Archive - Demon Transformation

>You've struggled to come to terms with it.
>You know the gist of it, but it still aches to consider.
>You don't remember the how or the why.
>Just the panicked phone calls.
>The tear stains she left on your shirt as you got the news.
>How she's spent the week whimpering, hurting and weeping on the couch.
>How you didn't pay attention when she first started complaining about migraines.
>How she couldn't sit down without wincing in pain.
>The first night you discovered she'd started sprouting wings.
>The rush to the hospital, that look the doctor gave you.
>Your girlfriend's turning into a monster. A mamono.
>It's hard not to feel responsible, somehow.
>That you should've noticed everything sooner.
>You could've saved her this pain, maybe.
>If only you'd just figured it sooner.
>You haven't left her side nearly the entire week.
>Not when she clings to you like the only solid rock in the storm.
>Not when she teary-eyed and sobbing begged you not to let her go.
>Not when she confessed she's terrified you'll leave her for this.
>That you won't love whatever she's becoming.
>That she's scared she'll hurt you or scare you away.
>Every day you've felt her change beside you.
>Her curves have swelled enough the college hoodie you let her borrow looks form-fitting.
>You have to mind the tiny growing bulge of a spaded tail every time you sit down.
>Black has started bleeding into her sclera, her skin a grayish pale.
>You couldn't stop apologizing the time you squished her wing against the sofa.
>The sound she made haunts you still.
>She's stopped smiling because she's ashamed of her fangs.
>She can barely use her fingers as the claws grow out.
>The pointy protrusions she calls her horns are achingly sore.
>You've tried to not think about how they're growing out of her skull.
>You just make sure to hold her close, always.
>Pity comes naturally whenever you put your hands on her.
>Making sure to massage all the tender spots. Every protrusion, every nub, every inch of skin she sheepishly asks for.
>Guiding chaste little kisses along her scalp. Working out the tension in her trapezius muscles with kneading hands. She's stiff as a rock.
>Rubbing her temples for her, minding the horns. Ice-packs down her lower back to try and numb the growing pains. Ibuprofen doesn't help.
>Staying close like this is the most you can do.
>She doesn't say it, but she's struggling.
>It's started seeping into her mind, clouding her thoughts.
>She doesn't know whether to see you as her boyfriend or prey.
>But you're the only thing that calms her down.
>The only thing she can focus on besides the pain.
>The soothing whispers, your hands sneaking under her hoodie to touch her skin. That smell only a lover recognizes.
>Her body wants to pin you to the floor and ravage you.
>But she can't do anything but ache.
>It's driving her mad.
>You didn't let her apologize when she clawed your shirt open.
>You joked that chicks dig scars. She didn't laugh.
>Somehow she's managed to fall asleep, awkwardly sprawled out on her front. Her head's resting against the armrest.
>You'd get her a pillow, but you don't want to wake her.
>She spent her last waking moments begging for you to touch her.
>Clumsily you adjust, minding wings and tail as you squeeze in next to her.
>Arms looped securely around her torso, lying face to face. One of your hands reaches up to run your outstretched digits through her hair.
>The doctor said the transformation took a week to finish.
>It's almost up.
>Maybe you're a little scared of what you'll wake up to, but you're not going to let it go.
>You're not going to let her go.
>No matter what, she's your girlfriend.
>And you want the first thing she wakes up to be a reminder that her boyfriend loves her.
>You lost track of how long you laid there, watching over her.
>However long you slept it wasn't enough. Your body reminds you how much it aches as soon as you groggily open your eyes.
>Stray rays of morning sunlight sneak through your living room windows. It's still early in the morning. Far too early.
>You try to close your eyes and drift back to greedily sneak in a few more minutes of shut-eye before tending to the girl in your arms, but something stops you.
>You didn't roll up in a blanket last night.
>You try to be smooth and shift to feel for her presence. She's still lying next to you. She hasn't left.
>She's breathing softly, seemingly at peace in the dreaming world. Slow, steady breaths.
>But you're bundled up in something. She couldn't have slipped away to fetch a blanket without you noticing.
>No, it's… her wings. Wrapping you up like a loving shroud.
>Those are her fingers- no, her claws wandering up your spine.
>Suddenly it dawns you that she's grown taller than you, busy nuzzling you under her chin.
>How her chest presses against your collar instead of your ribs as you hug.
>Her tail is lazily drawn across your legs, possessively pinning you down at her leisure.
>Not that you'd try to move even if you could.
>You're more than content to reciprocate, holding onto her for as long as she wants you to.
>Mere minutes pass before she begins to stir awake, her arms tightening around you to squeeze, to make sure you're still there.
>You are. Quietly she runs her lips through your hair, leaving a chaste peck on your scalp.
>There's a husky, stygian echo to her whisper as she asks if you had a good night's sleep.
>You nod against her, and she runs her hand down your back in approval.
>There's a kind of confidence in her smile she's never worn before.
>Surefire, certain. Genuine. Almost as warm as her naked body against you.
>Somehow she managed to rip out of your old hoodie overnight, but you don't mind. Not in the slightest.
>She notices you don't mind, soliciting a knowing chuckle rumbling up from her chest.
>You sheepishly stumble to excuse it as just morning wood, but she hushes you with a finger to your lips.
>Her lips brush against your ear, her breath hot as she whispers that it's okay. That she understands.
>That you must be so pent-up over not getting any all week long.
>You make a final attempt at token resistance, but your words are lost to her kiss.
>It's only right she rewards you for being there for her, she insists.
>Her eyes are so dark yet gleam with unrestrained hunger as she moves to straddle you.
>Her hair falls down in long tresses, framing her growing grin as her gaze follows her hand.
>Down your front, drawing a line from your navel to your groin, your erection shamelessly bulging in your boxers.
>One of her claws catches on the hem - and tugs, coaxing them off.
>It's hard not to blush at the sound she makes as your cock is finally freed, tip already slick with pre.
>It's hard not to gasp as it throbs under her touch, your body squirming beneath hers as she comes to rest on top of you.
>Pressing her heaving chest against yours, peppering your jawline and chin with kisses as she strokes. Prepares you.
>All her little 'thank you's and 'I love you's slowly shift into a vague blur of affection before she retracts, her wings stretching out in full.
>You're ready, and she's hungry.
>It's not your first time, but she still threatens to push you over the edge as soon as her pussy clamps down on your dick.
>Your breath hitches, your heart skips a beat - but she's not going to let you go so easily.
>Despite that instinct to just squeeze you dry every action, every shift she makes is slow and deliberate.
>Making sure your eyes never stray from hers, that your hands are clasped tight.
>That she has your adorable, flustered face right where she wants it as she rides you.
>That you get the message that this is not for the sake of that unfamiliar hunger inside of her, but for her. For both of you.
>For how you still love her despite the kind of monstrosity she's become.
>Ultimately it's less for the sake of pleasure and more for the sake of feeling her close again.
>Like a snapping cord you release inside her, shuddering and gasping for air as she leisurely spreads herself on top of you.
>Quietly coaxes every last drop out of you with a body so strangely familiar to her.
>Lets you revel in the feeling, to give into her.
>Spent, you collapse still quivering into her waiting arms.
>Neither of you say a word as you recover.
>You don't have to.
>All she needs is to see your smile.