, "Yes, so good." Your voice is breathy and strained as his tail curls inside you, finding that perfect spot that makes your thighs tremble.
"Don't stop," he commands, his golden eyes fixed on your face as you return to your task, taking him deep into your mouth once more.
He moves his tail in a way, it’s brushing against your clit while also curling inside and makes it difficult for you to maintain your rhythm, but the challenge only adds to your arousal. His free hand strokes your hair almost tenderly, a contrast to the increasingly urgent movements of his tail.
"You look beautiful with your mouth around me," he states matter-of-factly, though his voice has a ragged edge that betrays his composure. "My beautiful wife."
The possessive term sends a thrill through you, and you redouble your efforts, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. His tail responds in kind, thrusting deeper and faster, making your hips buck against it involuntarily.
"I can feel how wet you are," Amaimon observes, his breathing growing more labored. "You enjoy this."
You hum your agreement around him, the vibration making his tail twitch and curl more insistently inside you. The dual pleasure is overwhelming—his taste on your tongue and his tail filling you perfectly. Your own climax builds rapidly as his tail maintains its relentless rhythm.
"_____," Amaimon warns, his voice strained, "I'm close."
His tail presses deeper, finding that perfect spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You redouble your efforts, taking him as deep as possible while maintaining the suction he seems to enjoy most. His breathing becomes erratic, his golden eyes never leaving your face as his control begins to slip.
"Now," he gasps, his back arching slightly off the bed. "I'm—"
His release catches you by surprise despite his warning, filling your mouth as his body tenses beneath you. His tail curls sharply inside you, triggering your own orgasm. You moan around him as pleasure washes over you in waves, your body clenching around his tail as you swallow everything he gives you.
As the intensity subsides, Amaimon gently withdraws his tail, leaving you feeling pleasantly empty. He pulls you up his body until you're lying on his chest, his arms wrapping securely around you. For a moment, you both lie there in comfortable silence, catching your breath. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back as he presses occasional kisses to your forehead.
"Was that okay?" you ask, lifting your head; your voice is slightly hoarse.
He nods, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Yes." His golden eyes study your face with that intense focus that still makes your heart flutter. "You're perfect."
You laugh softly, trailing your fingers across his chest. "I'm far from perfect."
"Perfect for me," he clarifies, pulling you closer against him. "You were right, my vessel did better this time."
You smile against his skin. "Practice makes perfect."
He hums in agreement, his hands sliding down to your hips. "We should practice more."
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“Are you still pouting?” You grin at the demon king as you make breakfast. “I’m not pouting.” He argues, though he clearly is. He wanted to stay in his bed all day, but you made him get up and take a shower after he decided to test his stamina a couple more times. “Amaimon, we need to eat.”
“We were eating.” He licks his lower lip.
You roll your eyes. “Your sperm isn’t a viable meal, my king.” You place a plate in front of him. “This is.”
“Where do you want to go?” Amaimon questions as he picks at the eggs you made for breakfast. His question catches you off guard. “Go?”
“Big brother said we’re supposed to go somewhere this week. Where do you want to go? Also, you have to go to the bridal shop.” He points out, and you can’t help but grin. He wants the ceremony just as much as your mother and Mephisto, even if it’s for a different reason. “Yes, I know. I’ll ask my mom to go with me.” You press your lips against his. “Is there a certain style you’d prefer I wear? Do you want to have traditional Japanese or Western style?” Amaimon’s eyes widen slightly. “What are the different styles?”
Chapter 26: Chapter 26
Summary:
People are interested in Seti and have requested Seti smut. So, on my tumblr (Fanfictionstuff) there is Seti smut. If you go to the masterlist, choose 'Amaimon fics' then Amaimon and the Exorcist masterlist. The Seti smut is tagged there if you are interested in it. It's also been requested I write more Seti content and Amaimon x Reader x Seti content.
That will not tie to this fic.
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“Amaimon, do you want to have a ceremony?” you ask as he flips through information on traditional Japanese weddings. His eyes briefly meet yours before returning to the laptop. “Yes.”
His golden eyes scan the images of traditional Japanese weddings with an unusual intensity. "It would make it more... official."
You settle onto the couch next to him, glancing at the screen. "More official than government paperwork?"
"Yes," he replies, his gaze flicking over the photos of beautifully orchestrated ceremonies. He pauses here and there, taking in the vibrant colors and joyful expressions captured in those moments. "Humans are drawn to visual signs of commitment. A ceremony like this would show everyone that you belong to me."
You can't help but smile at his straightforward reasoning. "Is that what matters most to you? That everyone knows I'm yours?"
Amaimon nods without hesitation. "Yes. And..." he pauses, seeming to search for words, "I want to see you in wedding clothes."
The admission surprises you. "You want to see me dressed up?"
"In white," he says, tapping a picture of a bride in a traditional shiromuku. "Or red," he adds, his finger moving to another image that showcases a bride in a vibrant kimono. "Both would look good on you."
"It's beautiful," you agree, leaning your head against his shoulder. "But it's also very expensive."
"Money doesn't matter," Amaimon states flatly. "Big Brother is paying."
Shaking your head, you reach out and run a finger along his ear. "That's not the point. I don't want him to spend a fortune on us."
Amaimon leans more into your touch, "Why? He has enough money.”
How do you explain it to make it make sense for Amaimon? "It just feels... I don't know, like we're taking advantage."
"It's not taking advantage if he offers," Amaimon counters, scrolling to another image. "Besides, Big Brother owes me."
"Owes you? For what?"
"For centuries of annoyance," he remarks, his tone flat. You frown at the jarring reminder of his age, suddenly aware of everything you still don’t know about him. “Centuries," you muse aloud. “What’s the most annoying thing you’ve ever had to deal with? It doesn’t have to be related to Mephisto.”
Amaimon freezes, his body tensing as he narrows his eyes at the screen. You frown and reach for his hand. He blinks, looking as if he has just awoken from a dream, then relaxes and resumes browsing through images, occasionally pointing out details that capture his interest. "_____, look at this one." He pauses at a photo of a bride dressed in a beautiful white kimono, embellished with intricate embroidery.
"It's beautiful," you comment while leaning forward to examine the intricate details.
His golden eyes shift from the screen to your face, studying you with that intense focus that still makes your heart flutter. "I want to see you in it. You would look better than her.”
You feel a blush creeping up your neck under his scrutiny. "Well, maybe I could try something like that on when we visit the dressmaker Mephisto made an appointment with."
Amaimon nods, satisfied with this answer. His attention returns to the laptop, and his fingers click through more images. You watch him, a bit in disbelief that he’s so interested in wedding attire. Amaimon seems to take an interest in random things often.
"You didn't answer my question," you remind him gently. "About the most annoying thing you've had to put up with over the centuries."
His scrolling comes to a halt once more, but this time he doesn't tense up completely. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, seemingly deep in thought. “Humans," he finally remarks. “Especially the exorcists. They’re annoying.”
"And yet you married one," you say with a sly smile, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Plus, you want to make me your mate—that’s even more binding than marriage.”
He gives you a sideways glance, the faintest hint of amusement in his golden eyes. "You're different."
"How so?"
"You don't try to exorcise me on sight. And you smell good." He leans in closer, breathing deeply at your neck. "Very good."
You laugh, the sound echoing through the apartment. "Well, I'm glad my scent meets your approval. Is that all it took for you to fall for a human? Good hygiene?"
He shakes his head. "No. It's not good hygiene; you just smell good." His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining almost possessively. "You're not afraid of me. Most humans are. Even other demons fear me."
"I was afraid of you at first," you admit.
"Not enough," he counters. "You invited me into your home that first night."
You can’t help but grin at the memory. “That’s going to be a fun story to tell our future children.” You envision a little girl who looks just like Amaimon, listening eagerly to your tale, while Seti scoffs at you in the background. When Amaimon turns his head to look at you, you instantly regret saying it. “Children?”
“Children in the future, at least a year, remember?”
“I don’t see how it’s a fun story, and I don’t understand why we have to wait a year.” He stares at you expectedly, waiting for you to give him a good reason why the two of you should wait.
“Because I said so.”
“Oh.” He turns his head back to the screen. “I don’t like waiting, but I will wait for you.” He replies as he clicks on another photo. “I want you to wear something like this. Do you like it?” He turns the computer slightly towards you.
It’s a beautiful traditional outfit. “Amaimon, do you want to have the ceremony or just the party?”
“I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
You nod in agreement. "I want everyone to know you’re mine, but we don’t need a formal ceremony. To be honest, those events can be a bit drawn out and boring, so, is just the celebration after a ceremony, okay? We can say we had a private ceremony with just my parents and Seti. I don’t want you to be bored.”
“I’ll just stare at you, and I won’t get bored.”
“Just staring at me will help your boredom?”
“I do it every night.”
“Please don’t tell others that,” You lean in and kiss his cheek, “but honestly, I think it might be a bit dull for you.”
His eyes narrow at you as he thinks about what he knows of humans, if the two of you have a ceremony everyone in your family will be there, they will see you belong to him by human standards with a ceremony, right? “I want a ceremony.”
You kiss his cheek again, “If that’s what you want, I love you,” you whisper, then give his cheek another soft kiss. After a few kisses, Amaimon turns his head to meet your lips. “I love you, too,” he replies in a completely monotone voice, and you can’t help but grin and lean in for another kiss.
“That would look awful on you.”
You nearly jump off the sofa, startled by the unexpected voice. Amaimon wraps his arms around you, preventing your fall. "Seti!" you call out as you reach for the fox, but he sidesteps you. “That color and style would look awful on you," he comments, his gaze fixed on the photo displayed on the screen. “So, not only do you have bad taste, but so does he. Match made in hell.”
“Grumpy old man,” You mumble.
He lets out a deep sigh. “Your leech is older than I am.”
You take a moment, then look over at Amaimon. He merely shrugs, clearly unfazed by the jab, considering he is older than Seti.
“My leech isn’t grumpy.”
Seti flicks his tail out of your grasp with a huff. "At least I have better taste in wedding attire," he mutters, jumping onto the coffee table to get a better view of the screen.
"What would you suggest then?" you ask, completely ignoring his attitude.
Seti narrows his golden eyes at the screen, then at you, assessing. "Something simple. Not overly traditional." He gestures with his paw at the ornate kimono Amaimon had selected. "This is too heavy, too formal. You'd look uncomfortable."
Amaimon's arm tightens around your waist. "I like it," he insists.
"Of course you do," Seti retorts. "You probably want her wrapped up like a prize."
"She is my prize," Amaimon states flatly, his golden eyes meeting Seti's challenging gaze.
You pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'm not a prize, Amaimon. And Seti, stop antagonizing him."
Seti's ears twitch in annoyance. "I'm trying to help. You'd be miserable in something that elaborate. Remember your cousin's wedding? You complained about your simple dress for hours."
"That was different," you protest. "That dress was itchy." You lift your hand to scratch your waist at the memory of it. It was a beautiful dress, but your cousin went with an awful material that rubbed against your skin uncomfortably all night.
Seti’s eyes drop to where Amaimon is absently tracing circles on your hip. “Maybe you’re right and you should wear something elaborate; something elaborate might help distract people from seeing how the leech truly is.”
You shift your gaze from the screen to focus on Amaimon, trying to see what Seti is referring to. “What do you mean how he truly is?”
"Possessive. Overbearing. Obsessed," Seti lists off, “Probably better for all your friends and family not to realize you’re in a relationship with someone so toxic.”
“It’s not toxic-” You attempt to argue, but Seti cuts you off. “Stop pouting, you aren’t a child. Show this one to the dressmaker.”
Seti taps his paw on a different image—a sleek, traditional Shiromuku with clean lines and minimal embellishment.
"This would suit you better," Seti insists. "Elegant without being ostentatious."
"I like it," you admit, glancing at Amaimon to gauge his reaction.
His golden eyes narrow slightly as he studies the image. "It's... plain," he finally says, his tone neutral.
"It's sophisticated," Seti counters. "There's a difference."
Amaimon's fingers continue their possessive path along your hip. "It’s still plain.”
Seti snorts. “What? Don’t think ______’s beauty is enough to make it look good?”
Amaimon's eyes flash dangerously at Seti's comment.
You place a calming hand on Amaimon's arm. "Stop letting him bait you.” With your free hand, you pinch his hip before returning your attention to the screen. “If I'm going to wear a Shiromuku, does that mean you’ll wear a Haori and Hakama?” You stare at Amaimon, having trouble picturing the eccentric demon wearing something so formal.
Amaimon tilts his head at your question, considering it as if the thought hadn't occurred to him. "Would you like that?" he asks, his golden eyes flickering with something like curiosity.
"I think you'd look handsome in traditional attire," you reply honestly, trying to envision him in the formal black ensemble.
Seti snorts. "He'd look ridiculous."
You ignore the fox's comment, focusing instead on Amaimon's thoughtful expression. He's staring at an image of a groom in traditional Japanese wedding clothes, his head slightly tilted.
"It looks... restrictive," he finally says, frowning slightly. "I prefer my clothes."
"You can't wear those ratty things to your wedding," Seti scoffs, tail swishing in agitation. "At least wear something decent."
Amaimon's eyes narrow. "My clothes aren't ratty."
"They're practically falling apart," Seti retorts. "And those ridiculous arm warmers—"
"I like his arm warmers," you interject, “also his clothes aren’t falling apart.” You tug on his tie. “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable in western wedding clothes?” You question. “You’re comfortable enough in this button-up, vest, and tie.” You grin.
“I’ll wear the clothing that matches you,” Amaimon replies with a shrug.
Your heart warms at his willingness to coordinate with you. "That's sweet of you," you say, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
"It's not sweet," Amaimon counters, his expression unchanged. "It's logical. We should match."
Seti rolls his eyes dramatically. "How romantic."
You shoot the fox a warning look before turning back to Amaimon. "I suppose we should wait to speak to the dressmaker.” You sigh, it’s pointless to put too much thought into it when they probably can’t even do something.
Amaimon nestles against you, and even though his face is hidden from view, you can sense from Seti’s expression that Amaimon is probably shooting him a glare. You shift a bit, allowing Amaimon to slide from your shoulder into your lap, gently covering his eyes with your hand.
“Are we going on the trip?” Amaimon questions you, unbothered by your hand cutting off his vision.
Seti gives you a curious look. “You’re going on a honeymoon? Shouldn’t you do that after the ceremony? _____, you’re doing everything backwards.”
“Honeymoon?” Amaimon questions.
You slide your hand from covering his eyes to cupping his cheek. “Yeah, it’s a trip couples go on after getting married. Typically, people go on nice vacations for a honeymoon, but some people just stay around home.”
“That’s why Big Brother told us to go on a trip.” Amaimon looks thoughtful for a moment. “Where do you want to go?”
“Take her somewhere to see stars.” Seti cuts in, “A desert will be a good place to take her. Look up places to stay in the Gobi Desert.” He orders. You pause and turn to stare at Seti, surprised by the suggestion. “Oh, wait, where is the Gobi Desert again?”
“I hope you're joking.”
“Wait, yes... no. I know where it is.” You raise your hands defensively, trying to brush off Seti’s judgmental gaze while racking your brain to recall the locations of deserts. “China and Mongolia… my mind just went blank for a moment.”
Seti stares at you a moment longer before nodding. “Yes, Amaimon, do you have a passport?”
Amaimon tilts his head back to look at the fox. “No.”
"Then we have to arrange for one quickly. Mephisto can probably expedite it," Seti says, his tail swishing thoughtfully. "The Gobi has some of the clearest night skies on earth. Perfect for stargazing. "
You run your fingers through Amaimon's green hair, watching his expression. "Would you like that? Stargazing in the desert?"
Amaimon considers this for a moment, his golden eyes reflecting the light from the laptop screen. "You want to go, so yes."
"We'd need proper accommodations," you muse, already picturing the vast expanse of stars above an endless desert.
“That’s what Google is for ______.” Seti sighs.
You reach over Amaimon and type hotels in the Gobi Desert into the search bar. “Wow, there are so many places to stay," you murmur, scrolling through the options. “I’m not even sure what city to look for." As you search for a location, Amaimon gazes up at you from your lap. “I don’t want to be around a lot of humans.”
“Your wife is human.” Seti scoffs.
“That doesn’t mean I want to be around other humans,” Amaimon says, glancing at Seti. “Isn’t _____ the only human you want to be around?” You look at Seti and realize Amaimon has a valid point. Yet, Seti remains unfazed, refusing to give either you or Amaimon the satisfaction of admitting that he, too, prefers to avoid all humans other than you.
"Seti has a point about the desert," you say, breaking the tension. "The stars would be incredible. We could find a private place, maybe a luxury yurt camp? That way we'd have comfort but also seclusion."
Amaimon's golden eyes flick back to the screen. "What's a yurt?"
"It's a circular tent structure, but the luxury ones are pretty amazing. Like a hotel room but in the middle of nowhere."
You type "luxury yurt Mongolia" into the search bar, and several stunning options appear. You click on one showing a beautiful round structure with a transparent dome ceiling for stargazing.
"Look at this," you say, pointing to the image. "We could lie in bed and watch the stars all night."
Amaimon studies the image; his expression is unreadable. "We'd be alone?"
"Yes, some of these camps only have a few yurts, spaced far apart. And they're in remote areas."
He stares at the image for a moment before answering. "I like it."
"I thought you might," you reply, as you scroll through more photos. Amaimon glances back at you. “Oh! Look at this one.” You point to an option that has glass across one entire side.
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want to be in a place where others can see us, find somewhere more private.” Amaimon frowns at the screen, noticing that some of the photos show there’s more of a community than he’d like. “I want it to be only us.”
Patting his head, you nod, “Okay, I guess it’s our honeymoon. We can find somewhere private, and it’s only us.”
Seti shakes his head. “She was getting excited about something, and you shut it down.”
“I wasn’t getting excited, it’s fine. Maybe we can go to the mountains somewhere? Or a beach? Oh, let’s go to a beach, we’ll get a private villa for the two of us.” You lean down and kiss Amaimon. “Do you want to go to the beach?” You quickly Google the Maldives, recalling seeing something about it a while ago. “Private villa, over the water.” Amaimon watches as you scroll through the different options. “They look close together.” He comments, eyeing the layout of the resorts. “I don’t think they’re as close as they look for the aerial view.”
You choose the one that looks like it might have the most privacy. “Look at this, ocean villa with pool. Large, private pool, soundproof-“
“Soundproof?”
Sighing, you pinch Amaimon’s ear. “Soundproof, hot tub, AC, and a lot of other things.” You tilt the screen down slightly so Amaimon can get a better view. After viewing the pictures for a moment, Amaimon lifts his right hand, and Mephisto’s credit card appears in his hand. “Get it.”
"Are you sure?" you ask, eyeing the credit card that has materialized in his hand. "It looks expensive."
Amaimon nods once, decisively. "Big Brother won't mind. He told us to go somewhere."
"He told you to go somewhere, not to book the most expensive place you can find," Seti interjects, but his protest lacks conviction. He jumps down from the coffee table and stretches. "Though I suppose if anyone can afford it, it's that clown."
You hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "I've never been anywhere like this before. It seems almost unreal."
"It's just money," Amaimon states flatly, pressing the card into your palm. "Book it."
With a deep breath, you begin entering the details. The price makes your eyes widen, but Amaimon remains unfazed, watching you with that steady golden gaze.
"A week in paradise," you murmur as you complete the reservation. "I should probably buy some new swimwear."
"No," Amaimon says immediately.
You blink at him. "No?"
"You won't need swimwear." His expression remains neutral, but there's a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "It's a private villa."
Your face flushes. "Amaimon! I can't just... we'll be outside sometimes."
"Why?" He genuinely seems confused. "We'll have everything we need in the villa."
Seti makes a disgusted sound. "For fuck’s sake, buy some swimwear. I refuse to let you enable his possessiveness to this degree."
"I wasn't planning on spending the entire week locked in the villa," you explain to Amaimon, gently running your fingers through his hair. "I'd like to swim in the ocean, maybe explore a bit."
Amaimon's brow furrows slightly. "But other humans might see you."
"In my swimsuit, yes. But that's normal at a beach resort." You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry, you can pick out the swimsuit."
He doesn't look entirely convinced but nods reluctantly. "Fine.”
Seti watches the two of you for a moment before sighing. “I need to speak to Mephisto about your wedding date. Instead of a week, you need two. If you’re spending a week in the Maldives, you’ll miss your wedding otherwise.”
“Oh, you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.”
When Seti leaves Amaimon turns his focus back to you. “You don’t have to wear a swimsuit in the pool, right?”
“Pervert.”
“That’s not answering my question, ______.”
“We’re not having sex in the pool.”
“We don’t have to have sex, I can appreciate my wife’s body without sex.”
“…Nobody would be able to see us in the pool.” You mumble, covering his eyes again. “I hope Mephisto didn’t already call everyone I know to come this weekend. I agree with Seti about waiting another week before we have the ceremony, though going back to work the day after a wedding might be awkward.”
Amaimon nods in agreement and pulls out his phone. “I’ll tell him you need more than two weeks.” Amaimon pauses in the middle of typing, pulls his phone away, and stares at you. “Yes?” You question.
“I don’t want you to work.”
“I have to work. How else will I afford rent?”
“I’ll buy us a house, somewhere ideal and safe for raising children. That’s what your father said.”
“You don’t have to buy a house.”
“Both your parents and Seti said I need to buy a house.” He sits up from your lap. “Where do we buy a house? Where is the ideal place for raising children?”
You nearly groan, hadn’t you just pulled him away from talking about children? Now he’s thinking about them again. “Amaimon, I have no idea. I can honestly say I’ve never looked up the best place for raising children in Japan.”
The demon king stares at you for a long moment before turning to the computer. “Then look it up.” He slides the computer towards you, unsure of what exactly he’d need to search.
“Let’s just focus on getting the wedding attire, going to the Maldives, and the ceremony.” You sigh, closing the computer. “Amaimon, we don’t have to rush. Just text Mephisto, ask about more time off, and when we get back and settled, we can talk more about our future.”
“Children.”
“Yes, the children we will have in a year from now.”
“Human pregnancy is nine months.”
“The children we will conceive in a year from now.”
Amaimon pouts but doesn’t say anything else. You’re right; a year from now would be better. So, he continues to suppress the new urge for children. When he makes you his mate, then you can have children.
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Mephisto raises an eyebrow at Seti’s command. “Two weeks? Well, for my dear younger brother and his new wife, I could push it back another week to ensure they enjoy a comfortable honeymoon.” He reclines in his chair. “Fortunately, the only thing I’ve arranged so far is the appointment for the wedding attire tomorrow.” He watches the tense fox carefully. “You look upset.”
“I don’t like the idea of her being married to him. He’s too attached and obsessive. He even feels threatened by me at times.” Seti glares at the floor. “If she’s not careful, he will eventually kill someone over her.”
“Indeed, that is a concern; I’ve spoken to him about it. He knows better than to harm a human.”
Seti shakes his head. “He’s not going to be thinking sensibly when it happens.”
“This is all the more reason to ensure he stays with ______. Whether you like it or not, she can control him.” Mephisto smirks. “She has him wrapped around her finger. Don’t look so glum; it’s simply because Amaimon has never experienced love before. All of these feelings are new to him, and he doesn’t know how to process them.” He leans in closer. “He’ll relax eventually and return to his normal self. Just give it time.”
“Can you promise that?” Seti challenges.
"Oh, certainly not! Who knows? He could turn out to be even more obsessive, especially when little ones arrive." A dark chuckle escapes Mephisto, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "This could very well be Amaimon’s new normal. Watching my little brother navigate human emotions is rather entertaining."
"It's entertaining until someone gets hurt," Seti mutters, his tail flicking behind him. His ears flatten against his head as he continues, "He looks at her as if she's the only thing in existence that matters. What happens when someone threatens that? When someone innocently flirts with her or touches her arm? He nearly lost control just because I switched to my human form and wasn’t dressed."
Mephisto chuckles, “I wouldn’t be too keen with a nude man staying in front of my love interest either.”
“I am a fox, I’m not interested in her like that. I’m not interested in anyone like that.” Seti growls, but Mephisto finds it funny. “I understand, but I imagine it’s hard for Amaimon.”
“I’m not really in the mood for your games. Do you have a backup plan in case one day _______ can’t keep him under control?"
“You’re no fun, but yes, don’t worry about it. If something happens and ______ can’t control him, I’ll take care of it. Oh! Here is the information for the dressmaker. They have an appointment at two tomorrow. Could you ensure they make it there?”
Seti leaps onto Mephisto’s desk. Wordlessly, he snatches the card from Mephisto. With the card clenched in his mouth and a final piercing look, the fox vanishes in a cloud of smoke.
Chapter 27: Chapter 27
Summary:
This has been completed for a week, I just forgot to post here. Sorry.
I've been going through a lot recently so things are slowing down. Hopefully I'll begin to catch up on everything during my summer break, which starts next week.
Chapter Text
“You do realize you’re not supposed to be here, right?” Seti speaks dryly, not even bothering to glance at the demon king to your left from his spot in your lap. You had wondered for a moment if the fox had fallen asleep as the woman went on and on about the wedding attire. Honestly, you’re amazed Amaimon is still sitting by your side. It’s boring. The consult room itself is stuffy; your mom is excitedly talking to the owner, flipping through all the designs and rarely consulting you. To your surprise, Amaimon also seems slightly interested. He’s nowhere near the level of your mom, but close enough that he finishes the lollipop and is focused on another book of designs. Amaimon is also interested enough to completely ignore your familiar’s jab.
It doesn’t take long to realize Amaimon is more interested in the Japanese wedding attire. The book holding the men’s designs are now laid completely forgotten on the table, while Amaimon flips through the Japanese designs. “______, I like this.” He finally pauses in his search, holding up the book for you to see what has caught his interest.
“It’s her choice.” Seti replies before you can, “You haven’t even asked her opinion since we got here.” He speaks loudly enough for not only Amaimon to hear, but also your mother and the owner. Both pause their conversation, and now all eyes are on you. It’s your mother who responds. “Well, she’s just been sitting there quietly while petting you like some kind of supervillain; she can speak up at any time.”
Your hand freezes in Seti’s fur. Do I really look like a cliché supervillain when I pet Seti like this? After a moment you huff and turn away. “I don’t care, Seti is soft.”
A thoughtful look crosses your mother’s face. “I don’t think I’ve ever touched him.”
“And it’ll stay that way.” Seti quips.
The owner glances curiously between your mother and Seti, then at Amaimon, who suddenly appears oddly jealous of a fox. “He doesn’t like you?” she questions, her need for gossip overcoming her professionalism. Considering she is someone Mephisto highly recommends, it’s not that surprising.
“Seti is just a grumpy old man who doesn’t like anyone.” You explain.
Amaimon bluntly cuts in. “He likes you.”
“I thought we were picking out wedding attire. Check-in for the resort is in a few hours.” You remind everyone, then lean forward, pressing your lips gently against Amaimon’s cheek. “Show me which one is your favorite and we’ll go from there.” Amaimon basically melts, and you can’t help but grin at his reaction. You aren’t sure why a kiss on the cheek makes the indifferent king melt, but you’ll never get over how cute he is.
Amaimon recovers quickly, his golden eyes refocusing as he flips back to the page marked by his finger. "This one," he states decisively, pointing to an elaborate Iro-Uchikake with intricate embroidery depicting chrysanthemums and cranes.
Your mother leans over, examining his choice with a critical eye. "It's beautiful," she admits, "but perhaps a bit heavy for the season? It's going to be quite warm."
"I don't care about the weather," Amaimon says flatly. "I want to see her in this."
The owner nods eagerly, sensing a sale. "We can make adjustments to the inner layers for comfort. The outer appearance would remain the same."
Seti snorts from your lap. "Of course you'd pick the most elaborate one," he mutters to Amaimon. "Something that completely covers her and takes an hour to remove."
Amaimon merely tilts his head. "Yes," he agrees without a hint of embarrassment. "The longer it takes to remove, the more anticipation."
Your face flushes immediately. "Amaimon!" you hiss, mortified that he just said that in front of your mother and a complete stranger. I wish he had a filter sometimes. You sigh, but then again, it’s one of the many things you love about the demon king. It would be better if he didn’t say it in front of strangers or your parents, though.
The owner chuckles knowingly while your mother looks like she's trying to pretend she didn't hear that comment. Seti's ears flatten against his head in clear disgust.
"Maybe we should focus on the practical aspects," your mother says quickly, clearing her throat. "The ceremony will be outdoors, correct?"
"Yes," you confirm, grateful for the change in subject. You study the image Amaimon selected more closely. The Iro-Uchikake is undeniably stunning—red silk with delicate gold threading that captures the light beautifully. "It is gorgeous," you admit.
Amaimon's expression brightens slightly at your approval. "You like it?"
"I do," you say honestly. "But maybe we could look at a few more options? Just to be sure?"
His golden eyes narrow slightly. "You don't want this one?"
"I didn't say that; I just want to see what else is available before making a final decision." You reach over to gently squeeze his hand, reassuring him. "This is definitely a contender," you finish, giving his hand another squeeze.
Amaimon's eyes remain fixed on you for a long moment before he nods slightly. "Fine. Look at others."
The owner, clearly sensing the tension, quickly pulls out another book. As she and your mother flip through more options, Amaimon stays close to your side, his shoulder pressed against yours. His fingers drum lightly on his thigh.
"What do you think of this one?" The owner points to a Shiromuku with delicate red accents on the hem and sleeves.
You study it carefully, aware of Amaimon's gaze on your face rather than on the Shiromuku. "It's beautiful, but I think I prefer the one Amaimon chose."
His fingers stop drumming immediately.
"Really?" your mother asks, sounding surprised. "You don't want to see more?”
“Amaimon is the one who wants the ceremony. So, I’ll let him choose, and it’s beautiful.”
Your mother looks like she might argue for a moment, before she nods in agreement. “It is beautiful and as long as you like it.” She turns to the owner, “You’ll have time to complete it in two weeks?”
“Of course! It’ll be perfection. Come dear, let me take your measurements and then we’ll go over fabric, designs, and colors.”
Amaimon openly stares at you as you stand on a small stool in the middle of the room, dressed only in your underwear as the woman takes your measurements.
"Stop staring," you mumble, feeling heat creep up your neck under his intense golden gaze.
"Why?" Amaimon asks, genuinely confused. "You're my wife."
The owner chuckles as she adjusts her measuring tape around your waist. "He's quite devoted, isn't he?"
Seti lets out a disgusted sound as he perches on a chair with his back facing you. Amaimon wasn’t happy at the prospect of Seti remaining in the room. Without arguing, Seti simply turned around in the chair and closed his eyes to rest. "Devoted is one way to describe it."
Your mother gives Seti a look before turning back to you. "It's sweet that he's so interested in the process."
"Interested in watching me half-naked, you mean," you mutter under your breath.
“Yes." Amaimon nods in agreement with both you and your mother.
The owner laughs outright now. "Well, at least he's honest! Arms up," the owner instructs, wrapping the tape around your bust.
Amaimon's eyes narrow slightly as the woman's hands move around your chest area, even though it's purely professional. His fingers curl against his thighs, and you can practically feel the possessive energy radiating from him.
"Almost done," the owner says cheerfully, ignoring the tension. "Just need to get the shoulder measurements and we'll be finished."
"Amaimon," you say softly, recognizing the signs of his growing discomfort. "It's just measurements."
"I know," he replies, but his voice has that flat quality it takes on when he's restraining himself.
Your mother glances between you and Amaimon, finally sensing the atmosphere. "Perhaps we should discuss the timeline while she finishes up?"
The owner nods, jotting down the final numbers. "Perfect! You can step down now." She turns to Amaimon as you reach for your clothes. "And for the groom's attire? Will you be wearing traditional hakama to match?"
Amaimon's attention shifts from watching you dress back to the woman. "Yes."
"Wonderful! Come, switch places with her. I’ll take your measurements too.”
Despite the owner gesturing toward the curtain for him to step behind and undress, Amaimon stands and starts removing his clothes on the spot, not seeing the point of moving away when he’ll just be in his boxers in the middle of the room for measurements. He half-heartedly folds his clothes, tossing them on the sofa.
“He has a tail," your mother’s eyes widen.
The owner nods, “Yes, most of us do. King of Earth, stand here.” She points to the stool. Amaimon stands where he’s told, tail slightly twitching in irritation.
Your eyes scan his body.
“You’re staring at me.”
“I can’t stare at my husband?”
Amaimon's expression shifts slightly, and the faintest hint of satisfaction crosses his features. "You can stare," he agrees. "I like it when you stare at me."
Seti groans audibly from his chair before quickly standing up and jumping to sit with you again.
The owner works efficiently around Amaimon, her tape measure moving with practiced ease. Unlike when she was measuring you, Amaimon shows no discomfort with her proximity; his attention remains entirely focused on you.
"Excellent proportions," the owner comments professionally. "The traditional hakama will suit you perfectly. Black with gold accents to complement your bride's ensemble?"
"Whatever matches her," Amaimon replies without looking away from you.
The appointment concludes, with the owner promising to keep you updated at every step. Amaimon nearly drags you out of the building, but Seti kindly reminds Amaimon to use the key.
All four of you enter your home. Before anyone else can speak, Seti turns to face you. “Have you packed your bags yet? You leave in a few hours.”
You freeze. Ah crap, I haven’t packed anything. Seti gives you a look as if he’s lost all faith in you. “Go pack your things. Make sure you don’t forget anything, and pack a few extra outfits just in case. Bring more than one bathing suit, and don’t forget the sunscreen. They should sell it on the island, but knowing you, you’ll probably get burnt before you manage to buy it.” He calmly orders you, ignoring Amaimon’s irritation at someone giving orders to his wife.
His eyes then flicker to Amaimon. “You can burn for all I care.”
"I won't burn," Amaimon states flatly, unaffected by Seti's hostility. "Even if I do it’ll heal as fast as it burns.”
Your mother claps her hands together. "Well! I should be going now. I have dinner plans with your father when he finishes work. I need to share everything with him; he was so grumpy about missing the appointment with us." She gives you a quick hug and adds, "I hope you two have a lot of fun. Take lots of pictures! I can’t wait to see everything.”
She affectionately pats your cheek. "Just enjoy yourselves. It's not every day you get to spend a week in paradise with your new husband." Then, she turns to Amaimon, hesitating before giving him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "Please take care of my daughter." It’s hard for her, but the more she sees the two of you together, the more comfortable she becomes. Amaimon is clearly in love, and from what she’s observed, he always wants to look after you. Her eyes flicker to Seti as a thought she’ll never voice crosses her mind. I don’t think anyone could take as good care of her as Seti, though.
Amaimon nods once. "I will."
As your mother leaves, you turn to the task at hand. "I should start packing."
"Yes, you should have done that yesterday," Seti remarks, padding toward the bedroom. "I'll supervise to make sure you don't forget anything important."
Amaimon follows closely behind you, his fingers brushing against yours before intertwining them together.
“I’m excited, I’ve never been somewhere tropical.” The more you think about it, the more giddy you become. When you step into your bedroom, Seti has already changed forms and quickly grabbed some of your shorts to keep Amaimon’s mind at ease.
With the flash of jealousy in Amaimon’s eyes, it’s clear that shorts alone are not enough. However, Seti seems to be in some kind of mood as he speaks bluntly before Amaimon can.
“There are going to be plenty of shirtless men at the beach, get over it.”
“We’re not at the beach.”
“You will be soon. Get your jealousy in check; it’s embarrassing, being jealous over a fox.” Seti mocks Amaimon as he opens your closet and begins throwing clothes onto the bed. “I hope you have more to wear than those tattered, ugly clothes; otherwise, you’ll make _____ look bad.”
“I like his clothes.”
“I’ve noticed,” Seti replies dryly. “Still, it’s your honeymoon, and it’s on a tropical island. He needs to wear something appropriate for the weather; otherwise, he’ll stand out in a bad way—more than he already does.”
Your eyes flicker to Amaimon. Seti’s right. “Let’s focus on my stuff now, then Amaimon will know what to pack.” You open the drawer with your underwear and pajamas, tossing a few into the luggage. This makes Seti fold his ears flat in irritation. He steps back toward the bed holding the luggage and tosses them onto the bed with your other clothes. Mumbling to himself in his native language, he begins folding your underwear. When Amaimon lets out a low growl, Seti snaps his head toward the demon king. “Forgive me for making sure she’s packed properly.” Sarcasm drips from his words before he tosses a pair at Amaimon. “Instead of having a fit, why don’t you fold them, leech?”
Amaimon catches them with ease, and you try not to cringe that your familiar and husband are having one of their episodes over your underwear. “Seti, I can fold the rest-”
“I don’t care.” He cuts you off and continues folding some of your tops. “Go get the toiletries you need.”
You purse your lips. “I’m an adult; I don’t need—"
“Go _____," Seti orders, not bothering to look up from his task. Amaimon’s head snaps to the fox demon for ordering you, but once again, Seti remains focused on his work, unperturbed. “You’re like a child- both of you. Like children.”
“For the Maldives—”
“We’re not going to the Maldives,” Amaimon interrupts.
You pause, staring blankly at the demon king. “Um, I already booked the—”
“Big Brother canceled it.”
Seti is the first to react. “You better tell her you found something better than the Maldives.” He speaks in a low, threatening tone.
“I found something better.”
You glance at Seti, but his eyes are locked on Amaimon, glaring at the demon king. “Keep going, leech.”
“Oh. Phuket.”
“Thailand?” You question.
Amaimon looks thoughtful for a moment. “Is that where Phuket is?”
Slowly, you put down the sun lotion and step closer to Amaimon, grabbing his face between your hands. “Amaimon, do you have a hotel booked in Phuket?”
“No.”
“Amaimon.”
“Big brother booked a private house. He said there are more things for us to do in Phuket.” Amaimon extends his hand, and a brochure appears, with information about Phuket. You quickly kiss him and take the brochure, skimming through its content.
“Are these activities you want to try?” There is a list of several things to do: bungee jumping, ziplining, cave exploring, snorkeling, rock climbing, skydiving, and hiking trails. A lot of different fun outdoor activities. Seti stands, glancing at the brochure over your shoulder, after a second, he plucks it from your hands. “When was the trip changed?” He questions Amaimon calmly, though you can pick up the sharp edge in his tone. He’s pissed.
“Yesterday.”
Seti places his hands on your shoulders. “You were planning to open the door to Thailand instead of the Maldives without any warning, weren’t you?” His tone, despite being framed as a question, it’s more of a statement.
“Get your hands off my wife,” Amaimon replies, narrowing his eyes at the tanned man.
Seti simply rolls his eyes and leans closer to you, his hand gripping your shoulder more tightly as his warm breath brushes against your ear while he speaks. “Keep a tight leash on the leech. There will be more people in Thailand, so make sure to keep him by your side at all times.”
He turns his attention to Amaimon, “Your jealousy over a familiar is disturbing.” He frowns as he shoves you into the demon king’s arms.
Amaimon catches you effortlessly, his arms encircling your waist as he glares at Seti. "You're not just a fox," he states flatly. "You take human form to provoke me."
"I take human form because it's convenient," Seti counters, crossing his arms. "Not everything revolves around you, demon."
You place a calming hand on Amaimon's chest, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath your palm. "Both of you, enough."
Amaimon's golden eyes remain fixed on Seti for a moment longer before shifting to you. His expression softens marginally. "I'll help you pack."
"Wonderful," Seti mutters sarcastically. "The leech knows how to fold clothes. Anyway, do you know what you’re going to pack? You do have proper summer clothes and swimsuits, right?” Seti stares at Amaimon expectedly. After a moment, Amaimon nods.
Twenty minutes later, both of you are packed and ready to leave.
“The house has Wi-Fi connected; don’t forget you need to find a store and get a SIM card before doing anything else,” Seti reminds you. “If anything happens just summon me, don’t let him get too far from you. Try to keep his jealousy in check.”
You grin as Seti fusses over you, ensuring you have everything and that you know what to do when you arrive. You’ve traveled out of the country before; you know what to do when you arrive. Still, you bite your tongue.
“Thank you, Seti. We’ll see you in a week.” You grin looking up at the taller man, who frowns slightly.
He stares into your eyes, his concern is clear. “I’m serious _____. Summon me if anything happens.”
“I will, I promise.”
His ears flatten against his head. “Right, I’ll clean up while you’re gone. I’m already in this damned form; I’ll wash the laundry and sheets. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
“You don’t have to-“
“I’m aware I don’t have to, but I’m already in this form. When was the last time you washed these sheets? I’m sure they need it since the leech has moved in.”
“Seti!”
Amaimon's expression doesn't change, but his hand tightens around yours at Seti's implication. "We're leaving now," he states flatly, reaching for your hand.
"Yes, yes, go enjoy your honeymoon," Seti waves dismissively, though his eyes remain fixed on you with unmistakable concern. "And remember what I said."
You squeeze Amaimon's hand reassuringly before giving Seti a quick, one-armed hug. "I'll be fine. Try not to worry too much."
Amaimon pulls out the key Mephisto gave him, examining it carefully before inserting it into your apartment door.
"Ready?" Amaimon asks, his golden eyes meeting yours.
You nod, excitement bubbling up inside you despite the tension of the last few minutes. "Ready."
He pushes the door open, and instead of revealing the hallway of your apartment building, you are greeted by warm, humid air filled with the scent of salt and tropical flowers. Beyond the doorway lies a beautiful, open-space living room, and across from you is a balcony overlooking crystal-blue water. You gasp at the sight. It’s beautiful.
Amaimon gently nudges you further in the doorway to close the door behind you. “It’s big.” He bluntly states.
“Way too big for just two people.” You reply as you step towards the balcony, wanting a better view.
The view from the balcony steals your breath. Turquoise water stretches to the horizon, meeting a sky painted with the soft oranges and pinks of approaching sunset. Trees frame the private beach below.
"It's paradise," you whisper, gripping the railing. "Amaimon, look at this!"
He steps beside you, his golden eyes taking in the scene with methodical assessment rather than awe. "It's acceptable," he says finally, though his hand slides possessively around your waist. "Private. That's good."
You lean into his touch, still mesmerized by the panoramic view. “It’s more private than the villas at the Maldives.” You comment, noticing there aren’t any houses that close to you.
"It’s why Big Brother suggested it," Amaimon states, his thumb tracing small circles on your hip. "The Maldives would have had too many humans nearby." He steps closer, his chest pressing against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "This place is just for us."
The warmth of his body against yours is comforting in the unfamiliar setting. You place your hands over his where they rest on your stomach, feeling content despite the abrupt change in plans.
"What exactly happened that made you change the destination? I assume Mephisto had a significant part in it since you didn’t know Phuket is in Thailand," you ask, curious about his decision-making process.
"He said the Maldives would be boring for me after a day." His lips brush against your neck as he speaks. "Too much sitting. Not enough to do."
You turn in his arms to face him, smiling at his practical reasoning. "And you think I'll enjoy ziplining and cave exploring more than lounging on a beach?"
"Yes." He says without hesitation. "You like adventures."
The simple truth of his statement makes your heart flutter. He knows you better than you sometimes give him credit for.
"You're right," you pull him into a sweet kiss. “I’m excited about it.”
Amaimon glances down. “We have our own private pool, and Big Brother said the beach is private too.”
“That’s great, Seti was worried about you being around a lot of humans.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I need to keep you on a tight leash.”
Amaimon's eyes narrow at your words, his golden gaze sharpening with interest. "A leash?" His hands slide down to grip your hips more firmly. "I don't need a leash."
"Seti seems to think otherwise," you tease, running your fingers through his green hair. "He's worried you'll get jealous of humans and hurt them."
"I don't get jealous," Amaimon states flatly, though his grip on you tightens slightly. "I just don't like sharing what's mine."
You laugh softly at his distinction. "That's what jealousy is, Amaimon. Doesn’t matter. I married you. I love you. There’s nothing to be jealous of. I don’t want anyone else.” You lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute when you blush, I could stare at you all day."
He leans into your touch. "This vessel is too sensitive," he mutters, but makes no move to pull away from your hands.
"I like this vessel," you murmur, brushing your thumbs across his cheekbones. "I like everything about you."
“Yes, I’ve noticed.” Amaimon presses his forehead against yours.
You step back and grin. “So, what do you want to do first?- not that.” You sigh.
Amaimon gives you a deadpan stare. “Isn’t that what the honeymoon is for?”
"Eventually," you reply, stepping just out of his grasp with a playful smile. "But first, I want to explore this place. It's huge, and I want to see everything before the sun sets completely."
Amaimon tilts his head, observing you with those unblinking golden eyes. "We have a week to explore."
"And we'll need it," you say, already moving toward the sliding glass door that leads back into the house. "Come on, let's see the whole house."
With a slight sigh that you pretend not to hear, Amaimon follows you inside. The interior is just as impressive as the view—open concept with high ceilings, tastefully decorated in whites and blues that complement the ocean outside. The kitchen shines with high-end appliances, and the living area showcases plush furniture arranged to enhance the views.
"It's beautiful," you breathe, running your hand along the smooth counter. "Mephisto really outdid himself."
Amaimon shrugs, his attention already drifting elsewhere. "It’s okay."
You wander down a hallway, pushing open doors as you go. A home office, a small gym, and then the master bedroom. You gasp as you step inside—the room is enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer the same breathtaking ocean view. A massive king-sized bed dominates the space, draped in crisp white linens that appear impossibly soft. Off to one side is an open doorway leading to what must be the most luxurious bathroom you've ever seen.
"Amaimon, look at this tub!" you call out, stepping into the bathroom where a deep soaking tub sits beneath a window. "It's big enough for both of us."
Amaimon stands in the doorway, his golden eyes surveying the space with that methodical assessment he applies to everything new. "We should try it later," he says simply, though the gleam in his eyes suggests he's already imagining the possibilities.
You turn back to the bedroom and notice a small note on the nightstand. Picking it up, you recognize Mephisto's handwriting:
Dear newlyweds,
Consider this my proper wedding gift. The kitchen is fully stocked, and I've organized activities throughout the week—details are in the folder on the kitchen table. Enjoy your honeymoon.
You pass the note for Amaimon to read and walk back out of the bedroom, curious about what Mephisto might have planned. Amaimon follows you quickly, but something else on the kitchen table catches Amaimon’s attention. “What’s this?”
He picks up a mangosteen, turning it over in his hands with mild curiosity. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“Mangosteen, it’s really good.” You pick up another one and carefully demonstrate to Amaimon how to open it. He watches as the dark burgundy shell is easily cracked open, revealing the white flesh inside. “Take a piece, try not to get a piece of the shell accidentally, it’s really bitter. But the fruit is amazing.”
He follows your instructions, pinching a wedge of the chilled fruit between his claws.
“Oh, there is a seed too; be careful not to bite it.”
Amaimon studies it for a moment before popping it between his lips. He chews slowly, rolling the flavor over on his tongue as if evaluating its quality as a new biological substance. His eyes widen slightly at the taste — a surprise, then pleasure. He cracks open three more, stacking the white segments on a small plate.
“Good?” you ask as you lean against the counter.
He wipes a smear of juice from his lip with the back of his hand. “Yes. You can have the rest if you want.” But before you can respond, he has already begun dismantling another mangosteen.
“Save some for the rest of the week,” you tease.
He shrugs, “We can buy more.”
You slide a segment into your own mouth, sweet and soft. “Yeah, maybe tomorrow since you’re finishing them tonight.”
You direct your attention back to the folder, flipping it open to find a well-organized itinerary. Each page is color-coded and cross-referenced with glossy brochures for every potential activity. As you scan through, everything, Amaimon brings a piece of fruit to your lips. You easily open your mouth for him. “Mephisto already booked up a couples massage for tomorrow evening.” You share with Amaimon. “He booked them to come here.”
Amaimon tilts his head. "Why would we need a massage?"
You consider how to answer. "They’re professionals and will know where to work that’ll be most beneficial. Also it’s kind of a honeymoon thing." You trail off as he slides another mangosteen segment into your mouth, entirely focused on the sensation of your lips around his fingers.
“What happened to your claws?” You question him between him putting more fruit into your mouth.
“I bit them off.”
You glance at his hand, he’s only removed the ones on his index and thumb, probably while you were focused on the folder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll remove more tonight.”
“Shut up.” He observes your face as it begins to flush with embarrassment. “Anyway, people get massages because they help them relax.”
"I'm already relaxed," he replies.
"Try it," you suggest. "If you hate it, you can end it.”
"Fine," he agrees, tearing open another mangosteen.
Leaning closer to him, you kiss his cheek. “I love you.”
You keep flipping through the pages—scuba lessons, a cooking class, some kind of local wildlife sanctuary tour, beach horseback riding. “Oh, he booked us a photoshoot. With a professional photographer.”
The photographer's social media is in the folder, so you decide to quickly look it up. “Amaimon, he does snorkeling photos.” Your eyes scan the images of various people in the ocean, swimming over coral as tropical fish swim around them.
“It looks fun, what do you think?” Amaimon glances at your phone, and you can see from the look in his eyes that he doesn’t see how it’d be fun. He stares blankly at the phone and then back at you. “Yes.”
You can’t help but laugh at his response. “You’re an awful liar.”
"No, I’d just rather do something that makes you happy," he adds, and its honesty silences any teasing retort from your tongue.
You flip to the next page and grin. "It's okay, we can skip snorkeling if you don't want to. Look," you nudge him, "Mephisto scheduled ziplining for the morning after the massage."
“No. I want to go snorkeling.” Amaimon takes the phone from you. “I want a photo of you like this. I need a new lockscreen.” He holds up a photo of a woman staring wide-eyed at something that wasn’t captured in the picture. It’s a shocked, almost scared expression.
You roll your eyes, “Is your lockscreen me now?”
“Yes, and the wallpaper.” He pulls out his phone to show you a picture of you sleeping against his chest.
“Do you often take photos of me when I’m sleeping?” You joke.
“Yes.”
You go to reach for the phone, but he holds it out of your reach. “How many embarrassing photos of me do you have?”
“I don’t think they’re embarrassing.”
“Amaimon.”
“______.”
You open your mouth to argue but then snap it shut. The demon king isn't going to delete those photos; you’d just be wasting your time. “Fine, keep your photos, but you better not show anyone.”
“Why would I share pictures of my wife with others? I’d kill them if they asked.”
"Please don't kill anyone on our honeymoon." You laugh, teasing but only half-joking. In the dimming light, every gleam in Amaimon's eyes could mean anything.
He considers. "Fine."
You turn your attention back to the folder. “Oh look, cave exploring, we should do that.” You pass the brochure to Amaimon; there are multiple in the folder. “Also rock climbing, ziplining, bungee jumping, an elephant sanctuary. God, a week isn’t going to be enough.” You laugh.
“We will come back after the wedding then.” Amaimon casually shrugs.
Your eyes widen in disbelief at his words. “We can’t do that, we have stuff to do.”
He gives you a deadpan stare. “What?”
“You know…stuff.”
He ignores your attempt to think of a reason you can’t. He has no problem dragging you back on vacation after the wedding. The honeymoon is supposed to be after the wedding anyway. He glances up, mid-brochure. “Which one do you want to do first?”
You glance out towards the beach. “Let’s explore the beach before sunset?”
He shrugs amiably, closes the folder with a muted thud, and rises to his feet, already reaching for your hand.
Outside, the air feels thicker and stickier. You walk with Amaimon along a path that leads straight to the sand. Above, the sky has already begun to shift into a ripe apricot hue along the horizon, bleeding into pink clouds over the water. A cluster of palm trees leans over the edge of the private strand, their leaves rattling in the salt wind. You glance down at your sandals and then at the soft sand. After a moment of thought, you take them off, choosing to leave them at the end of the walkway. Amaimon also kicks off the sandals Mephisto had gifted him as part of a honeymoon package.
You squeal as Amaimon easily lifts you with a quick movement, carrying you a few steps before gently setting you down so your toes sink into the wet sand where the tide meets the shore. He stands behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, and for a full minute, he simply holds you there with his head resting on your left shoulder.
“This is better than the Maldives.” He states bluntly.
You smile, unable to stop yourself from laughing. "We could have just come to Japan's southern beaches, you know."
He doesn't answer, only tightens his hold and tucks his chin into your shoulder.
“I can’t believe how much my life has changed in just a few months.” You turn your face to speak to him directly. "Sometimes when I wake up, I expect to find Seti curled up beside me. That maybe all of this was a dream because it doesn’t make any sense.”
Amaimon pulls back enough to look at you, his expression solemn in the fading light. "It's real," he says. "I'm real." As if to prove this, he runs the tip of a claw along your jaw.
You laugh softly, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. “One minute I was working, bringing home a random demon king to keep anyone from getting hurt, then I get told I have to escort the demon king around Tokyo, and now we’re living together. Married. On a beach.” You shake your head, the absurdity of it all making you dizzy. “Will you ever get tired of this?”
Amaimon’s answer—delivered without even a pause—was an unmistakable, “No.”
“Let’s come back here every year,” you grin. “For our anniversary.”
Amaimon stares into your eyes. “The house is large; can we bring a child next time?”
You take a step back, feeling over-warm in the humid air. “You really don’t want to wait a year, do you?”
His hand slips up, cupping your face, his thumb drawing a slow line under your lip. “Isn’t that what humans do? Bring children to the beach. Make memories.”
His logic, though simple and self-contained, feels both strangely foreign and unexpectedly heartfelt.
You lean into his palm, feeling the coolness of his skin even in the twilight heat. “Do you really want children that badly?”
“I don’t know, I never thought about children until recently. You want to wait a year to have a child, so in two years we can bring our child.”
You rest your head against his chest, beneath your cheek, and you can feel his heart pounding. “You’re serious, aren’t you? About the anniversary… the child, all of it?”
“Yes.”
After a moment, you sit and pull Amaimon down next to you, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“I don’t like being alone,” His words shock you, you aren’t sure where why he’s bringing it up. You smooth sand over his toes. “Not at all?”
He shrugs. “I used to. Now it’s boring.” He picks up a handful of sand and lets it run through his fingers, watching the grains fall. “I miss you when I’m alone.”
“You’ve felt that way since the beginning, haven’t you?” Again, you wonder if Amaimon is right about being soulmates. He was so attached from the start, and you took it as curiosity, while the demon king was falling in love with you, fast and hard.
“Yes.”
You give him a gentle squeeze. “Do you want to go for a swim in the pool?”
“Do we have to wear swimsuits?”
"Not if you don't want to," you tease, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.
The walk back is smooth. Amaimon takes your hand, gripping it tightly, and when you look up, the stars are now fully out—brighter and more numerous than you've ever seen in Tokyo.
There’s a small outdoor shower right at the edge of the walkway before it steps onto your deck. You grab Amaimon and drag him toward it, making sure to rinse off most of the sand from the demon king before doing the same for yourself.
Amaimon doesn’t bother changing into swimwear at all; by the time you step out in your modest black bikini, he’s already outside by the infinity pool, flicking his tail experimentally over the water’s surface.
You open the glass door and step out into the humid night air. The pool glows with underwater LEDs, a surreal turquoise that makes your skin look iridescent. Amaimon is bare, sitting on the edge, dangling his legs, staring at the water. He looks thoughtful, almost subdued.
You sit next to him, feet dangling so your toes break the glossy surface. The pool is cool but not painfully so.
“Why did you put that on? You should take it off.” He eyes your swimsuit.
"I'm not skinny-dipping on our first night," you retort, digging your toes into the smooth tile at the pool's side.
He cocks his head, clearly dubious. "I've seen you naked already. Many times."
"And you will again. Later."
A pause. "Later tonight?"
You grin, pushing the demon king into the water. It’s deep enough that it’s over your head and you can swim easily. He swims up to the surface, his golden eyes staring blankly at you. “Later tonight?” he asks again.
“Come swim with me now, and we’ll see,” you challenge from the edge, slipping in with a smooth kick and submerging yourself until the water muffles the world.
When you resurface, you can tell from his slow blink and neutral expression that he’s not quite sure what to do. “Haven’t you swum before?”
“Not for fun. I don’t understand why humans do it.”
Amaimon floats closer before slipping under the water. Underwater, his tail coils and uncoils, giving him an inhuman ease of movement, predatory and smooth. When he surfaces beside you, he studies your face intently, as if decoding a cipher, his irises burning gold in the light. "You were staring at my tail,"
You flush, caught. "It’s hard not to. It’s kind of—"
"Perfect," he finishes, unabashed. Used to your nonstop compliments. "I like when you look at me." Then, without warning, he ducks under the water and surfaces behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His mouth finds the seam between your neck and shoulder, warm against the chill from the pool, his fangs lightly graze your skin.
You gasp as he spins you in the water, pulling you close against his chest. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, almost dragging you both back underwater. You laugh, surprised and breathless.
Amaimon lifts you slightly, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while he carefully shifts his arms in the water, keeping both of you afloat. "You said 'later,'" he reminds you. "It's later now."
You catch your breath, squirming slightly as his grip tightens, both of you bobbing together in the neon-blue water. "You really have no patience, do you?"
He's so close, the lines between cold-blooded and affectionate completely erased in the humid night. His tongue flicks over your collarbone, tasting the thin film of salt left there from sweat and sea spray. "No.” He answers flatly.
“We should get out of the water then.”
“I thought I told you I want to have sex in a pool. One of the reasons the Maldives wouldn’t work. Too close to others.”
You nip his jaw, and he nearly melts in your arms. “Tomorrow. I want to take a shower, rinse off all this salt and chlorine, and get comfortable in bed tonight. Maybe watch a movie and go to sleep- I’m joking. Don’t look at me like that.” You pinch his cheek as he stares unimpressed.
“If you want to sleep, we will sleep.”
You pull him into another kiss, “I love you.”
“Do you want to sleep?”
“I’m not tired.”
“Good.”
Chapter 28: Chapter 28
Notes:
I'm not sure if anyone is reading this here. So I might stop posting this story here along with the Amaimon x Student one.
Honestly, it's depressing not knowing if anyone is reading and I've been going through a lot recently and just don't want to post here and continue to get no reactions. It feels like shit. So my tumblr is fanfictionstuff
Chapter Text
“Oh, you’re awake.”
You lightly laugh upon hearing Amaimon’s voice from your left. He is already sitting up in bed, watching a video on his phone. “Good morning, Amaimon.” you turn onto your side and wrap your arm around his waist. “Did you get any rest?”
“Yes. I slept for a few hours. You exhausted me last night,” he replies flatly, and you pinch his hip while feeling your face burn as you press against the pillow. “Shut up.”
Amaimon tosses his phone aside and shifts his focus entirely to you, running his claws gently along your face. “I’ve found something I want to do. Unless you'd rather stay in bed all day, I like that idea too.”
“We can do whatever you want," you promise him. “Let’s get up; we need to shower and have breakfast first.”
“It’s lunchtime, and I can’t get up; you’re holding me down.” He looks pointedly at his waist.
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“What is that?” You can’t help but laugh at the white t-shirts he’s holding up for you; they’re painfully tacky. In his left hand, he holds your shirt.
Girlfriend
Fiancée
Wife
He holds them so you can also see his shirt clearly.
Boyfriend
Fiancé
Husband.
“Amaimon, what are these?” You repeat.
“Shirts. This one is yours.” He throws the wife one at your head.
You shouldn’t be as shocked as you are; the demon king wants everyone to know you’re his. Of course, he’d like horribly tacky shirts that make it clear to everyone. Still… ”This is the only one, right?”
“No, there are more.”
Of course, there are. You have to turn away to keep from laughing, not wanting to hurt his feelings. Wait, is this the worst one? This has to be the worst, right? You pull the shirt over your head; it’s perfect for Thailand—lightweight and comfortable. “So, what are we doing?”
“Cave exploring.”
“Sounds fun. Do you know which caves we will go to?” You figure he was looking it up while you were sleeping.
He nods and tells you the name, but since you don’t know much about Thailand or the caves, you just nod in agreement, trusting whatever he chooses. “There are two apps you can use to book different activities and get transportation.” Amaimon points to an app on his phone, and you raise your brows, impressed. Since it was last minute, you didn’t have time to look up apps you’d use in Thailand. You take the phone from him; the app open is one for delivery services and transportation. The second is for various experiences. It includes many options Mephisto mentioned in the folder and even has pickups for it.
“Are we going to a cave with this service?”
“No. We will only use transportation. I don’t want to tour with humans.”
“I’m a human.”
“You’re my wife. The only human I like.”
You raise a brow. “You don’t like my parents?”
“Not really.” He shrugs, walking across the bedroom to grab a backpack you hadn’t noticed earlier. “It might be cold in the cave,” he explains before you can ask him why he’s packing a lightweight green jacket for you.
He steps out of the bedroom with the bag to head into the kitchen. “I will pack snacks, what do you want?”
He has already upturned every cabinet, the fridge door hanging open, its faint beeping ignored. There’s a small pile of snacks on the counter: chips, dried seaweed, candy bars, dried mango, and bottles of soda.
You lean on the counter, watching him consider packing a third bag of chips. When he senses you staring, he side-eyes you without a full turn of the head.
“I want fruit,” you tell him. “And coffee.”
Amaimon tosses a few bottles of water into the backpack with the rest of his haul. “There’s fruit outside the caves. We can pick some before we go inside the cave. Also, you can buy coffee at the shops before you reach the caves.”
You raise a brow but don’t argue and hope he’s right. You don’t need fruit or coffee, so it’s not a big deal if he’s wrong. Then again, “If you’re wrong about fruit you can sleep in the bedroom across the hall,” you joke. But Amaimon doesn’t take it as a joke; he turns his full attention to you, looking utterly offended before sharply walking to the fridge to grab a few oranges.
“My queen is so demanding,” he mumbles to himself as he carefully arranges the oranges in the bag.
You hold back a laugh as you help him zip the overstuffed bag. “This is enough for two weeks,” you joke, lifting the bag and feeling the real weight of the snacks and sodas inside. “We’re not trying to survive an apocalypse.”
Amaimon shrugs, easily pulls it from your grasp, and plants a lingering kiss on your temple. “What if you get lost in the cave for two weeks?” he speaks, his tone flat. “You have to be prepared.”
But you doubt he’d ever actually let anything happen to you. “You’d let us get lost?”
He considers, one claw tapping his chin. “Maybe not, the bed here is more comfortable than a cave.”
You snort but don’t disagree, especially since you don’t have a sleeping bag packed. You stare at the overly stuffed bag. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if he does have one packed. “So, you got the bug spray and sunscreen too. Right?”
“Yes, you are too sensitive.”
“Sorry for being human.” You speak dryly.
“You’re forgiven.”
You sigh, tugging the shirt down over your hips. "Let's go, demon king," you tease, waving toward the door. Amaimon takes the pack and follows you down the stairs.
It’s only eight in the morning outside, but it’s already unbearably hot and humid—almost suffocating. You are tempted to say, "Never mind,” and walk back into the house, but remember that the cave should be cooler, so you decide to tough it out.
In front of the house, the ride he’s booked is a white SUV. Amaimon walks calmly to the car, opens the door behind the passenger seat for you, and climbs in after you. The driver, a friendly older Thai woman, smiles brightly as she greets you.
The drive is longer than you expected, over an hour. The whole time, Amaimon has your hand, lacing your fingers together as he keeps staring at you. “Amaimon, there are better things to stare at—wait. Please don’t give me some cheesy line.”
Amaimon hums to himself. “Okay, but you need to tell me what is better to stare at than my queen. I’ll wait.”
You groan, regretting your own setup. "At least look at the scenery. We’re in a new country, it’s so different from Japan. You could at least pretend to be interested in the local culture."
He shrugs. “You are my culture.”
You open and close your mouth, trying to wrap your head around his response. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It makes sense to me.”
You notice distant villages and roadside shacks, a market with children running in the dust, thin dogs trotting through, crates of fruit you’ve never seen in person. A few you don’t recognize.
"Look," you hiss quietly, jabbing Amaimon in the side when you spot a woman riding a motorbike with four children and a basket stacked with eggs. He grunts, eyes moving only for a second before his attention flicks back to you. You nearly laugh; he looks offended, you tried to turn his attention to something other than you. “New cultures are always interesting. I hope we can visit different temples.”
He doesn’t seem to agree, but you know the demon king will do whatever you want.
Finally, you arrive at the cave entrance—a natural archway shaded by massive old trees and lined with bright plastic snack stands and souvenir shops. There is coffee, just as Amaimon promised. You make a point of ordering two iced drinks. You pick your favorite and get the same for Amaimon. He drinks it without any complaints.
At the entrance, there are many foreigners from all over the world. Some Westerners look at you and smile. One couple even comes up to you to say congratulations. “We’re on our honeymoon, too,” the wife gushes and points to her own cheesy shirt.
The husband greets Amaimon, but he stares vacantly back, making his disinterest in them and their new marriage clear. It's awkward, but they get the hint and congratulate again, mentioning that they’re part of a tour group. When you tell them you’re not part of a group, they nod in understanding and tell you goodbye.
Amaimon pulls you toward the entrance. There’s a small stand with a man selling maps for those exploring solo. You make sure to buy one.
Inside, the light quickly fades into deep blue, punctuated by narrow bands of LED lights strung along the rough.
There are different paths the further along you go. Amaimon eyes each one curiously before deciding to tug you toward the one on the right. “Wait, Amaimon, this says it’s kinda advanced.” Each path is colored differently on the map to show the level of difficulty.
“It’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “Yes.”
After walking for an hour, the lighting in the cave that had been set up is slowly starting to become more spaced out. You hold on tightly to Amaimon’s hand; being in a dark cave like this is a bit unsettling. Ten minutes later, it’s gradually becoming narrower. The location doesn’t seem to be on the map if you were tracing the turns correctly.
“I think we’re lost,” you sigh. You stop, realizing you’ll have to squeeze through the walls, and you’re uncomfortable with that. But Amaimon keeps going until he reaches the point where he has to bend over. Then he stares at you expectantly when you don’t move.
“I’m not crawling in there.”
Amaimon stares blankly at you, hunched over with his hand extended for you to take. “Why?”
“Haven’t you seen The Enigma of Amigara Fault?” you huff, taking a step back. Amaimon follows you, moving to stand straight again.
“I don’t know what that is.” comes his blunt reply. You reach for his shoulder, knocking away some small stones, then move your hand from his shoulder, brushing your fingers along his warm jaw, moving up until you reach the tip of his ear.
“We can watch the anime tomorrow since it’s our day to relax. I think you’ll like it; it’s by Junji Ito. I’m sure you’ve heard of him—he's a manga artist.”
Amaimon nods. “Okay, if you’re scared to go into the cave because of it, it must be interesting.” He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you toward the area he was trying to crawl through.
Fear washes over you. “Amaimon––“
“You’re married to the King of Earth. You’ll be fine.” He assures you.
Carefully, you take your hand back. “Yeah, but are you sure? How far along do you have to be in that position? If it gets any smaller, it’ll be hard to get out.”
“It’s a few meters, then it’ll open.”
Nope. No. People die from this kind of thing. You gulp. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why don’t you trust me? I am your husband. I won’t let anything happen to my wife—my queen.”
Still, you don’t move.
“Would you trust the fox?”
“What does Seti have to do with this?”
“Answer my question.”
You pause for a moment. Would you trust Seti? Of course. It comes too quickly, and a slight guilt twists in your stomach. But Seti is tiny; he’d probably run ahead, check, and then come back to tell you it’s safe.
Amaimon can see the answer clearly on your face. “Why? Why do you trust him more than me?”
“It’s not that I trust him more. Seti literally weighs just one kg. He could go ahead first and—" You pause, Amaimon isn’t impressed with your answer. “He could go first, and then come back if it was dangerous.” The words die on your tongue as you realize — that’s exactly what Amaimon is doing even now.
“I will go. Find the opening, and come back so you know it’s safe," he finally says.
Your eyes widen. “You’re going to leave me?” But you’re also scared—what if Amaimon mistakes something as safe because it’s safe for him? What if a certain area he passes through is safe for a demon king but not for a human? That's something you can see him doing. But with Seti’s experience with humans, he’d know better. He’d be more cautious.
“Yes.”
You open your mouth to protest, but he’s already gone, crawling through the opening on hands and knees, the backpack scraping against the stone before he swings it off and tosses it ahead.
A moment later, his voice echoes back, distorted. “Do you want me to come back or can you come by yourself?” He calls from the opening of the tunnel he crawled through.
You hesitate; you want to call out are you sure it’s safe, how long it will take, and other multiple questions. But Amaimon loves you. He’s your husband. You need to trust him. You set your jaw—pride, love, and exasperation all tangled up in your spine—and drop to your knees. “It’s okay, I can do it.” The first meter is the worst. You have to suck in your stomach, and you slip at one point but quickly catch yourself.
There’s a moment of breathless fear when the stone presses cold and tight against your ribcage, but you keep moving because you trust him. On your elbows and knees, you inch forward, the rough rock scraping your skin, until suddenly the tunnel opens up and you’re moving into a large open space.
You gasp, not just from the rush of air but at the sight itself: the main chamber is two or three stories tall, its walls mottled with old water stains and mineral deposits. Stalactites hang like the teeth of some ancient monster, and far above, small holes in the stone let in stray shafts of sunlight that illuminate the floating dust and fine mist. The air is cold but dazzlingly clear, and it smells faintly of minerals, old rain, and something else—something raw, green, and alive.
Amaimon is waiting just outside the entrance, his eyes already locked on you, studying your reaction with hungry attention. “You did it,” he says, as if he never doubted, and dusts off your hair before pulling you upright.
You’re shaking, a little from the adrenaline and a little from the beauty. “This is incredible,” you say softly, your voice echoing slightly. There’s a small pond full of fish and ancient-looking relics. “Oh wow,” you carefully walk up to one that looks like a tiger, carved into the wall. Beside it is a Buddha. You don’t touch them, just stare at their beauty. The area seems rather well maintained, so locals, most likely practicing Buddhists mentioned on the flyer, must come to keep it well preserved from time to time.
Amaimon pauses, slowly turning to face something on his left, another narrow pathway. This time, he doesn’t coax you to follow him; instead, he leaves the bag by your side and starts climbing through the pathway alone.
Curious, you approach the opening and call out, “Where are you going?”
“There is a nest. I want to see it.” Amaimon explains bluntly.
A nest? You tilt your head in curiosity. "A nest of what?” You hear movement and then sense something is off. Your first instinct is to reach for a weapon, but you only touch your pants, which hold no weapon. “Amaimon?”
“Hobgoblins.” He explains. “I want to see them.”
Oh, right. Hobgoblins are kin of Amaimon.
There’s something oddly childlike about how he’s drawn to the nest, as if curiosity and kin recognition have overridden every other instinct. You peer into the narrow crack in the rock, squinting past the dimness to see Amaimon’s back, odd green hair shimmering under the silvered light. For a moment, you think he’s whispering to himself, but then you realize the faint, chittering noises echoing from deeper in the cave aren’t his at all. Goosebumps rise on your arms.
Of course, he’d find a nest of hobgoblins and get distracted. You sit and calmly wait for your husband. As long as they aren’t disturbed too much or destroy any relics in the cave, it’s all right.
When Amaimon crawls back out, you see he’s brought a few of them with him. “They followed.” he explains when you raise a brow. “Go back to your nest.” he orders, and to your surprise, they listen to him after making a few grunting sounds.
“You know, I haven’t seen Behemoth recently.”
“Seti would probably be jealous if my familiar joined us on our honeymoon while he was left at home.”
You sigh, “I didn’t mean to summon him now, just pointing out I haven’t seen him recently.”
“I can summon him. If you want.” Amaimon cocks his head, pausing to shake the dust off his hands. The idea almost amuses you—a honeymoon among demons, your husband flanked by his familiar and your “supervillain” lap-fox at home, sulking and folding clothes.
“No,” you say, smiling at him. “This is our time. I just hadn’t thought about it.” You move to sit on a smooth rock and take a long breath of mineral-soaked air. There is a stillness here, ancient and perfect. Amaimon settles beside you, close, and for a moment, you simply sit in the cool cave. Faint sounds drift from the narrows behind—chittering, water slaps as tiny fish dart near the surface.
Your hand rests effortlessly on Amaimon’s. His thumb gently circles your knuckle. You feel like you could sit like this forever.
“It’s strange. I never really paid attention to any human custom before you.”
You catch sight of his profile, his jaw sharp in the blue light. “What customs do you like?”
“All of them with you.” He looks at you. “I like being bound to you. I like wearing the shirt.” He tugs at the edge of your sleeve, expression unreadable but lips a little parted. “Even if it’s ugly.”
You laugh, and the sound ricochets off the cave walls.
Amaimon’s gaze drifts to the pond, the carved figures beyond its rim.
“You’re the one who chose these tacky shirts.”
He narrows his eyes. “I like everyone knowing you are mine.”
“The rings aren’t enough?”
“The shirts are bolder, clearer to people across rooms and meters away.”
He pauses, then slyly looks at the wall of painted tigers and stone Buddhas as if they might also need reminding. “I want the world to see.”
You lightly elbow him in the ribs, but he just grins, flashes of sharp white in the dim. “Maybe we should get you a matching hat,” you joke.
He glances at you, then at the shirts. “Okay, tomorrow we’ll get matching hats.” He’s not joking. Despite his apparent indifference to human norms, he likes this—likes the binding, the public display, the visible proof.
You squeeze his hand. “You’re good for me, you know that?” The words come out quieter than you intend them to.
He tilts his head, puzzled. “I know I am good for you.” He studies your face and adds, almost gently, “You are also good for me.” Then, as an afterthought, he adds, “Your fox disagrees. Your parents, too. Demons and humans aren’t supposed to be good for each other. But, one of your ancestors decided a demon was good for them, too.”
“It’s strange to think about. I assume they were also an exorcist. It’s hard to imagine exorcists falling in love with demons.”
He looks thoughtful for a moment. “There is a saying,” his hand tightens around yours as he tries to remember it. “Pot meet kettle. That’s the right saying, right?”
You snort. “Yeah.”
He lifts your hand, presses his lips to your ring, and then to the inside of your wrist.
He watches the pulse at your neck for a beat, then rests his head against your shoulder, surrendering himself completely in your presence.
“You’re cold.” He’s right, the damp chill of the cave seeps through your sleeves. Without warning, he pulls the green jacket from where he stashed it in the bag and drapes it over your shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist. You push your arms through and lean into him.
“Let’s see more.” He grabs your hand, pulling you toward another path.
“You'd better not get us lost.”
“Trust your husband more.”
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