Waking at the witching hour, Grgur the demon made his way to the kitchen. His long-fingered-short-clawed hand idly scratched an exposed hip near the fleshy orb that was his butt cheek, as his floofy tail curled around his leg like a shivering serpent. Red-slit eyes stared sleepily at the cold stone floor as it changed to tile.
The bright light and cool air of the open freezer door illuminated the ashen, dark gray of his long toed paws. He reached in to pull out a well-used plastic jug, twisted the top off, then kissed the mouth of the bottle as he swallowed down huge gulps of blue, slushy, ice-cold vampire blood.
Licking his lips with a long reptilian tongue as he lowered the bottle, re applied the cap and replaced it in the freezer, he smacked his lips and closed the appliance door and made his way back toward the darkness of the house.
Passing by several closed doors, he stopped when he got to one room whose door was ajar, and the sweetest, most delicate moans were being muffled from inside. If it had not been for his demon hearing, he’d not have heard it. He felt his body get warm in the anticipation of what he suspected was going on in that room.
Stealthing his body with demon magic, he slipped inside the crevice of the room to watch from the shadows who was making the noises inside. It was that stray they’d taken in days ago. She was sitting on the edge of the oversized comfy chair with her phone filming between her spread legs. The phone was angled and on a tripod as she held herself open with two of her four hands. And the other two were poking and rubbing the exposed parts. It looked almost like a clinical demonstration if not for the sounds and the smell. It smelled like every sin the world had yet to commit. Vibrant, succulent, virgin, demoness power.
It was hard for him to remain silent and watch but he was determined to watch as much as he could before she noticed he was there and kicked him out. He watched as she rubbed one finger over her top clitoris, and then the other hand ran a finger down the other clitorii hidden so well under the folds of her labia, they were beading up, getting hard, the more aroused she got, the more she rubbed herself. She was making the whole room smell like her. And as he stood wearing only a thin pair of underwear, his own sex was so fucking hard and throbbing against his leg.
“Do you like watching me play with my pussy, Grgur?” she asked in her soft, sweet voice, no louder than a whisper.
Then she looked up at him, her eyes finding him easily in the dark, no matter how shielded he thought his magic had him. Pointless now, he let go of the spell keeping him hidden and stepped closer to her. Nodding mutely, he licked his lips.
“Sit. And Watch. I’m making a live stream. You can watch me play with my pussy, but that’s all. And be quiet. Unless you want my fans to hear your pathetic groaning and panting, you beast.”
Looking around he took out a small pink stool from the vanity dresser and sat down. He felt absurd, but everything was so small in this room because she was so small. Full adult, for several centuries, but she was full grown only to the height of barely four feet tall. And Grgur, well he was nearly seven feet tall. He was afraid he was going to break things by staring at them too hard.
She had turned her attention back to playing with her pussy. She’d moved to the other side of her labia to wake up the hidden clitorii buds there, until all six hundred and sixty six were awake and hard and aroused. Then, she’d deflower herself with a toy, and all on camera.
The comment section of the stream was starting to get more active as it became apparent that there was an off camera voyeur watching the show. She was getting more and more energy donated to her prana bank. Demons thrive on prana the way Humans thrive on food. She grinned, hearing the sound effects of the prana deposits, as the viewers siphoned off slices of their soul to watch her Deflowering. She blinked her delicate moth eyes at the camera as her wings unfurled behind her back - blinking more eyes at the camera.
“I’m almost ready… give me more energy, brethren. Your prana and praise make me so wet and you want me to be wet don’t you?” She made a pouty moan and her face puckered as her hand rubbed her left side of her clitorii furiously, just rubbing as the eyes on her wings rolled back with pleasure. Her fang pierced her lip and Grgur swallowed back a growl watching her blood slide down her chin and land in a dark drop on her pale, exposed breast. Small, high tits on her slender, doll-like, body. She arched her back and spread her legs more, lower arms both rubbing either side of her sex. Her upper arms rubbed her tight, tit buds, the nipples sharp, twitching stingers.
She hissed as her own sting grazed her skin, and she felt like she was suddenly drunk. The world was swimming as she was so self-intoxicated, she rubbed her pussy harder, as more and more clitorii hardened inside her. Only sixty-six had external nubs to stimulate without penetration. The other six hundred were inside her body. She whined with need and Grgur was fisting his cock at this point, watching, doing his best to remain absolutely silent.