MGC Daki Service greentext (demon)

>Have trouble sleeping at night.
>Sign up for the MGC Daki service.
>As a customer, not employee.
>They have a roster of men and monsters they send out to customers to be used as Dakis.
>Strict no sex rule but it's still basically a glorified dating service.
>The monsters are mostly weresheep and dormice and things of that nature.
>Doorbell rings at 10:30, you go answer it.
>It's a demon. Blue skin, slitted eyes glowing yellow, evil looking black horns.
>She's wearing some kind of skin-tight leather catsuit that shows off an absurdly hourglass-shaped figure.
>She's tall as well; with her high heels she's almost as tall as you.
>Her cold glare freezes you in place when you open the door. This can't possibly be the girl you're waiting for.
>"Are you Anon?" Her voice is emotionless and commanding.
>You say that you are.
>She nods and marches into your home.
>"I'm Verina. I'm from the Daki service. Are you ready for bed? I don't mind waiting a bit if you need some time."
>You immensely regret signing up. You're feeling awkward and a little afraid but you don't want to make this any worse so you decide to go along with it for now.
>You say you're ready and quickly show her around the house.
>In short order you are lying in bed with only the dim light of your bedside lamp to see by and Verina is in your bathroom 'preparing'.
>She comes out a few minutes later wearing a modest white linen nighty with a flower print.
>She's carrying one of those special pillows meant to accommodate horns. It's shaped like a cartoon sheep and kind of looks like a teddy bear.
>She places it next to you and silently slips under the covers, turning the light off on the way in.
>She laid down facing you; you can see her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

>After a few moments of silence she inches closer and nudges you.
>Taking the hint, you roll onto your side and hesitantly wrap your arms around her, holding her like you would a daki and silently freaking the fuck out.
>She calmly snuggles into you, wrapping her spade tail around one of your legs and resting her face lightly against yours.
>She's out like a light within seconds.
>You wake up in the morning in the exact same position, with her staring at your face.
>You lock eyes with her and - not knowing what to do - end up stuck like that.
>You spend fifteen minutes staring at each other with her tail drawing lazy circles on the top of your foot.
>After which she wordlessly gets up and leaves the room.
>You find her in the kitchen, still in her pajamas, making pancakes.
>After the two of you have breakfast together she changes back into her normal clothes, gives you a cool but polite goodbye, then leaves.
>She left her pillow on your bed though.
>All you can think is 'what the actual fuck just happened?'

>This repeats the next day with two small variations.
>First, she plays the little spoon that night instead of going face to face, which is a huge relief. That shit was disturbing.
>Second, it's waffles in the morning instead of pancakes.
>Made from scratch, with an antique waffle press she left in your kitchen the night before.
>They're covered in blackberry syrup (also homemade), strawberry slices, and cream.
>The two of you are sitting side by side at the kitchen table. You don't know why; she waited for you to sit down then sat to your immediate left.
>Halfway through the meal you notice her staring at you. Not at your eyes like usual though, her gaze is a little lower. Your lips?

>When you pause in your eating she gently cups your chin with one hand and leads your face toward hers.
>She leans across your body, her breasts pressing against your arm and shoulder, and licks the left side of you face.
>And I mean she REALLY licks it.
>A slow, firm lick with her whole tongue that starts at the corner of your mouth and trails halfway across your cheek.
>She backs away a few inches afterward, still staring at your mouth. You can hear her tongue moving in her mouth and see her swallowing, like she's savoring the flavor.
>Then she goes in again.
>A much slower and harder lick this time, catching more of your lips.
>Her tongue is wiggling around and rubbing back and forth against your skin like it's made of candy.
>She's salivating like crazy, you can feel it drenching your cheek and lip for a moment before she licks it up.
>When she finishes she grabs a napkin from the table and uses it to delicately dry off the spot she licked.
>Satisfied, she meets your eyes briefly then goes back to her meal.
>Too stunned to follow suit, you sit there watching her.
>A minute or two go by and her movements suddenly slow. She gets a spaced out look in her eyes like she's thinking about something.
>Then she starts to look worried. You can't say how exactly - her face is the same as before - but her eyes come back into focus suddenly and she looks tense.
>She peeks in your direction and freezes when she sees you staring at her.
>She gives a little start then goes back to eating.
>The rest of the morning goes as normal. You finish breakfast, she helps clean up then goes on her way. She does seem a touch off when she leaves though.

>This goes on for about a week.
>One morning you notice she seems interested in the entertainment center in your room.
>You aren't sure why, none of the equipment is particularly nice. You've still got a DVD/VHS combo hooked up under your blu-ray.
>That night she shows up a couple hours earlier than usual.
>Asks if you want to watch a movie.
>Yeah sure, why not.
>She hands you a bag.
>You open it and see 3 VHS cassettes.
>Alien, Sleepless in Seattle, The Lion King.
>She asks you to pick one.

>You go for Alien.
>Turns out she's never seen it.
>Her parents thought it was too scary for her when she was younger.
>Ask her why she never watched it when she was older.
>She says she didn't want to watch a scary movie alone.
>"You could have watched it with friends or something."
>She cocks her head to the side with a frown.
>Either that idea never occurred to her before, or she doesn't have friends.
>The previews start rolling and you two climb into bed. You make your customary pillow recliner/fortress for maximum comfy, she settles in on the other side.
>By the end of the movie she has joined you in your fortress and pulled one of your arms around her like a scarf. You get the impression she's a little scared but her face doesn't show it.
>You get up to return the movie to it's case. She follows you.
>"Do you need to go to the bathroom, Anon?"
>"Hm? No, I'm alright."
>"Oh."
>She follows you around silently for a bit.
>"I think I heard water, Anon."
>"Water?"
>"You should check to make sure your toilet isn't running. You could run up your water bill like that."
>"...I see. I guess I'll do that, then."
>"I'll come with you, to make sure you don't slip."
>"Right..."
>You take a quick look around the bathroom, nothing is running.
>Verina nods. "I guess I must have been hearing things. Well, since we're here anyways, we might as well use it."
>You try not to roll your eyes. "Of course. I'll just step outside, you can go ahead."
>"Wait!"
>You watch tiny changes pass over her face as she processes the current situation. Careful weighing of options. A desperate search for an excuse to keep you in the room without giving away how scared she is. Reluctant, unwilling acceptance.
>"Hey," her eyes look fall away from yours and look into the distance, "do you want to watch me pee?"

>You can see her pride crumbling as she says the words.
>"You want me to watch you pee?"
>"Yeah, it'll be fun." Her voice is even more emotionless than usual. "It's one of those things, right? A fetish?" The life is gone from her eyes. "I'm a pervert. A hopeless pervert who enjoys men watching me pee. Please watch me pee."
>She bunches up and lifts the long skirt of her nightie revealing childish white cotton underwear.
>"Don't you think it would be better to just admit that you're sca-" at that moment your circuit breaker trips and the lights go out.
>Verina grabs onto you full-force and between her, her skirt tangled around both of you, and the darkness, you can't keep on your feet.
>You land in the most awkward position possible, pressed against the back of the toilet with Verina in your lap facing you.
>There's dead silence except for two people panting and the very characteristic sound of a stream of liquid trickling into the toilet.
>You feel something warm on the inside of one of your thighs.
>"...Hey."
>"Yeah?"
>"Can I borrow of pair of your underwear?"
>"Yeah."