Afterglow and Confessions

When you date a demon, things get weird.

When you date a demon queen, things get insane.

But when your demon queen girlfriend-slash-stepsister is happy?

God help you. Because that's when she decides to fuck you like she's got to rewrite the laws of physics using your body.

And apparently... she was very happy.

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It started simple enough. A little smile as she walked into my room, casual as ever, wearing one of my shirts—just my shirt. No pants. No bra. Just soft fabric and a sinful smirk.

I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, half scowling at my phone when she leaned over from behind and whispered, "Miss me?"

I nodded.

She kissed my neck. "Good. I was hoping you'd still be conscious enough to answer."

That was my only warning.

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Ten minutes later, I wasn't even sure if I was alive.

She was in control from the start.

At one point, she leaned down, bit my lip, and whispered, "You're not allowed to finish until I say so," then clenched around me so tight I saw white and I was just trying not to fall apart beneath her.

It wasn't just sex. It was an onslaught. I was pinned, flipped, kissed breathless, bitten (playfully? I think?), and ridden like her life—and mine—depended on it.

Every movement screamed "mine," but her eyes… her eyes said "forever."

And the way she looked down at me the whole time… like I was something she owned. Like she was proud of it. Like she was in love with it.

With me.

She finally stopped when my legs gave out under her, collapsing into my chest with a content little sigh. "Oops," she muttered, dragging a lazy finger down my torso. "Forgot you're not built for this level of affection…"

I couldn't even speak. I was twitching.

She curled into me, her breath slowing. "Love you," she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

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Eventually…

After enough time had passed that I could feel my legs again, I slipped out of bed and stumbled downstairs, shirtless, in search of hydration or divine intervention.

I made it to the kitchen and yanked open the fridge for water—then nearly jumped out of my skin when I turned and saw him.

Demetrius.

Six-foot-something, pale-eyed, terrifying, ancient-warrior-in-modern-clothing... Demetrius.

Our new cook. Who couldn't cook. Who also happened to be my personal demonic bodyguard.

He was leaning on the counter like he'd been there for a while, staring straight at me. "Do you two always fuck that much?"

I choked. Literally. Water everywhere. I coughed, wheezed, and wheezed some more. "Y-You could hear us?!"

"Demon senses," he said flatly. "Smell, sound, magic, the walls… don't really help."

I froze. "Oh god… does that mean—my dad—?"

"No, no, relax," he cut in quickly, waving a hand. "Marissa—General Marissa—she makes sure he doesn't hear anything. Queen's orders and she takes those seriously. Like... commandment-serious."

I slumped into a chair. "Jesus."

"She doesn't like him hearing what isn't his business," he added with a shrug. "He's safe. You're safe. Mostly. Except from her."

I looked up. "You mean Lila?"

He nodded gravely. "I have seen hell beasts less terrifying than your girlfriend in love."

"…cool."

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We talked more. It was awkward at first, but somehow... kind of peaceful too.

Demetrius sat across from me and said, "I still can't believe you aren't you scared of her"

I blinked. "Who, Lila?"

He nodded. "I mean… she's... Lila."

I thought for a moment. "Yeah. Of course I'm scared of her. She's… unpredictable. She's intense. Sometimes I don't know if she's going to kiss me or kill me. But…"

I looked toward the ceiling, like I could see her sleeping in my room from here.

"…But I'd still choose her. Every time."

Demetrius smiled. A real one. Not the cold, stoic mask he wore most of the time. Just a quiet, genuine look of someone who understood something deep.

"You know," I said, chuckling, "you've got super strength, super speed, and you can summon portals with your bare hands. You're immortal or something. And you're scared of her."

He looked at me for a second, then said softly, "And you… you're just a human. But somehow, you have the Queen of Hell wrapped around your finger."

He paused, then added:

"I think that makes you the terrifying one."

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Demetrius let out a low, almost embarrassed laugh, running a hand through his hair. "But don't tell her I said that. She'd chain my mind in a time loop, make me relive my own death a million ways, and when I finally begged for the real thing… she'd start over, smiling like it's foreplay."

I swallowed. "She's done that?"

"She's done worse," he said, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, but his eyes were distant. "To enemies. To traitors. I've seen her rip a man's shadow off his body and leave him screaming in light. But with you?" His gaze drifted to me again, softer now. "She smiles. She laughs. She… breathes. We never thought she would."

I blinked. "You talk like she's… more than just a Queen to you."

Demetrius nodded slowly. "She is. She's everything to all of us. The Queen. The storm. The silence before it. But you…" His voice lowered just a bit. "You're the one person she'd stop the storm for."

I swallowed, again.

He pushed off the counter and added with a small, sad smile, "So yeah. Maybe you're the terrifying one, Eli. Because you're the only one in this realm, or any other, who could actually break her."

The weight of that hit hard. He wasn't threatening me, he wasn't warning me.

He was trusting me.

"I wouldn't hurt her," I said, quieter than I expected.

"I know," Demetrius replied just as gently. "But even stars can fall by accident."

Silence fell between us again. Not awkward, not heavy. Just… real.

He glanced toward the hallway, toward the room where she was still sleeping. "You should get back before she wakes up and thinks I kidnapped you."

I laughed. "Would she really?"

He gave me a look.

I raised my hands. "Okay, okay. I'm going. Try not to burn anything while I'm gone."

"No promises," he said, already eyeing the stove like it was a mortal enemy.

I turned back just before stepping out of the kitchen. "Hey, Demetrius?"

} "Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're here."

He smiled, wider this time. "Yeah. Me too."

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To be continued...