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Alice didn’t know what was wrong with himself today. From the moment he got up, things had been feeling different, though nothing to fully throw him off from serving his purpose as Iruma and Clara’s soulmate. Irritation was all that the Heir to the Lust Crown could feel, and it nagged at him throughout the day. To be honest, he had noticed only a couple of things in the previous weeks or so that had adverse reactions to him, but now everything felt before was in full effect.
First, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or rather the wrong side of the pillows, since he found himself splayed across the numerous pink, purple, and lilac colored shapes of fluff. Although he was usually quick out of bed in order to prepare for going to his lovely soulmate’s estate, the comfort of the soft pressure against his body held him back.
It wasn’t until David knocked on his bedroom door to say that breakfast was ready that he moved away from the enticing position.
Next was the fact that everything in contact with him physically felt different, even the taste and texture of his usual hearty breakfast was off. His star-student clothes were like parchment paper against his skin, nothing bad but definitely unnatural.
Devi-boiled helleggs, beastly ham, and even tri-devi-cheese quiche felt like mush in his mouth compared to the day before. The only thing that felt like it had any taste left at all was the creamy scream-berry parfait with bits of meringue that David had prepared for the final day of the school week. He would always prepare it in order to give a small present to Alice for completing the school week, but the pink-haired demon felt he needed more of the sweet, exhilarating taste that fled soon after finishing.
‘This is not normal of me at all, … but I can hold off for today. I’ve got to get to class with Clara and Iruma~’
A wave of slight emotion hits Alice right after the thought of Iruma comes across his mind, but he’s quick to dismiss it as soon as he sees his mother hurrying down the corridor towards him.
“Oh my beautiful little devil!” Amuryllis leapfrogs over the table, nearly crashing into her son in order to hug him to death, or at least close to it in order to keep him home for the day.
However, Alice had learned from Iruma and his spectacular ability to dodge anything to miraculously maneuver away from his mother’s loving attack.
“MOM! Leave me alone! I have to go to school!” A blushing Alice yells at his mother, hoping to dismay her motherly advances. Quickly grabbing his bag lying in one of the corner chairs, he heads out the door of the Asmodeus Estate, escaping from the loving clutches of his mother for the day.
“UGH! Come back here and give your mother a goodbye kiss!” The Crown of Lust calls out to no avail, with her son just being out of earshot. “Seriously David, how much can a son not want to be dotted on, especially me?!?”
“You can be pretty demanding, ma’am…and somewhat threatening…”
“Eh? You’re gonna have to make up for that bad comment, sir! I guess I’ll have to dote on you then~” David eyes’ flash a moment of panic with blush rising to his cheeks before he quickly scurries away, mumbling about needing to reorganize the library’s books in order to escape.
“Heh.” The Lust figurehead laughs at her small threat, though she knows that she’ll have to leave for the meeting that the 13 Crowns were having today before she could have her fun. A quick glance over the table checked on if she had hit anything whilst pouncing over it, but nothing seemed to be out of sorts except for her son’s plate.
It had barely been touched…no…it had been picked at rather than it being touched at all.
‘That’s odd, he always eats his eggs at least; he would run out the door with some toast if he was in a hurry to meet Clara, that feisty green goofball, and Iruma…oh how he admires him…’ Her thoughts aimlessly drift off thinking about her son’s ‘friends,’ at least that’s what he called them when he returned home after that first week. However, something interesting poked at the mind of Amuryllis as she studied her son’s uneaten food, specifically the glass containing remnants of whipped cream and scream-berries.
‘Only the sweets?’ Her mind tries to piece at her son’s actions, finally clicking at the thought of something delectable. ‘Oh…oh~ I guess he might take after his father on some things after all…’
And with that, she walks towards the entrance of the household, expanding her luxurious wings to fly to the meeting.
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The feeling was still there…
And it wasn’t stopping, only growing…especially around Iruma.
His magenta eyes continuously led themselves back to his master’s actions. But rather than looking away soon after seeing Iruma’s comforting smile, he would catch himself staring for far too long at the sight of the boy with illustrious blue eyes and hair. His pupils traced up and down the body of the future king, studying every curve, angle, and beauty before realizing his gaze had stayed on his friend longer than expected, quickly turning away so that Iruma wouldn’t notice.
The 2 other partners of the love trio wouldn’t notice Alice’s glances and discomfort with himself until after Prof. Shiida took over for their lessons today on demon typology and societal history, allowing the Misfit Class to relax after being in the presence of Professor Kalego.
The first to notice was Clara, ever wanting for her friends’ happiness and playful nature. But today, concern seemed to cloud Azzy-Azzy's mind, and she wouldn’t stand for that one bit.
“Azzy~ What’s on your mind?” Clara asks in a sing-song way, leaving Azz caught off guard by her question and left stammering. Clara jumps off her chair to leap onto the back of Asmodeus, as Iruma watches his soulmates’ intriguing interaction. “Why are you so pouty and secretive today, hmm?” Clara questions, squeezing and stretching the cheeks of her pink-haired friend, “you haven’t once praised Iruma or called me ‘Stupid Clara!’ Where’s the Azzy I know?!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?!”
At this point, the Misfit class had lost interest in the lesson, looking at the love trio in an amused way. A quick whistle from Shiida instantly brought their attention back to the lecture, though some side eyes still kept on the three soulmates.
“Clara! Stop it…” By this point, Clara had begun to pull at the rosy hair of the tall heir to the Crown of Lust. “I am not an imposter, stop trying to put a mask off my head!”
Finally getting a hold on the green gremlin, he pulls her over his shoulders to get her to eye level with him. “I’m just not in a great mood today is all, Stupid Clara, but thank you for your concern.”
“Ooo, is it a secret? Do you want to tell us? Azzy-Azzy, give us a hint at least!” Clara begs, but Alice shakes his head at the thought of telling them anything or at Clara’s request.
“I’m fine,” Alice says, irritated at the conversation, “I don’t want you guys to worry, but I’m not in the mood to tell you.”
“Hmph, Azzy-Azzy’s being a big dumb-dumb. Tell him, Iruma!” Clara rebukes Azz, hoping to get Iruma on her side, but all Iruma does is smile at the sight of the two bantering demons.
“Clara, it’s alright if he doesn’t want to say anything at the moment.” Iruma grabs the waist of Clara from Alice before setting her back down in her seat to the left of him. “Give him some time to think, I’m sure he’ll come around to telling us eventually.” A quick pat on the head from Iruma causes Clara to blush and mutter a small “okay” before returning to listen in on the lecture while Iruma does so as well.
With that, Alice turns back to the front of the class as well, but not before he notices a hand from his blue-irised friend reaching over to grab his own. Cupping his hand into Alice’s, Iruma glances over at his soulmate to give a small smile of comfort before looking back at Shiida and returning his hand to his lap.
And all Alice could feel was an overwhelming feeling of passion and lust driving itself throughout his body.
His pants tighten from just the touch alone, legs clasping together to stop a full body shutter. His mouth opens before he shuts it closed to keep himself from eliciting a shameful moan, fangs digging into his lips in order to subside the pleasure with pain. Turning his head away from his soulmate, Alice tries to refocus himself as his eyesight is flooded with cloudiness and shades of pink, deep breaths flooding his lungs with air which he breathes out shakily.
One final deep breath and Alice returns to his original position, though the comfort and pleasure from Iruma’s touch felt like something he wanted…no…needed all his life.
His focus didn’t return to the rest of the lesson, instead his eyes looked down at the hand that Iruma touched, trying to remember and savor the moment to the fullest that he could. He could most likely get notes off of Goemon or Allocer anyways, but before he could even talk to them, the bell had rang for lunch.
Alice felt like the undead rising from his chair, as he walked behind his two soulmates during their short journey to the mess hall. Iruma was talking about the lesson with Clara, still confused on the specifics of certain demons, which the green-haired chaotic ball of fun was helping to explain.
“Well, succi-wuckys tend to be femi-identifying and are very pretty. Big Sis Eliza is one, that’s why all the boys in the class are super, duper infatuated with her!” Clara explained as the group arrived at the lunch buffet area, grabbing their trays of food. Alice, of course, ordered extra for Master Iruma, but didn’t ask him what he wanted specifically so as he didn’t interrupt the pair’s conversation.
“Yeah, I get that now, but aren’t you somewhat interested in her, Clara?” Iruma asked.
“EH!?! WHO TOLD YOU THAT? I swear, if it was Keroli-li, I will…egh!” Clara stammered, blushing like crazy over the reveal. “I WILL STEAL HER GLASSES FROM HER!”
Iruma chuckles at Clara’s fake anger, most likely she was embarrassed a bit by Iruma’s flat out response. “You don’t need to do that, Clara! Heck, I sometimes enjoy being with her myself. I think everyone in the class does to some degree.”
Alice winced at the future demon king’s claim, though he didn’t know why. Of course, he enjoyed spending time with Elizabetta as well, but the fact that Iruma did as well made him a tiny bit jealous. ‘What’s going on today with me?’
“Anyways, incu-bickies are the male-identifying versions of them, though are more likely to be demanding yet are still attractive. Though, I don’t know anyone in the class who’s one. They’re more rare than succubi.” Clara continues to explain and by this point, the trio had sat down to eat, though Alice still didn’t feel like eating anything. The smell alone made what he usually had seemed bland at a whiff of his nose, and Iruma noticed his deterring nature along with his crossed arms.
“Azz, did you not like what you got?” The gluttonous blue-haired boy in front of Alice asked, halfway through his own full 5-course meal. “If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind sharing some of my food with you, if that’s alright.” After that comment, Iruma continues to eat his meal though stares in concern at Alice in the process.
“I’m fine, Iruma. Don’t worry about me.” Azz responds.
“At least try it,” Iruma says, though his words are barely audible with his cheeks packed up like a shreek-munck. Taking the spoon out of his mouth, he scoops up some of the hellish hash he was having to serve Asmodeus.
Alice didn’t want any of it, but seeing as how it was Iruma who was concerned along with the fact that his mood today had been poor in front of his friends made him change his mind. With his arms still crossed, Alice leaned over the table and opened his mouth to snack a bit on Iruma’s meal.
Iruma, the ever-so-loving soulmate that he is, fed Azz the hash with his own spoon.
And Alice instantly reacted.
Doubling over, his hand grasps at the spoon whilst his mouth hungrily licks over the utensil. The sweetness, the divine nature of such a meal ruined all senses for Alice as he lurched forward to grab the plate from Iruma’s position. But no matter how much of the meal he ate, the initial taste did not return, leaving him starved for the nectar that he had only tasted just before.
It was better than the meals at the school; it was better than the parfait and David’s perfect cooking; it was better than anything that an extraordinary chef, artist, or taste expert could ever come up with in the history of the Netherworld.
And all Alice could do was chase after it and fail to taste it again.
He ate and ate and ate but to no avail, and it was only with the forceful, concerned hand of Clara that he was able to stop himself. The same hazy eyesight came back to him, and anything he heard felt far and disjointed. His hungry, dissociated eyes look back towards Iruma, who had a look of fear, worry, and care in his beautiful blue eyes.
‘Even when I’m at my weakest and most vulnerable, Master Iruma…’ Tears prick up at the cusp of Alice’s magenta eyes. ‘You still care, you always care for me. Oh how you slay me!’
Alice wanted to utter these words, seeing his soulmate truly care after his act of desperation, but his noble position was in a scandalous light, and his happiness turned to fear quickly.
“Excuse me.” And just like that, Alice jumped up from the bench and left the rest of his love trio, escaping his shame and humiliating act.
Clara and Iruma could only look in shock and silence as their friend runs from them, leaving the space around them devoid of sound for a minute before Clara turns to ask Iruma something. “What happened to Azzy-Azzy?”
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The rest of Alice’s day was spent avoiding his soulmates, much to his dismay. He tried to be the better friend, the one who could be there even when doing poorly, but something felt like it was changing inside of him.
And it had to do with Iruma.
The events that had played out that morning was a roller coaster of emotions for the heir to the Lust Crown; from the dreary, dull food that felt like bland paste to his tastebuds to the exuberant pleasure that came from a single touch of Iruma’s hand, something was off, specifically between Iruma and him.
‘C’mon! Think, Alice! What is happening to you that explains why you’re acting like this with Iruma?’ Alice hears his own thoughts echo in his mind to no answer. He’s forced himself into one of the corners of the Magic Apparatus Battler room, hoping that due to there being no battler meetings today his soulmates wouldn’t expect him to be here.
‘Am I having an allergic reaction?’
Alice thinks to himself, but instantly passes off the thought as having no basis. He’s eaten the food before, he’s not interacted with anything new, and he’s been feeling shitty since waking up, not since meeting up with Iruma and Clara.
‘Am I obsessing over them?’
A second question formulates in his mind, and he remembers the jealousy he felt in the cafeteria before his freak out, something to do with Elizabetta. He also knows how appreciative and attentive he can be for both Clara and Iruma, but that didn’t explain the waft of enjoyment and pleasure he had during his hazy events.
‘Is this…is this love?’
The ultimatum, or at least what he thinks is an ultimatum, appears in his mind. Maybe he has grown feelings for Iruma, that would make sense as to why he had been acting irrational from his king’s actions alone. ‘If it is true, then I need to control myself. I need him to let himself choose me, he is my master after all.’
A smile and blush creeps onto Alice’s face, one of satisfaction and lingering confusion. ‘I need to be his spear first; he can choose to be my lover second.’
The final bell rings for the day, and Azz quickly unlatches his wings from the regular resting positions, hoping to fly back to his household without Iruma or Clara spotting him. He needed the weekend to rest, especially his mind in order to think over his actions and repair his bond with Iruma.
‘And thirdly, I’ll cherish every touch and moment with him, for as long as his reign may last.’ His thought envelops his mind in a cloud of happiness, comfort, and infatuation for the soulmate he soon knows will be King of the Underworld. ‘I’ll always be there for you, Iruma. Whether in love or in service, I will have you.’
Although the flight wasn’t usually fast, Alice’s fuzzy thoughts of the day clouded his mind from realizing the passage of time and distance. Spotting the Asmodeus Estate, Alice dives towards the ground, landing at the front gate in order to pass through the accessible entrance to the grand house as protective barriers surround their entire land.
With a steady pace, the young heir walked through the luscious garden and barged into the house, devoid of any prim and proper eloquence. He wasn’t up for that, not today, for he had finally realized his purpose in life. ‘Satisfy Iruma, that is what I must do. I need to be more than a soulmate. I need to be his, and him mine.’
He didn’t even realize he had made it to his room, much less his bathroom, before the water from the shower hit his bare, pale skin.
“Iruma…” Alice whispers to himself, the hot rain pouring onto his hair and neck as he gives into the comforting feeling. “Iruma, why do you have to be so great…You give me all the passion in the world to make the Underworld yours.”
Alice laughs a bit at his own words, contemplating the situation he’s currently in, though another thought soon appears in his mind.
‘Am I being irrational? I don’t think everyone loves like this…’ His thoughts drift in and out, like the breaths that expand and contract Alice’s chest. The water hitting it, the warmth he feels. He would rather it be Iruma touching his chest, but it would have to do for now.
‘I am an Asmodeus. I know lust, and I know love; I know my love resides in him…Iruma~’
A vibrant warmth enveloped the body of Alice, engulfing his pride of his lineage with passion and lust for the future demon king. His body ached for pleasure, and only now did he notice his growing manhood being pelted by the warm embrace of the water.
Although it was similarly a pale peach color to the rest of his skin, the head pierced the veil of his foreskin to reveal a deep shade of pink, darker in color than his now-drenched hair limiting his eyesight. Small nubs surrounded the bottom of the head, both helping give pleasure to himself and anyone who was willing to receive. His two balls hung tight against the erection, as the dick finished growing to its 7-inch size, though not as girthy as others.
His mother told him early on that he would be more reactive and prone to sexual desires, just due to being from the Asmodeus Clan, but he had not really felt that way for a while. He still did masturbate every once in a while, but working with people who worked with his mother, the Crown of Lust, made him used to the sights, sounds, and feelings of lust.
But this felt different, this felt like love.
His left arm rests on one of the walls whilst his right hand slowly moves down his chest, past his abs, and to the base of his lengthy member.
“Uguh~” He moans, as his fingers drag themselves along the shaft to the head, finally wrapping themselves over the entirety of his dick, grasping at the balls below. His thumb slowly massages and swirls around one of the nubs on his head, while the rest of his hand moves back to fold itself along the girth of his penis. Precum soon poured from the end of his member, helping to slick his hand in the process.
“Uh…fuck~” Asmodeus didn’t realize how pent up he was, or how sensitive his dick had been. ‘Has it always been this sensitive? Why was I reluctant to do anything with it until now?’
His hand builds itself up into a rhythm, and a steady pace takes over his arm trying to savor every moment, every sensitive tinge, every exhilarating rush of libido that he felt. His mind wanders trying to find something, anything, to fixate on as his dick pluses in his hand with each stroke.
His dirty mind soon clears to give an unadulterated, perfect answer.
“Iruma~” Alice moans out, “Iruma, please let me be with you, your highness! Let this lowly demon fill your every need!” The pace of his hand quickens, as small plaps and squelches are heard within the shower. Pleasure was his only driving force…
‘No…Pleasure and love; I love you, Iruma, please let me show it to you!’
His moans echoed out into the bathroom, even though Alice tried not to disturb his butler or anyone who was home at the time. But his want for this exquisite passion, it almost drove him to wanting to scream out Iruma’s name. To have him here and now, that would be the dream…
‘“Oh, you want master here just to let you cum?”’
Alice was taken aback by Iruma’s tone in his head, but his imagination was running wild as he closed his eyes to see the Imaginary Iruma kneeling in front of him, eye level with the throbbing dick of his follower.
“Iruma~, please…” Alice begged Iruma.
‘“A simple please doesn’t work like it used to, Azzy. You’ll have to do more than that in order to have my help.”’ The Imaginary Iruma responds to him, looking at the pulsating piece of meat with a small look of disgust. Alice didn’t want that, he wanted his master to look at him with love and pleasure in his eyes. He couldn’t disappoint him. Not now, not after all they’ve been through.
“Please, master, …help your loyal spear cum…” Alice pants through the countless moans exiting from his throat.
‘“Alice~”’ Iruma taunts in a loving purr, ‘“what’s your true position? Say it, and I’ll give you what you need~’”
“Please help this needy servant cum, sir…” Pants turn to fully audible moans as Alice humps his hips into his hand to match the quick repetition that pleasures his meat. By this point, his head had put itself against his other arm while his closed eyes were entirely focused on his fictional master.
Iruma raises one of his eyebrows, waiting for his property to finish his plea.
“I beg of you…”
With that, Iruma kisses the tip of his head, uttering ‘“Good boy~”’
A quick opening of his mouth, and Alice feels his master envelop his dick fully. The moist, warm feeling brings a shocking moan to the lips of the Asmodeus heir. He imagines himself being able to grab at the blue hair of Iruma to help guide him to his wanted release.
Azz thrusts his hand forward and back, with his knees buckling under the pleasure. Iruma’s tongue was hitting all the right nerves.
How his nubs along the dick’s head latched onto the throat, lengthening the experience of moving in and out of it.
How the sweet embrace of his lips felt like the perfect pillow for his throbbing member to lay.
How his nuts were in the perfect position to be slapped against the chin of Iruma, enhancing the feeling of his lust
After a couple more pumps, Alice could feel himself getting closer and closer.
“I’m about to cum, sir”
Iruma, in a moment’s notice of Azz’s closeness, lifted his hand to grasp at the balls of his servant. His voice, sharp in the mind of Asmodeus, commands him.
‘“Cum.’” He says.
And the demon obliges.
A thick rope of sperm bursts out of the tip of Alice’s dick, and a wave of immense pleasure engulfs the brain of him.
‘Cum, Iruma demands it, so cum.’ Moans erupt from him with each new thrust of his penis, the head popping in and out of the palm of his hand. Drips of the white substance pour down the side of the wall, failing to mix with the water still dripping in the shower.
After some more moments of labored breathing, Alice opened his eyes, washed the excess from his dick, and turned off the shower. He had done it…he had cummed to the thought of Iruma.
And a wave of guilt hits him.
“Shit…” Why had he done that? Alice knew he was potentially setting himself up for failure, grasping at a dream that wasn’t yet known to be possible. Clarity has come to him, and his actions were wrong now when seeing it in a new light…
‘So why does it feel so right?’ The demon asks himself, using the pink towel from the rack to dry himself off. His body didn’t feel like putting any clothes on, instead opting to flop onto the top of the comforting bed face first. As Asmodeus fell asleep, all he could think about was one thing…
“Iruma…” Alice whispers, and the night takes him to his dreams…
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They were in a flower field, the two of them. Iruma’s dazzling eyes shone with love and happiness towards the sight of Alice, whose cheeks blushed from the newfound attention he was receiving from the new demon king. Iruma felt taller, though he didn’t know why except for maybe this was the future.
‘Yeah, the future…’ Alice reaffirms himself, as his eyes glance back up to his demon king and the wondrous sight of him frolicking through the meadows of blooming colors.
His body moved on its own accord, eventually getting up to follow the blue-haired demon, chasing him over the hills and far away. Eventually, they tired themselves out. Beads of sweat poured down their faces and body, and their grown-up, fancy clothes were drenched with not only the liquid, but the smell as well.
“Boy, it’s too hot to be wearing this.” Iruma slips off his shirt, and ties his hair back into a pony tail. He wipes his forehead before continuing down the hill, not waiting for Alice to copy what he did.
“Wait for me, Master Iruma!” Azz calls out, struggling to get his nobility wear off of his body before tossing it to the side, away from the two of them. The chase continues between the two of them, with Alice getting closer and closer with each step.
Finally, he pounces onto Iruma.
“I got you!” Alice exclaims, which delights the two boys who begin to laugh as the Lust Crown and Spear of the Demon King lies on top of the ruler of the Underworld. Their laughter goes on for a couple of minutes, soaking in the enjoyment of the day and their lives.
As Alice puts a hand to Iruma’s head, his laughs slowly turn to pants, which Iruma soon reciprocates. Their breaths become one, and their blushes only grow. And so, too, does their passion.
“Alice-” Iruma utters the name of the demon, but he is stopped in his tracks by the demanding and loving kiss of Azz, who shuts up the Demon King and his mouth. One kiss, two kisses, and the third begins a battle between their tongues as the fight for dominance between the two demons ensues.
But Alice has a trick up his sleeve, as his lengthy tongue passionately fills the king’s mouth, bringing pleasure and passion to Iruma with a satisfying joining of their lips. Iruma’s eyes roll back from the wave of ecstasy as his body begins to tire from the beautiful, incredible kiss.
Azz’s hands roam the back of Iruma's head and body, one to caress his hair whilst the other searches for the sweetest spot of pleasure in a demon’s wings, though he can’t seem to find it. Slight confusion appears in the mind of the lustful demon, but his focus still remains on the kiss, which he breaks from as his tongue leaves the king’s mouth.
A wet trail of saliva extends from the two demons’ mouths
“Iruma, I love you…”
“What?” A panting Iruma responds…
And a panting Iruma awakens in his bed.
“What was…” Iruma says, out of breath still, “what was that dream?” Iruma’s mind couldn’t wrap around the situation. “Why was I dreaming of Alice in that way?”
His head was still spinning from the experience of the dream, as he was slow to pull himself up to be sitting straight. His body naturally leans back, and the comfort of the pillows envelops him, trying to guide him back to sleep.
“IRUMA~!” His grandpa, Sullivan, bursts through the door in his egg-like appearance, coming to the bedside to hug and be lovey-dovey to his grandson. “Opera has just finished preparing breakfast and since you weren’t up, I decided to help wake you. Oh, but it seems like you’re already awake!”
The pampering quickly stops with the arrival of Opera.
“Sir, I think Iruma would much rather have some space to prepare himself for the day. Let me serve him, and you Go. Do. Your. Job.” Opera responds, their cool determination and focus stopping the head of the household in his tracks.
“Aww, you’re no fun, Opera.” Sullivan responds.
“And you’re being a terrible role-model for young master Iruma, so go do the rest of your work before breakfast gets cold.”
Sullivan audibly gasps at Opera’s words, tears forming from the chibi figure before he rushes over to the bedside of Iruma again.
“IRUMA, PLEASE HELP ME!” Sullivan asks, to which Iruma could only respond with a small laugh before his grandpa is tossed and locked out of the room by the security demon.
The two share a smile between them after Opera locks the door, a rare face to see on a usually serious demon. But the moment is short lived, as Opera looks down and turns their head, coughing into their arm.
Iruma followed the feline demon’s eyes down to his bed, where a clear tent had pitched up in the middle of the covers. Quickly, the human’s hands push the untimely erection against the elastic of his nightwear.
“Oh, sorry about that, Opera.” Iruma apologized.
“No worries, young master. It is merely natural.”
“Yeah,” Iruma thinks back to his wild dream, pausing for a moment before continuing, “it’s natural.” Iruma slips out from under the sheets of his puffy bedding, standing for a small moment before he feels himself begin to tilt. And his vision along with it.
“Iruma!” The security demon quickly dives to the side of his master, catching the young human before he falls to the floor. “Are you alright?”
“I’m good,” a small nod follows his words, “I guess I’m just more tired than expected. Probably shouldn’t have gotten up as fast…”
“No worries then, why don’t we get you changed and help you get back the energy that you need.”
And with that, the two begin their daily routine, though the doubts of the night’s dream still linger in the mind of Iruma.
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“Why did that feel so real…so rejuvenating?” Alice cuddles the pillow as he questions himself. After awaking from the dream, a wealth of energy and passion exploded onto the Asmodeus, as the worries of the day before had seemingly vanished.
Hiding his erect state, he went to the breakfast table this morning and was surprised to find his mother not being her usual clingy self, rather reading something instead. When he bit into the eggs and toast today, they didn’t taste bland at all.
Quite the opposite, vibrancy and texture had returned with a newfound passion, as he then continued to eat the rest of his lovely meal. He had thanked David for the exquisite dish before returning back to his room, indecisive on whether to try and make repairs with Iruma and Clara today.
His questioning on fixing his relationship with them returned him back to the conversation he had with himself about loving Iruma, and that returned him back to the realistic dream.
‘I can still feel the taste of his mouth, sweet and delicious. It feels like there’s candy floss stuck in my fangs.’ Alice thinks to himself as his tongue wraps around his teeth in order to still see if the familiar sense is as strong as it was in the dream. But before he could finish, a knock at the door rang out.
“Alice, dear, could I talk to you for a moment?” His mother’s voice was muffled by the door, but her loving, motherly tone could be heard in her question. Alice knew that she wasn’t angry at anything, so what could she possibly ask.
“Yes, mother. Give me a second.” The young Asmodeus got up from his bed, tossing the pillow to the other side of the room whilst he rushed over the closet to grab a loose shirt. Pulling it on with ease, he walks back over to the door to open it and finds his mother standing there with a look of concern in her eyes.
“What is it?” Alice asks.
His mother opens her mouth to respond, but quickly reconsiders herself and closes it again. A small pause and look away from her made Alice weirded out a tiny bit, but the question she asked once she turned back was even weirder.
“Have you been having strange dreams lately?”