ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔬𝔪

02 - Jet lag

You inspect the things in the room you are given and just can't feel pleased, you missed your things... The not-so-fluffy bed, your dearest plushies to whom you could trust all your secrets, your art supplies and the altar you had just made for your dearest candles and humidifier.

Even though the goth aesthetic in this house was somewhat pleasant to you, it didn't felt like home; and you must find ways to be the least comfortable if you are spending such said time in this world.

With that in mind you sit on your desk and write some ideas, whatever comes to mind really, since you have no idea what possibilities ahold since you know so little about the place you are.

Looking at the screen of your D.D.D you notice it's already a quarter past midnight, you totally lost the track of time and more importantly, you don't feel tired or sleepy at all. "Maybe the timing here is different?" you ask yourself. Reminding what was said about the tasks you flinch at the thought of not being able to wake up early and getting scolded the first day was not in your list.

So the plan now is making the body tired in order to sleep and you start by doing some steeching and yoga poses, taking a warm bath to relax your muscles but nothing seems to help, you feel so full of energy it could be comic if not tragic.

Still you prepare yourself to retire dressing the only thing you could found in the closet that resembled comfy pajamas, it was not the oversized shirts you loved but it seemed like the most comfortable thing around.

With that said and done you lay down and surprising zero people you can't sleep... Concerned about the time and freaking out while looking almost 2am on your D.D.D screen you ponder the only thing you could use in your favor right now would be that, yes that's the only way out to exhaust this body...

You the slid a hand into your shorts and start playing with your folds, you summon a faceless and nameless being into your thoughts to help you with this mission, doesn't take long to heat things up and starting working your two hands, what you didn't imagine was your actions were not being so stealthy.

Across the house of Lamentation a demon arose from his beauty sleep by a very strong scent he is very fond and familiar with. Almost sleepwalking towards the source, Asmodeus found himself in his demon form with such Lust in his eyes only thought to be this vivid in his first primal state, no matter how dark the night in the Devildom was, the pinky eyes of this demon could be seen from afar such light was emitting from it in this moment.

Therefore he could not believe his eyes when he found the source, he was expecting some low demon with one of his brothers in bed like previous times, but here he was at your doorstep.

Before moving any forward he inhale your scent like he needed it for survival, your ajar door seemed like an invitation he could not resist, he peeked through the little opening and the image he saw was one to haunt his desires forever: you on the bed kneeling with only your top on, messy hair all over your face trying to reach your climax using both hands whimpering curses.

It was wall too clear to him you were struggling and who in the Devildom would be any better than him to help you solve this struggle? With that in mind he slowly found his way inside your room, your messed hair prevented you from seeing him right away but it didn't take long for the demon reach your personal space and you feel the heat coming from his body.

You stopped dead on your tracks, it was the first time you saw a demon in it's original form and you were indeed very scared of the sight in front of you, but something in his eyes were assuring you he wasn't going to harm you and you had to believe it. I mean you were so vulnerable in this moment he could kill in a second, yet he choose to approach ever so softly like trying to tell you not to be afraid.