My sister woke me at midday by yanking the blinds open, pulling my quilt off, and telling me to get my ass out of bed.
"Cassie!" I groaned from under my pillow.
"Doing you a favour, bro," she said as she tramped away. "And entering your stinky room to do it. Were you burning incense in here or something?"
I rolled over, looked up at the ceiling, and remembered several things about yesterday.
"Shit!"
"She's charming," Rosmerta said, sticking her head out of my closet.
"You should see the guys she... wait, wait." I sat upright, squinting at the light. "What happened last night?"
"This morning, technically. Time, it's a funny thing - "
"What did you do to me?" I pulled back the waistline of my boxers gingerly. Remembering the heat and glow of Rosie's pussy last night, I half-expected to see something horrific.
"It's what I did
for
you," Rosie said, getting out of the closet and sitting down on the edge of my bed. She was in human form and wearing a green bikini that was almost more distracting than total nakedness. "I Shaped you a bit. A 'thank you, fuckslave' would be appropriate here."
The surreal burning sensation last night had left something behind. My groin was completely shaved now, first of all. That was small potatoes next to my testicles, which felt a lot heavier before. When I cupped them gingerly, they still felt pretty normal apart from being a couple of inches in diameter each and hairless. At least my dick seemed unchanged. I picked it up experimentally, and it didn't grow wings or anything.
Rosie watched me prod and poke, trying to hold back a laugh. "You're not supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth, master - and you're not hung like one, either. Not yet."
I was surprisingly calm. If feeling sleepy and having my groin shaved was the worst consequence of a demon's magical assault, I guess I'd gotten off lightly. "You, uh, you should probably be explaining this right now, Rosie."
"Why tell you when I can show you?" she asked, standing up from the bed. "Your sister was right, though: you do stink. Meet me in the shower. Her hips swayed as she walked away.
Left alone in my room, I looked at my lap, wondering exactly what had happened last night. Then I wondered what Rosie had meant by 'showing me', and curiosity won out over introspection.
I had to run upstairs to the linen closet to get a couple of towels, wrapping myself in a dressing gown. Dad had long ago left for work and Cassie was planted firmly in front of the TV in her sweat pants. On the tube, a couple of pretty people were arguing dramatically.
"What are you doing today?" she asked me, not looking up from the screen.
I grabbed a couple of towels, and a fresh bed sheet for hygiene's sake. "Why do you care?"
"M'having a friend over later. Can you clear out?"
That rankled, although I was pretty used to it. "It's not like I bug you when you're entertaining."
"No, you just overhear everything. Don't you have work or something?"
"No, I - " This was a waste of time. I actually had the day off work, I had Rosie, and I had no desire to lurk around here all day. "Alright, I'll be gone in an hour or so."
"Cool," Cassie mumbled.
My footsteps slowed as I approached the bathroom. Rosmerta was still wearing the bikini, which was slightly surprising, and she was examining my toothbrush curiously. "Mortals have so many parts to clean. Doesn't it get boring?"
"You said you 'shaped' me," I said, hanging the towels up.
"Yep."
I took off my dressing gown and then my boxers. Having no hair down there felt weird, but not as weird as the extra weight I was carrying in my balls. "This is... . This is, um, really weird," I said. Should have been a poet.
"You haven't seen weird yet."
"You know, I actually believe you," I said, hoisting my dick experimentally. It felt the same, and didn't seem any bigger or thicker or... "What did you do to my penis?"
"Your cock. It's a cock, a rod, a prick." She used the vulgarity with a tone of relish. "You fuck a demon, you can use the bad words."
"Alright. What did you do to my cock?"
"This time?" Rosmerta shook her head. "Not very much. You're already in the middle of the bell curve, size-wise, so I thought it prudent to improve your plumbing first."
"My plumbing? Wait, what do you mean, 'first'?"
She raised her eyebrows. "You don't want more Shaping? To be bigger, stronger, hornier? What else am I going to do with all the Lust you had damned well better fill me up with? I'm gonna make your dreams come true."
"What if they already have?" That slipped out. That was so stupid. Rosie was silent, not replying. That was -
"Thank you, master," she said, surprised, hesitant. Pleased? "But I think we've talked enough. Don't you want to test out your equipment?"
So help me, I was still nervous. I nodded.
Rosmerta grinned and stepped past me with a dainty hop into the shower. There was a puff of sulphurous smoke as the illusory bikini faded away, and then...
Blur. Brimstone. Bright green eyes.
I was getting used to this, as much as you can. I stepped back a little, but I didn't make a sound, and my heart rate didn't raise more than a few beats per minute. The demon - horns, wings, tail, tattoos, tits like a fertility goddess - slouched casually in my shower. She winked. "Breakfast time."
"Uh, yeah." She didn't say anything in reply, just slouched there looking at me. Her wings were half-furled behind her, resting against two sides of the shower cubicle. The silence stretched. This was... awkward? It had never been awkward with Rosie. She always had something to say, something to do. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Fine," she said nonchalantly, and chewed her tongue. I couldn't hold her stare and broke away. My eyes followed her runic tattoos down her torso and got caught at her groin, at the pink, shaved slot she made no attempt to conceal. We were both stark naked, and I had an increasingly distracting hard-on. Why wasn't she trying to have sex with me?
"Why aren't you trying to have sex with me?" I asked.
She shrugged, making her tits bounce up and down. "You're the master, master. It's your move."
Nervously, I stepped into the shower and moved right in front of Rosie. Her hands stayed at her sides, her expression unreadable.
"My move, huh?" I leaned in to her elfin face and kissed her. As always, it was wonderful, and her ruby lips moved against mine, her mouth opening in a soft moan. But she wasn't truly kissing back - her tongue was still in her own mouth, her hands at her sides. Normally that incredible tongue of hers was winding around mine. Normally she pressed me to herself like she was drowning and I was bright orange and buoyant.
I pressed on, trying to vary my moves, trying to remember what she'd done to me that made me go so crazy. Keep my tongue moving, my mouth pulling back momentarily for a peck, then back in again. One hand on those voluptuous hips, the other on her cheek, stroking that fiery hair. Move down to her breast as I intensify the kiss, fondling her soft titflesh, gently at first, then more firmly. Nibble her lower lip, sucking - she gave a happy hum at that, but otherwise didn't move. Fuck, my dick was so hard. She was right here in my arms, curved and so fucking beautiful, and she wasn't even brushing her fingers against me.
I finally pulled away, nonplussed. She sucked up a little saliva on her lip, but otherwise just stared at me with the ghost of a grin on her face.
"Seriously, Rosie. What's wrong?"
"Your cock is really hard," she nodded towards it, "and yet you're just standing there." The spade-tip of her tail tapped impatiently against her leg.
"Me? You're the one acting like - "
"You know what you want," she told me firmly, green eyes burning with an uncommon intensity. "Why are you waiting for me to give it to you?"
I processed that for a second. Then I stepped back up to her and put my hand on her hip, sliding it around to grab her butt. We were face-to-face, so close, but she wasn't speaking, wasn't trying to kiss me, just staring. What had I done wrong?
My dick didn't think it had done anything wrong. It was very hard, it was very horny, and Rosie's tight pussy was right in front of it. I moved almost without thinking about it, guiding it forward towards her entrance -
- And she shied away with her hips, pulling her pussy away.
"What - " I started to growl.
Rosie stuck her tongue out at me, inches from my mouth, eyes sparkling. "Little Eric wants my pussy?" I moved forwards again and she raised her hips out of range, wings flexing to keep her balanced. "Wants to fuck my pussy?" Her tail was reaching up and pushing my torso away gently. "Why does little Eric deserve my perfect pussy?"
That was it. She was so soft, so beautiful, and she was
right there in my arms
