Demon Short

"Halt, human! You dare not enter these lands! Or else!"

Sighing, but with a smile, you locked the front door and turned around, letting your briefcase fall onto the floor. "Or else what?" You asked back, smiling down at the small Demon girl that was confronting you, her foam sword pointed at you.

"Or else-! Um, uh..." She trailed off, the sword lowering from in front of your face as her bravery deflated and wings folded in on themselves. "...Y-You win this time, human! But next time you won't be so lucky!" In an instant, your daughter had turned on her heel and ran back upstairs, presumably to her room, the blue-skinned Demon girl sticking her tongue out at you in mockery before she disappeared.

Shaking your head and chuckling to yourself, you made a mental note to spend some time later that night having one of the foam sword fights which she loved so much with her, probably after dinner. Shrugging off your coat and hanging it up, you smiled again when you heard a faint feminine giggling coming from the nearby living room, your grin only growing when you finally walked in and caught sight of your lovely wife sitting on the couch.

She must have had a clear view of your daughter's stand-off against you, the Demon woman's legs tucked under her, her giggles finally wearing off. "Quite the welcome home, no?" She teased you as you stepped into the room, patting her lap and turning down the volume of the television at the same time. "Come, rest your head."

Her soft thighs seemed quite inviting, and after a long day at the office, it seemed like the perfect way to relax. Laying down so that you were gazing up at her, you couldn't help but smile as her long spade-tipped tail wrapped around your leg, squeezing softly as her hands began to work off your tie.

"You look rather tired, long day?" She asked in a soft voice, a hint of worry etched into it.

"Nothing that a little while cuddling you won't fix."

The Demon's blue cheeks tinted red at your comment, her sharp ears wiggling a little in happiness. "Hush, you." She muttered through trying to suppress a smile, playful tapping your forehead with a few fingers.

You blinked a few times and wriggled around a bit to settle into your wife's soft lap, smiling up at her, but your eyes slowly began to drift towards two soft mounds slightly blocking your view, a smug grin visibly growing on her lips as she noticed where your attention was drifting.

Slowly, your view of her slowly began to diminish, the Demon slouching over until both of her breasts were resting right over your eyes and face, the two of you breaking out into a chorus of laughs at the same time. She ran her fingers through your hair as her tail squeezed down on your leg again, your Demon wife sitting back upright. "Oh..." She mused, shaking a few strands of her hair that wasn't tied back in her bun away from her eyes. "I love you so much, my sweet."

Her stroking moved to your forehead, her other hand coming to grab one of yours and squeeze. "Rest your eyes, I already have dinner in the oven, so we can spend a while relaxing together." She turned off her soap opera at the same time, quietness settling over the living room as your wife continued to dote on you, your eyes slowly falling closed. "Lasagna, your favourite."

"Thank you..." You whispered, the calm, loving demeanour of your wife making you smile.