The Demon Lord's Sister (Oldest Greentext I made)

>TFW you see all these guys living the high life with the Demon Lord and her daughters as butlers, husbands, harem-members, etc.
>You're just the Demon Lord's Less Successful Twin's roommate.
>TFW everyone else is living some kind of sappy, hugbox romance novel
>You're standing there having a shouting match with a 7000-year-old sanitation engineer about whose turn it is to clean the toilet and who touched the fucking thermostat AGAIN.


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>Rent day cometh.
>Hours of arguing with each other and threats of calling the police from your neighbors.
>Descends into angry sex.


>She's hogging the bathroom again
>You're both sweaty and unsanitary from your blue-collar jobs.
>After 30 minutes of you banging on the bathroom door she opens it with her shirt half on and pants around her ankles.
>You have another shouting match then and there for a few minutes before wrestling into the shower for more angry sex.

>Mouse in the attic. She wants you to go take care of it.
>She's a 7000 year old all powerful Demon Lord Lite she can go take care of it herself.
>She doesn't appreciate being called Demon Lord LITE.
>More shouting. Angry sex.
>Doormouse comes down from the attic and goes find some other house to squat in because god damn you two are loud.

>Game day. Superbowl dawg.
>The new episode of Monstergirl General Hospital is also on.
>Only one TV.
>Arguing leads to a broken remote.
>Further arguing descend into angry sex, on the coffee table.

>Driving around in your shared car. Stop at a gas station to fill up and get snacks.
>They don't have what she wants. Arguing with the cashier turns into arguing with you.
>Angry anal in gas station bathroom.
>She one hit K.O. a trucker on the way out for good measure.

>Picking her up from work. She's not outside so you go into the building to see what's holding her up.
>Cunt contractor anubis telling her how a monkey could do her job.
>She did her job though so she's bearing it for the paycheck.
>Gets the paper and turns to leave with you.
>Inspecting the floor our unfortunate middle aged dog girl quips that 'and you missed a spot you failure'.
>Not something  you say to a Demon Lord Lite without getting knocked the fuck o- oh hey and down she goes.
>Argue with her in the office building about how she needs all the employment she can get right now.
>Angry sex on the spots she missed.

>Friday night. 12 PM all's quiet.
>You and her are sitting in the living room couch in the dark, dressed half assed, beer in hand enjoying the dull halftimes flickering glow of your CRT widescreen.
>Demon Lord Actual is on the TV sharing a stage with Eros.
>Giving a peace speech in some middle east country about how love and monsters and men are all the world needs and should be and other sappy crap.
>Loud sigh from your immediate left. Turn to face her. She turns to face you.
>Eyes lidded with exhaustion and resignation.
>"I hate that perfect bitch and her perfect bitch life."
>A second or two passes in silence
>"Yeah.... me too."
>Looking right at you, her eyes open a little more and her features relax.
>New life surges just under the surface and a most profane moment of recognition and understanding passes between you two.
>Everything clicks and falls into place as you both realize that within arms reach is the only person in this world who will ever truly understand you.
>In one fluid  motion you lean into each other and kiss.
>Slowly, then again, then with tongue and loud moaning and groping and the ripping of clothes.
>Goddamn you can't get these clothes off fast enough to violently mash your genitals together.
>Fucking on the couch, fall to the floor, prop her up the TV and jizz all over her sister's face on the TV screen.
>She stands up straight, turns around and jumps you.
>You catch her and are fucking here standing while she has you in a leg lock around the waist.
>More fucking while moving into the adjoining kitchenette.
>Banging on the counter, rattling the dishes and shaking up the walls.
>A loud knocking announces the now awake status of your neighbor.
>Brit fag accent telling you through the wall what bong o'clock it is and to keep it down for the queen.
"Shut the fuck up Nigel!"
>Your response
"I'mma fuck as loud as I want to you dirty CRUMPET STUFFER!"
>Hers

>Pause thrusting for a half second.
>She turns to lock eyes with you.
>Pull her in to a deep kiss and redouble your efforts to uproot the foundation.
>It's not a perfect love, but goddamit she's yours and you wouldn't give her up for the world.



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In retrospect I think I just kinda wrote her as an angrier, hornier version of the Wife from Malcom in the Middle.