The continuation to A Demon's Love. The first chapter has a full list of the kinks expected to be explored throughout this story, and I highly recommend reading the first chapter before continuing on here. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. This is a joint story created by myself and my partner in crime.~ As such, it is a story that swaps from one character's perspective to another, and all credit to the perspective of Katie within the story goes to my partner. Her name on here is clairemayfair. When perspective swaps from one post to another I'll make a single line consisting of *** to let you know. Without further ado, enjoy.
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Present day in the home of Mr. and future Mrs. Victus was...silent at best. A full week had passed since the events that would change Katie's life forever came to pass. In that time, many small, discreet changes had formed within the household. The night she came home from Nicolas's place was one of the most solemn moments Jason had shared with the woman he asked to marry him. His heavy workload from the long hours of overtime kept him at the office for longer than he had hoped, and when he was finally back home he wanted nothing more than to rest. A soft sigh left his sleepy lips while groaning out from the kinks in his neck and back created from the hours he poured over files on the computer at work. He hung his coat up on the coat rack as soon as he stepped inside, and he closed the door as soon as he was there.
The 5'5" tall human man with jet black hair and brown eyes certainly wasn't putting on any pounds, but everything from the big move, long hours at work, and wedding planning in what little free time he had left little room for him to hit the gym anymore. The star football player in high school had spent his times doubling down in books during college to ensure he could get the job to support Katie once they were married, but the definition his body once had had suffered for it. Everything about the man, including what lay between his legs, screamed 'average'. And he was just that. The average, caring, loving man that wanted to support the woman he had fallen in love with.
And yet...Katie wasn't there. At least, not in the foyer of their home, where she always was when he got home. He peeked around the corner of the living room to look into the kitchen in case she was making some late night snack, but he didn't see her there either. A frown formed on Jason's face as he made his way upstairs, and he walked into the bedroom. A sigh of relief accompanied the smile that graced his lips once more. She hadn't answered her phone all day, and to say he was worried was an understatement. All he had gotten was a brief text consisting of, "You'll get a good chuckle when you see who our neighbor looks like!" before utter silence filled her end of the conversation over text. There she was though, as graceful as she had always been, already passed out on the bedsheets.
He pulled off the rest of his clothing until he was dressed in nothing more than his boxers. That flat, untoned body slid beneath the covers until he was pressed against his fiance's body, and he pulled the covers over their forms. He noted just how cold she was, not knowing about the ice cold shower she had just used to rinse away Nicolas's mind-blowing scent, and as such he quickly moved to wrap an arm around her before whispering softly, "Good night, my little bell." A play on her last name, Katie Belle, that would soon be forever changed to Victus.
As the days since came and went, the bleak nature of the home Jason shared with Katie was further accentuated with every moment they spent together. Well, that was, apart from the raunchy nature of their nights spent just before drifting off to sleep. Night after night, Katie demanded the attention her body so desperately craved. Jason had no clue about the fact that Katie was brought to the most incredible orgasm of her life at the hands of their next-door neighbor's massaging hands, but even so he could tell something was different about the woman he had spent every day with since senior year of high school.
Before he came home on that fateful night, she was as quiet as could be in bed. Even when she came, only the faintest of mewls came stuttering out of her lips, but now she was animated as could be. She rode him like a bucking bronco begging to achieve a bliss that would never come. Her hips moved with a ferocity he didn't know the cat-girl had within her, and what's more he could see the look of disappointment flush over her face when he came inside of the condom they used as quickly as could be from the intense friction of her body against his own. Between panting breaths he could see her cover that look of disappointment up with a smile no one could ever truly fake, and as time went on he figured something had to be done.
Only a few days later, Jason began asking Katie to expand their knowledge in the bedroom together. Each and every time, however, he was shot down. Of course he asked for the obvious. He always had. Katie never, ever wanted to give him a blowjob, and in all their time together she had refused to do so. Even so, Jason saw this newfound excitement boiling up within her as his chance to get something he'd always wanted, yet...she remained steadfast. Her lips would never grace the 6 inch stick between his legs. He even tried to promise her he'd eat her out, a mutual oral experience to spice things up in the bedroom. When she said no to that as well, he couldn't help but sigh softly to himself in defeat.
Soon enough, yet another unexplored idea in the bedroom came to mind. Perhaps having a shot at anal was what they needed in the bedroom. If she needed more, then perhaps having another area of her body stimulated was just what the doctor ordered. That's how he brought the idea to her attention, but the always smiling woman he was set to be married to simply continued to drive home the point that absolutely nothing was wrong. She told him time and time again that she didn't need a single thing more from him. That she was happy with their sex life the way it was, and that it was silly to think she was making faces. What else could he do? The woman he loved told him nothing was wrong, and he didn't want to press the issue.
That was, until present day finally rolled around. Jason had woken up earlier than he needed to for work, so he decided to keep himself snuggled away in bed against Katie's body. It was then that the light of her phone lit up his face when she pulled it into her hands, and he peered over the side of her head to look at what had grabbed her attention. Before his eyes even gazed at the screen he could see the warming smile gracing her lips, and he could tell whatever she was looking at was bringing her joy. That's when he saw it.