I write this as a final addendum to the studies of demonology contained herein. It is not from nothing that demons sprang forth. Some otherworldly force, yet unknown, spawned these abominations. If you aim to stem the tide. To join The Watchers of Enoch. You must look further than simply slaying monsters, and seek loftier goals. Greater truths. The enemy is ever growing, ever changing. To grow complacent, is to die.
-Sir Arthur Thompson, The Demonic Archive
Disubstituted Cyclohexane struggled to hold Amy's attention as the professor droned on. Last night had left her drained. More accurately, her succubus girlfriend had. Gwen had apologized this morning, claiming that Amy's display of dominance sent her over the edge, but that didn't do much good as far as Amy's studies were concerned. She covered a wide yawn with a hand, and wiped away the moisture in her eyes. Organic Chem was in an auditorium style classroom, and today she'd chosen a seat in the back rather than her usual place in the front row. Someone more capable of paying attention would put it to better use. The professor seemed so far away. His words faded as her thoughts wandered.
Yesterday had been... amazing. She lacked the vocabulary to describe how it felt. They'd continued their escapades late into the night. Amy felt that she'd lost the initiative at some point, and Gwen had taken control, but she couldn't care less. Gwen had brought her to orgasm over and over as they played. Feeling sleepy in class was a small price to pay for the privilege of bedding a succubus. Not that she would let Gwen know that. Her schoolwork was already slipping. The last thing she needed was Gwen thinking they could have sex whenever she wanted. Somehow, she'd managed to complete her work just before class, but she'd need to be more diligent in the future and prepare for more ...unexpected events.
"You look like you had a late night."
Amy's eyes snapped open. At some point she'd drifted to sleep. Students were filing out of the classroom, and the professor was putting away his things. Standing over her with a leather bag hanging from one shoulder, was Laura Fitzroy. Laura looked nearly as sleepy as she was, but still held herself with the same poise and grace she always did. Smokey mascara and meticulous winged eyeliner gave her a fierce look despite her freckled cheeks and short stature. Amy hadn't bothered with makeup, and must have looked a mess in comparison. She sat up straighter and began to put away her blank notes.
"Something like that." She stood, towering over Laura, somehow still feeling smaller.
"Too much time with your girlfriend?" Laura taunted.
Amy froze. Did Laura
know
? No, how could she. Amy remembered that Gwen said Laura had been referring to them as girlfriends to taunt her for a while now. It was the first time she'd used the term to Amy's face though. Affecting calm, she began walking toward the door. Laura fell in step beside her, hurrying to keep up.
"Sorry I've taken up so much of her time lately. That must be difficult for you."
"It's fine. How's the ball coming along?"
"The ball? Oh, fine. We've been spending our time very ...effectively."
Amy came to a halt in the middle of the hallway and stared down at Laura. Laura stopped as well and looked back at her. Pure innocence. Amy was afraid to ask her anything, lest she give herself away.
"What do you want?" Could Laura hear how nervous she was?
"Oh nothing, just to give you some advice." Clearly, Laura wanted her to ask for more information. She considered leaving, but as always, curiosity got the better of her.
"What advice?"
"That you don't know Gwen as well as you think you do."
Laura held up a hand, a small black square between two fingers. An SD card. Amy glanced back and forth between Laura's smiling face and the card before cautiously reaching out. She half expected Laura to pull it away at the last second, but she let it go easily when Amy took hold. Laura's face seemed a bit flushed, though.
"What is this?"
"Just watch it when you're alone. Got it? Alone."
"Wha-"
Laura had already turned and was scurrying down the hall, both hands on her bag's shoulder strap. Amy looked down at the card in her hand. What just happened? Nervous churning filled her stomach. Whatever it was, it would have to wait until she got home. She tucked away the SD card and pushed it from her mind, along with a bizarre mix of fear, anger, and jealousy.
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The smell of burning fish nearly bowled her over as she walked in the door. All the open windows were open and the apartment was freezing. Gwen stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in a seductive pose somewhat spoiled by the stains covering her apron, and the lingering haze of smoke throughout the room.
"Welcome home, honey." Gwen batted her eyes.
"Oh no."
"I made you dinner. It's uh, not my best work. But I wanted to apologize for last night. I went a little overboard."
Amy dropped her bag and purse off in the armchair and began closing windows. "I'll say, I fell asleep in class."
"Yeah, you looked like death this morning."
"Thanks."
"Still beautiful though."
Gwen gestured for her to sit at the counter and brought over a plate of overcooked salmon. It was a sweet gesture, so Amy did her best to keep a straight face as she sat. Gwen watched her intently as she brought the first bite to her lips. Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. Not when you considered that Gwen probably couldn't taste it, and hadn't been much of a chef to begin with.
"I forgot to wrap it properly so a bunch of grease dripped in the oven."
"Hence the smoke."
"Hence the smoke..." She confirmed with a grimace.
"Well it's better than your usual cooking."
"Thanks, I guess?"
When Amy finished, Gwen took her plate and deposited it in the sink. She returned and exclaimed in a cheesy voice, "Now, for my dinner." and began to kneel.
"Gwen, no."
Amy kicked halfheartedly at her as Gwen tried to position herself in the narrow space between the stool and the counter. She caught Amy's leg, but it threw her off balance and she fell the remaining distance to the ground.
"Ow!"
"Not tonight, I'm exhausted."
"Fine, fine. I was mostly kidding anyway. We really need a table."
When she tried to stand, however, her head slammed into the bottom of the counter. It made a sound like two rocks striking together and a chip of plaster fell from the bottom surface.
"Gwen! Ugh... your stupid horns just broke the counter."
"Ow..." Gwen moved sideways and stood to full height rubbing the air a few inches from her head.
"I'm going to have to pay for that..." She sighed. It was an accident, no point being mad. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
They spent the evening watching movies. Gwen sat in her lap, and they shared a blanket. To Amy's surprise, and to her credit, Gwen never tried to initiate any sexual activity. Amy could feel a horn digging into her shoulder as Gwen rested her head on her chest. She ignored it, and absently stroked a hand up and down the side of Gwen's thigh. After an hour or so, Amy suddenly remembered the SD card, and her strange encounter with Laura. She knew she needed to ask Gwen about it, but found it difficult. Amy grew more and more nervous, and stopped paying attention as the movie played out. Eventually the credits rolled. White text on a black screen. The room grew dark.
"Gwen?"
"Yeah?"
"I talked to Laura today."
