Tall. Muscles. Red skin. Dark red like dried blood. That’s all Oak could focus on as he stared down the creature on the other side of the room. It was growling at him, and snarling, showing it’s long, sharp teeth.

As evidence by the precome that leaked off his cock, Oak wasn’t exactly frightened of the display. Instead of cowering in fear like the creature probably expected, Oak took his time to run his eyes up and down the body in front of him, taking in his fill and cataloging every feature for future spank bank material.

The creature had to be almost 7 feet tall. With the horns atop his head reaching just a few inches below the 8 foot ceilings of his room, he – They? It? What kind of pronouns would a creature like this use? – was much taller than Oak’s less than average 5 foot 6 inches. The creature wore dark leather pants that looked sculpted to his lower half, the muscles of his thighs about to burst the seams. His top half was bare and fuck did Oak appreciate that just as much as the enormous looking bulge that nestled in the front of the leather pants.

Was it possible to have a 12 pack of abs? Because if it was, this dude had them. And more. His pecs were huge, his nipples were dark almost black. And pierced. Large gold hoops in each nipple, they connected them together in a chain across his chest.

Oak felt his dick jump, licking his lips at the beefy muscles in front of him. The creatures face as large, but it worked for his size. His lips were plump. His scowling eyes framed with heavy brow ridge and thick black eyebrows. More piercings adorned his face, one on each side of his nose, two on the left eyebrow, one through the bottom left lip.

His ears appeared pointed but they were hidden by his long, shoulder length black as night hair. Oak thought he spied the glint of jewelry and assumed more piercings. Even his horns were bejeweled. His glorious horns, that twisted and curled and came back to a point, facing away from his face. Oak wanted to touch them, caress them, see if they were sensitive or not. The creatures horns were dark like his hair, but thin golden and red lines streaked along them, with golden rings in stacks in various locations and amounts on each horn.

This creature that stood in his room, that had appeared out of no were and seemed to maybe want to eat him, was Oak’s exact opposite in almost every way. From height to muscle. But even as cliché as it sounded in his own head, Oak wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Why are you naked?” The creature growled, his voice low and gravely like he ate coals for lunch everyday.

“Oh fuck.” Oak squeeze the base of his dick, that voice doing things to his body that he didn’t even understand.

“Put some fucking clothes on.” The creature growled again, shifting his stance to cross his arms over his chest, the glint of rings on his massive hands almost distracting Oak from the command.

“This is my fucking house, you can’t tell me what to do.” Oak scowled in return, not in the least intimidated.

“Well I don’t want to be forced to look at your dick!” The creature shouted in return.

“So fucking leave, asshole!” Oak stomped his foot in reply.

“You’re the one that summoned me, I can’t leave!”

“Summoned you? Why – and how – would I have summoned you?” Oak frowned in confusion, his dick finally relenting in it’s attention and starting to droop. He sighed, setting the sounding rod on the bed before turning to grab the clothes he’d set out for himself before his live stream. Oak shimmied into a pair of black panties made for men so his dick and balls sat properly, then pulled on his comfiest gray sweatpants, topping it with a semi cropped tank top, also black. The creature had been oddly silent as Oak dressed and as he turned back toward him, he caught those golden fire eyes starting intently where his naked ass had just been.

Oak snorted to himself, the creature might have told him to get dressed but he clearly liked taking a peek for himself. Snapping his fingers to get the creatures attention back on his face, Oak popped a hip and settled his other hand on it as he waited. “Explain.” He demanded.

“Explain what? I don’t fucking know why you summoned me nor do I know why it required you to be nude to do so.”

This dude was giving Oak a headache. He needed to hydrate and eat some fucking chocolate, asap. But first…Oak picked up the sounding rod again, stepping closer to the creature to get the box for it. It was on the floor, just by the creature’s foot so Oak had to get real close to him before bending to pick it up.

“What is this?” The creatures voice wasn’t as angry now, curious and confused instead. Oak stood, box in hand, and about to take a step back so he could look at his face without straining his neck but the creature reached out and took hold of Oak’s wrist before he could move.

“Hey!” Oak exclaimed. His touch sent a spark of electricity through Oak’s arm, shuddering up his shoulder, around his heart, and down to his dick which started to harden once again. He tried to pull away but the creature was much too strong and didn’t want to let go anytime soon it seemed.

“Why do you have this? Where did you get it?” The creature demanded, bringing Oak’s hand closer to his face for a moment before he reached with his other hand the pulled the sounding rod right out of Oak’s grip.

“Seriously, what the fuck dude?!” Oak yelled, wrenching his wrist free now that the creature was focused on what he actually wanted. Rubbing the tingles from where the large hand had wrapped around him, Oak watched as the creature squinted at the metal, examining it from all angles.

“It’s a sounding rod. It was a gift.”

“A sounding rod? I do not know this term.”

“Um…it’s a sex toy. It goes inside my dick.” Oak replied, gesturing downward.

“What the fuck!” This time it was the creature exclaiming the profanity as he hurriedly dropped the rod onto the bed, shaking his hand out as if it had poisoned him. “That was in your dick?! Why would you do that?”

“Be careful with that.” Oak grumbled, picking up the rod and nestling it back in it’s box. “I don’t have cooties and the rod was properly cleaned and sanitized after use. You’re fine, you big fucking baby.”

“Why is my head on a…sounding rod?” The creature was back to growling and between the warmth still radiating from where he had held Oak’s wrist and the timber of his growl, Oak’s dick was not calming down again anytime soon.

“YOUR head?” Oak looked down in the box, examining the shape of the skull and the horns before peering back up at the creature next to him. “Huh. It does look like you.” Oak agreed. He didn’t know what the fuck that was supposed to mean or what he was to do with the knowledge so he ignored it for the moment. He turned off all the filming lights, grabbed his phone from next to the computer, and exited the room still carrying the box with the sounding rod in question.

“Where are you going?” The creature demanded behind him. Oak didn’t bother turning around or waiting, hearing the stomping of heavy feet as he was followed through his house.

“I need water and food.” Oak said as he trotted down the stairs and entered his kitchen.

“Is now really the time for that?” The creature mumbled behind him.

“Yes. Because I’m dehydrated and hungry. I’m about to develop a headache between that and your fucking roundabout answers. Give me a minute, dude.” Oak set his phone and the box with the sounding rod on the kitchen island on his way past. The creature just grunted in response and Oak took that as as much acceptance as he would be getting.

Oak grabbed his water bottle and plate of prepared fruit, cheese, and chocolate from the fridge before hoping up on one of the stools at the island. He drank about half the water down at once before popping a few grapes in his mouth and peeling open his cheese stick.

“My name is Oak, by the way,” he said between bites. The creature stood behind him, his tense body just inside the kitchen. Oak heard him sigh heavily before the creature walked into view, going to the other side of the kitchen to lean against the counters with his arms still crossed.

“Xapheigorth Aweralum Zaesielche” The creature replied, tone neutral.

“Ya got a nickname? I don’t think I can pronounce or remember that.” Oak finished his cheese and moved onto the peeled carrots and apple slices. Xapheigorth Aweralum Zaesielche groaned heavily, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Xaph.” He finally grunted out. It sounded like Zaf to Oak.

“Nice to meet you, Xaph. Pronouns?” Oak inquired, wanting to make sure he was referring to the creature correctly.

“He, him.” Xaph grunted in reply, clearly annoyed by the line of questioning.

“Same. So…what are you? Clearly not human.” Oak asked, gesturing up and down Xaph’s clearly inhuman body.

“I am a Demon.”

“Fuck me, really?!” Oak squealed out, feeling himself about to go all fan girly on the fucking demon in his kitchen. With a snarl and show of fang, he got himself under control before Xaph could inflict bodily harm. Oak silently promised his throbbing dick they would revisit that thought later with his own hand for company and maybe again with the Demon once they were better acquainted.

“So you say I summoned you. How does that work?” Finishing all the fruit, Oak started eating through his chocolate almond kisses.

“You must sacrifice the seed of life and the oxygen of the soul to an effigy of me while thinking of the need you wish to have fulfilled.” The demon explained, keeping his explanation short and to the point.

“Fascinating.” Oak finished his chocolate, drinking down the rest of his water before hoping up to refill it through the tap on the front of the fridge. “And you can’t leave? Ever or…?” Oak trailed off, standing close enough to the demon now that he had to tilt his head slightly to look into his face.

“I must stay near you until your need has been fulfilled. What do you want?” Xaph asked, clearly impatient to be on his way and away from Oaks humanity.

“Not a clue,” Oak shrugged. “What type of things do people usually want?” He perched back on the stool, picking up his phone to check his messages, knowing his assistant would have at least checked in after the stream.

“Revenge, money, fame, murder, lots of things. The need must be strong enough or the summoning won’t work. What do you mean ‘not a clue’?”

Oak shrugged and took a moment to reply with “badass,” to his assistant who texted with the recording breaking number of viewers and money for the stream that just finished. “I mean…I can’t think of a single thing I need or want in life bad enough that I could or would summon a demon for it.” He finally replied and looked back up at his new companion.

Xaph growled, the muscles on his crossed arms tightening. “That’s stupid. I’m sure there’s something. Don’t you want to be a millionaire? To be famous? Kill some jerk who pissed you off?”

“Already a millionaire, thank you very much.” Oak held up a finger, ticking off as he went. “I’m famous in my own business and that’s enough for me. As much as I’d love to see someone be murdered for real because blood and guts do nice things to my dick, there’s no one in my life I care enough about to want them murdered.”

Xaph growled louder.

“Listen, I get that you’re frustrated, dude. And we clearly need to figure this out but I’m fucking exhausted from work and I need a nap.”

“A nap.”

“Yes. A nap. Do demons not nap? Or sleep?” Oak inquired, genuinely curious even though he was holding back his yawns.

“We sleep.” Xaph grunted out.

“Great. To a nap.” Oak grabbed his phone and the sounding rod box, for some reason feeling the need to keep it close to his person for now. He made his way back up stairs and into his own room this time, the main bedroom of the house. He said nap but it was actually almost 1am so he would probably sleep all night. Oak left his things next to the bed, heading to his bathroom to take a piss and brush his teeth.

Entering the room again, the demon stood next to the bed, gazing down at the box that held the sounding rod. The lid was still closed but he peered at it like he could see right through the box and wanted to break the thing inside into millions of pieces.

“How close do you need to stay?” Oak asked, pulling the coves back from his side of the bed.

“What?” Xaph replied, turning his gaze from the box to Oak as he climbed into bed, sitting against the headboard.

“How close? Like same room? Eye sight?” Oak gestured between their two bodies.

“Inside your home should be sufficient.” The demon replied.

“Cool. Feel free to raid the fridge, I have all kinds of streaming on the TV downstairs. Also a lot of books, mostly smutty but you do you, dude. If you want to sleep, there’s a guest bedroom we passed on the way in here. You might not fit well though, our beds aren’t made for tall as shit demons with horns.”

Xaph just grunted again before turning and striding from the room. Oak shrugged to himself, yawning widely. He turned the light off next to his bed before snuggling down in his blankets, his eyes drifting closed.

In the morning he’d either wake up to an empty house and an awesome dream to jack off to, or there would be a grumpy demon in the house that he couldn’t wait to convince to fuck him on every surface available. Oak fell asleep with a content smile on his face and a hard dick in his pants.

He stood in the hallway just out of sight of the primary bedroom, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Xaph wanted to punch something. Mostly that fucking unnecessarily attractive human who had summoned him and was now snoring softly as he slept as if the last hour hadn’t even happened.

What kind of human did that? Summoned a motherfucking demon and then just fell asleep without a care in the world, leaving the demon in his house to do whatever the fuck.

Xaph felt a growl rise in his chest but tamped it down, for some reason not wanting to wake the damn man in the other room. Once he was sure the human was fully in his sleep cycle, Xaph did a check of the entire house. Verifying the locks on doors and windows were closed, he gazed out each window for several minutes, his fire eyes reflecting in the dark as he looked for enemies hidden in the darkness of the woods that surround the property.

He itched to go outside and check inside the woods, make sure everything was secure and safe but he knew he couldn’t go that far way.

Summoned. He’d been summoned. Xapheigorth Aweralum Zaesielche had been fucking summoned by a human. As he made another lap around the downstairs of the home, Xaph’s rage grew, his fire licking up his horns as he huffed.

It had been centuries…no maybe millennia since he had last been summoned. Since he had been able to be summoned even. Back then, he had been a lower class of Demon and could easily ignore a summons if he was busy or didn’t want to answer the call. How had that puny human up there not only known the means to summon him but the fucking ability to force it?

Xaph had been watching his best friend dole out punishment to a new crop of those under his command, their screams echoing in his ears as the smell of their blood and viscera clogged his nose. He barley recognized the feeling that tugged behind his breastbone before it had yanked him away from their realm. Between one breath and the next, Xaph had appeared in a bedroom filled with dark colors but bright lights.

There was no summoning circle, no smell of witchcraft, or magic in the air. There wasn’t even anyone in the room. The room decorated with dark walls, dark fabrics, gory imagery. And sex. Lots of sexual imagery which matched the overwhelming smell of arousal, pleasure, and recently spent man. Xaph wanted to be repulsed by the smell but he found himself huffing deeply, trying to get the intoxicating smell of the human who had spilled his pleasure in the space as deep into his lungs as he possible could. Fuck he wanted it in his mouth.

And then the man was before him, nude and erect. And not terrified. The opposite actually. The man was confident, sassy, and intrigued but not scared in the least bit.
It pissed Xaph off.

Standing in the darkness of the man’s living room, the fire tickling up his horns illuminating the space, Zaph glared down at his hard cock as if it had betrayed him. He didn’t get erect at the thought of humans. They were tiny. Vulnerable. Toys to be played with when he was bored. But they couldn’t handle his bulk, his desires too extreme for their delicate bodies. Not once in his eternal existence had he been physically attracted to a human.

“Fuck.” Xaph grunted, turning to the sturdy wooden coffee table and sending his first through it, pulling back from his full strength at the last minute. Still, the table cracked into several pieces, the sound loud in the quiet of the night. Xaph huffed, trying to gain control of his spiraling emotions as he turned his head to listen upstairs.

The human hadn’t even fucking stirred.

Blog About Ch1: Is Oak TOO chill?

I loved writing up the description for the Demon in this chapter and can’t wait until I can get some artwork drawn for him. Do you think he needs tattoos as well?

Oak is fairly unbothered by the random creature in his house. He’s a bit sassy but definitely not scared or freaked out about it all.

Meanwhile, our demon dude Xaph is pissed, horny, and a bit on fire.

I can’t wait to write more of their interactions. What do you think of them together so far?