smut-goblin:

Kofi monster matches – Za’an the Flayer

Lovely @tea-ring has donated to my kofis asking for a monster match. Hope you like him, dear!

-”Let me get this straight” – the hulking monstrosity in your kitchen used the smaller, almost human (if one ignored the slate grey colours of his skin and obsidian claws) set of arms to rub the space between his milky eyes. -”You made yourself tea, tripped, dropped the mug and the leaves and shattered remains formed the mystical sigil of my name to summon me? And then you managed to cut yourself on the shard, thus sealing the summoning with blood?”

-”I am sorry?”- you offered, smiling nervously.

The being left out a frustrated sigh through the nostrils. The larger set of his arms rested on the floor, knuckles first. His angular head bobbed up and down, long jagged teeth gnashing together.

-”And you are no witch, warlock, mage summoner or practitioner of any kind and have no idea how to send me back?”

-”No”

-”As I am bound I cannot research or even suggest to you the ritual part. What do you suggest we do now?”

-”Would you like some tea?”

If looks could kill you’d have been reduced to ash, scattered to four winds and any remains left on the floor mopped off.

It was clear your unexpected guest didn’t want to be here and you did feel guilty about the way he got ripped from his life.

Even worse was the fact that he had to follow you, being unable to be further than one room away, always ready to do his mistress bidding – as he remarked sarcastically.

You suspected that the presence of a giant hulking demon with red eyes, four arms and wild mane of white hair running from his head down his back would cause panic, havoc and army response. What you got was… nothing.

No, they could see him, but would not perceive him. It was amazing what the human brain would do to protect itself.

Which made shopping awkward.

Apparently, cut off from his infernal domain, Za’an the Flayer was Za’an the Freezing. And close proximity made his complaining unbearable. A sizeable chunk of your money has been spent on sweaters, blankets, heaters and heating bills.

Za’an even crawled into bed with you, bastard placing his cold feet on your back, using you as a personal water bottle. With a bit of furious shrieking on your part, he had stopped doing that but still crawled into bed nonetheless. You suspected he was biding his time before next icy feet attack would happen. After all, he was supposed to feed on misery and torment. And chicken nuggets with ketchup.

This living in each other pockets started affecting you in ways you haven’t considered. There was no chance for dating with an invisible demon’s snide remarks thrown over your shoulder. What was worse even the… self-care was a no-no because he was always there and he knew.

It’s been months by now and you were getting snappy and irritated.

The nights were the worst.

You were restless, tossing and turning, keeping you both awake, the two of you becoming more tired and grumpy night by night. And fed up.

This night was even worse. You woke up from a really great wet dream, body hot and pulsing with need you could do nothing about.

Your pathetic whimpers must have gotten on Za’an’s nerves.

He huffed in annoyance and the next instant he was under covers, your pyjamas and panties yanked off. You lifted the duvet, ready to give him a piece of your mind but you fell silent as his maw opened and what you assumed were his tongues slithered out.

It was like watching tentacles made of molten lava, the swirling of colours and fiery glow. You were about to ask if that’s why he needed so much warmth but his mouth clamped around your pussy, sharp teeth putting on enough pressure to keep you from wiggling away as his four arms grabbed and hauled your legs and ass up, half-lifting you off the bed.

The tongues started moving.

It was like liquid heat exploring your body, all of them moving with their own agenda, thrusting, curling, licking, twisting together to get deeper into you.

Your breaths were getting hitched and hiccupy, chest heaving. It was good Za’an’s grip was strong, because your body wanted…. Fuck you have no idea what it wanted, but it HAD to include more of those fucking brilliant tongues.

Just when you thought your senses were already overloading, a clever little wanderer starting dancing in circles around your pucker.

-”No, wait…” – you gasped but were ignored as two tongues twisted together and plunged in, their shape and whatever slippery substance the demon had for a saliva making the slide easy.

You had no idea what to do with your hands as two twisted ropes of tongues started listening in and out of you. Those damned, amazing, torturous things were both hard and flexible, rubbing all the right places.

It was too much, you were too full.

You came with a massive shudder, slapping both hands full force on Za’an’s shoulders, earning a hurt look.

You started laughing, a breathless sound as you fell down on the bed, sweaty and shaky, arm flung across your face.

-”Be quiet!”- Za’an groused, curling around your body and pulling the covers over you both. -”Heaters don’t talk”

-”Your tongues are amazing” – you muttered, feeling sated and finally sleepy.

-”Just wait till you see my cocks”

-”Your wha..” – a rap on your head silenced you.

-”Sleep. Now.”