You decided to stay home that day instead of going out with your friends as planned, your head was hurting and you had been shivering since the previous night. You tiredly called up your friends and explained to them why you couldn’t make it. They, of course, told you that it was fine and that you had nothing to worry about and should focus on recovering.
So you spent your day laying in bed, watching television or scrolling on your phone. It was boring to say the least, but what else could you do? A thought crawled into your head as your stomach growled loudly, causing the pain in your head to throb and ache.
She forgot about this little talent of his until after she was done with her work… but in the moment she couldn’t seem to mind. He’ll look wonderful next time with a gag stretching those pretty lips.
My Pixies and Goblins over on Patreon have had access to this for a while on exclusive early release, but it’s time to share Arzeran with you folks now! I hope you like him!! It’s a modern setting, with the reader’s gender not mentioned, despite it being explicitly nsfw! Always a challenge, but I enjoy that…
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You’d met him through a dating app that was specifically set
up for human/non-human relationships, and your first impression of him had been
from the picture and the bio on his page.
You’d not had much luck in the love department recently,
having been screwed over by some idiot who seemed to think you wouldn’t mind if
you ‘weren’t exclusive anymore’, to put it politely. Well, now that you were
newly-single once again, you had taken your best friend’s advice and signed
yourself up for this dating app after he’d found the apparent love of his life,
a minotaur named Felicity. You were dubious, to say the least, about putting
your face and profile up, but with some help from Felicity and Mike, you
managed to scrape together something that reflected the very best of you
without exaggerating, and you began the laborious task of trawling through all
the matches.
Arzeran was a half demon, and his sparsely-detailed profile
stated that, “unfortunately”, he’d inherited his mother’s looks, and not his father’s. Something about his somewhat defeatist biography had drawn you
to him, and you’d tapped to enlarge his picture out of curiosity, expecting to
be repulsed. Initially when you’d joined up, you’d thought you’d be drawn to
the more ‘humanoid’ profiles of beings like tieflings or even orcs. However,
while he certainly was monstrous, and there was no mistaking his demonic
heritage, you found you rather liked the six eyes, all blazing red, the two
sets of horns, and the bizarre maw that was just beginning to open across his
muzzle to reveal a multitude of deadly-looking teeth.
You’ve always felt out of place, as if your very presence is somehow off and tilted to the side of some invisible line that those around you walk with little trouble. Growing up in an orphanage is difficult by itself, but the woman who ran the orphanage, always seemed to distrust you, and look at you like you were alien, an unsettling blemish. She made it difficult to feel safe, and always ensured you would never be adopted.
When a new church opened up in town, she was the first to insist that the children attend, claiming it would be good for them to learn godliness. Her gaze however, lingered on you a little too long to not show it for the lie it was. When you arrived to the church, she kept her eyes on you like a hawk, seeming deeply disappointed when entering the grounds, the church, and even getting “accidentally” splashed with holy water, did nothing.
The head of the church came out to greet the group a short time later, a rather attractive young man with a smooth charismatic personality. It was obvious your caretaker was smitten, and the man indulged her for some time before she directed him over to you with a look of distaste and desperation. As the man approached, you could feel something shift in the air, a feeling that he was different too, and seconds later, you were proven correct.
As he knelt before you, his back facing everyone else, you got to witness the way his grin widened, baring teeth too sharp to be human, his eyes flashing a deep smouldering red, yet somehow softening with affection.
“I knew she would be so foolish as to bring you to this… church. I’ve been looking for you for sometime little one. Its time you came home.”
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