11.1 A Change Is Coming

The sounds of grunting, skin slapping and moans filled the room as Ezraphel rode Stanley cowgirl style. The room was rife with the scent of sex and Demonic Energy was plenty abound. Thankfully with the latter it was not to the point where it became visible however, it is not necessarily an exaggeration to say that any normal person exposed to it would jizz in their pants.

In any case the Lilim and her Incubus lover were thoroughly engrossed in their romp, the sights, the sounds and the smell. All of these culminate, yet again, in the two reaching their peak at the same time. Ezraphel's ability to tell the exact moment when her Stanley would orgasm allows her the time to ascend on her knees and drop down with her full weight to allow for maximum penetration.

*Crash*

Unfortunately Ezraphel's maximum effort proved too much for and the result was the collapse of their bed. Despite the sudden jolt, loss of elevation and new awkward angle the two barely seem to register this as they engaged in a passionate kiss whilst the Lilim milked him for all he was worth. It was only several minutes later after the high of several hours worth of sex began wearing off that the two seem to realize that their precarious predicament.

"God dammit, again with this shit?" Stanley complained sitting up "I thought you reinforced the bed the last time."

For her part Ezraphel looked at the half collapsed bed and shrugged "oops, guess I forgot."

"Well can you do that and like filter out the Demonic Energy…again" he looked "Jesus, how long have we been at it?"

"Eight hours and forty-two minutes."

It is a testament to just how much Stanley has gotten used to this that his first thought to hearing that is 'huh, shorter than I thought.'

As if reading his mind Ezraphel continued "you told me you didn't want to 'lose today' because you had something important to do this morning before ten o'clock."

"Oh, right" he untangled himself from Ezraphel's grasp and gave her a peck on the lips "I gotta do the thing, so you clean up here, okay."

"Okay."

The moment he left Ezraphel stood up and stretched her body with a smile and a hum of satisfaction at yet another round of kinky 'marathon sex' as her Stanley liked to call it. The smile she sported slowly slid off her face as her gaze were fixed upon the latest destruction of furniture caused by their intense romp.

What you thought this was the first?

Between both their superhuman physicality, virility, length and the spontaneous nature of each coupling session this was not even the only furniture to be collateral for their romps. The sofa in the living room suffered the same fate as the bed, Stanley ripped the arm rests off his special chair once during a most glorious orgasm and on more than one occasion Ezraphel was quite literally, in Stanley's words, fucked into the walls at several point.

There was more but the point had been made: Lovers of Steel, House of Styrofoam.

Luckily each time something broke Ezraphel could fix it with a literal wave of her hand, magic is convenient like that. And to prevent damage from happening again she is able to reinforce objects with her magic. Ezraphel is sure that the house is more reminiscent of an fortress at this point given the amount of reinforcement and security enchantments she placed in and around it.

Her magic certainly had its upsides. In the past she had depended on its use to the point where it became a crutch that left her handicapped without it something she only realized after being stripped of it for the better part of two months following her arrival on earth. Given that Ezraphel is even more powerful now than she was on Eos one would think that she would have fell back on old habits after all what is two months to a century?

And in truth Ezraphel could never imagine neglecting her magic, it was as much a part of her as her arms or tail and she couldn't just stop using them. Ezraphel has become more conservative with her use of magic, not in that she would go out of her way to not use it but in that she has come to not overly rely on it. With that said this was not one of the times where she could afford to not use it but a point needed to be addressed.

Ezraphel has become dissatisfied with her and Stanley's living conditions. Specifically she has become dissatisfied with the current state of their bedroom. Looking around the room it is very apparent that this is Stanley's room and one would never expect someone like Ezraphel to live in it let alone spend the night. To be clear this has nothing to do with opulence Ezraphel was beyond such superficial guise.

No, what the place is missing was, well, a woman's touch.

'Now how do I bring this up with Stanley?'

"Hmm~" absently Ezraphel snapped her fingers.

In a flash the bed was mended (and magically reinforced), the Demonic Energy was filtered and the sheets she gathered herself because despite being able to clean them with magic she has come to enjoy the feeling of accomplishment that comes with doing menial chores. It was a weird feeling to have and she couldn't explain it even if she tried but that's how she felt.

"I must be succinct"

Later…

"Stanley~"

The man sighed "alright, what do you want?"

"What makes you think I want anything?"

'Because you have a distinct way of approaching me with a difficult question' he thought but knew better than to say.

No need to give up one of the advantages he has when it comes to dealing with her.

"Because you're you and I know you" he answered.

Ezraphel mentally shrugged with a mild feeling of being flattered that he 'knew' her well enough to make predictions like that.

"Well to get straight to the point" her gaze turned serious "Stanley I wish to renovate our room."

"Denied" he cut off without missing a beat.

"Aww."

"Wait."

"Hm?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"What did you just say?"

"I want to renovate our room."

"Why?"

"Stanley" she began slowly as if explaining to a child "we are a couple now."

"Yeah."

"And as a couple you agree that there needs to be changes to your lifestyle."

'What do you think I've been doing?'

"Ez, ever since you showed up it has been nothing but changes to my lifestyle."

Really he tries to hang on to his regularly scheduled routine but at this rate it's only window dressing for the storefront that is his life.

"So stop beating around the bush and just tell me straight up why you want to renovate my room."

"Because of that."

"What?"

"You just said it Stanley, it is your room."

"So?"

"I want it to be our room Stanley."

"Oh…" he trailed off "um, I…well…gonna be honest, I don't know how I feel about that."

On the one hand upon reflection he can see that Ezraphel would eventually feel uncomfortable sharing space in a room that was basically a man cave by design.

'Holy shit'

And Stanley just realized he's been sharing space with his girlfriend in a bedroom he designed straight out of college with minimal changes made to its look over the years. For proper context Ezraphel sleeping in his current bedroom is the equivalent of a graduate in his mid twenties inviting his new serious girlfriend back to his college dorm for the night. Seriously Stanley's room has all the trappings of a weeaboo nerd in his late teens.

'Shit no wonder she wants to renovate the room. Hell I want to renovate the room.'

Stanley covered his face and leaned back in the chair "fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk"

"Stanley?"

"You're right" he interrupted and he couldn't help but feel a bit of shame with that admission.

"I am?" her smile brightened "then you agree?"

He wasn't in a hentai, Ezraphel was a real woman and just because her devotion to him bordered on obsession didn't mean that she was going to put up with his crap indefinitely.

"Yeah" he answered "but" he raised a hand "I want to be there when you start changing stuff."

"Of course, it is our room after all."

"Alright"

"Oh there is one other thing."

"What?"

"Can we get a new bed?"

"Dare I ask why?"

"I don't like the one we have now, it's small and lumpy."

She's not wrong.

"Point" he conceded, it wasn't as if he got that bed for its luxury anyway. The bed was comfortable enough and above all cheap as well "counterpoint, couldn't you just use your magic to make it bigger and less lumpy?"

"It's not so simple Stanley."

'Bullshit'

"Ez I've seen you literally warp reality with a snap of your fingers."

"I don't warp reality Stanley."

Stanley gave her a bored look "you turned my 8ft bathroom into a 200ft medieval pool house."

He got her there and she knew it but that wasn't the point "well I…um…"

"Ez why don't you tell me what's really going on?"

The Lilim bit her lip "okay! I wanted to go furniture shopping."

"Ah" his brows furrowed in contemplation "okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean…if you just wanted to spend time together all you had to do was ask."

"But you always make up lame excuses to get out of it" she accused.

'Lame?'

He shook his head "no I don't."

Now it was Ezraphel's turn to look unimpressed "you feign stomach aches."

He could almost feel the single drop of sweat that formed near his brow "believe it or not I get stomach aches sometimes Ez, I'm only human."

"First of all, you're not human anymore and second I know you are lying because then that would imply my cooking was responsible for it."

'Ah, shit'

"Or are you saying that my cooking is so bad that it gives you stomach aches?"

"That's not-"

"Maybe I should just stop making meals for you."

"NO!"

Stanley could tell from that smug look on her face that she got him right where she wanted.

"Fine you win, I'm sorry."

"So we will go furniture shopping"

"Ugh, yes" he groaned.

"Oh and while we're at it I could use some new cutlery"

"What?"

"Kitchenware."

"I know what it is, I want to know why you need them now? You never needed them before."

The Lilim gave a closed eye smile "I never found a way to bring them up without you saying no, now I have~"

"…so it's going to be like that huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing" he muttered "let me get my keys."

'Oh, it's on now.'