~Solicitation Is Hard~
Stanley and Ezraphel were watching a romantic comedy because Stanley made the mistake of showing Ezraphel Ridley Scott’s Alien last week as part of their weekly ‘Greatest Movie Classics of the Modern Era’ bit where he would pick an old classic to show her, slowly working their way up to the modern era.
For Stanley the movie was pure nostalgia fuel and cinematic appreciation. Unfortunately Ezraphel did not share his appreciation, the special effects that looked dated to him looked plenty real for her and despite being a type of demon herself the movie was pure nightmare fuel for the Lilim. It was actually fascinating and initially comedic to see how a person who has never been exposed to modern cinema would react to seeing something that could be called a cinematic marvel of its time.
Ezraphel was so completely absorbed in the movie that Stanley found it more interesting watching her reactions than the actual movie itself. The nail biting edge of your seat tension, the open mouthed shock and awe and most importantly the pants pissing fear (which it thankfully did not literally come to) had all been so genuine, so fresh that Stanley didn’t even mind that by the halfway point she was effectively using him as a full body comfort pillow.
Seriously she wasn’t clinging to him she held him like a big ol’ teddy bear, not that he had much of a problem with this, he got his.
In any case in order to calm her down he had to show her the behind the scenes footage and making of the movie. It took much longer than he expected to convince her that the Xenomorph did not exist in this dimension at any point and that humans on this earth hadn’t even discovered space travel as depicted in the film. She already knew this, Stanley figured she did because this whole fiasco had transitioned into an hour long make out session.
Today they were watching the Notebook and boy did Stanley feel like he betrayed his gender by being the one who suggested it. Stanley wasn’t watching the movie, you could not pay him to watch a movie like The Notebook so instead he relegated himself to watching Ezraphel’s reaction. Again it fascinates him to watch a girl who genuinely believes in that ‘love conquers all’ narrative reacting to a romance movie which panders to that belief. The worst part is that The Notebook is technically a classic within its genre so he couldn’t put on a second movie which he liked.
She cried at the end and Stanley did as any boyfriend should and gripped her hand reassuringly to sell the illusion that he actually paid attention. Of course after the movie is when uncomfortable things relating to the status of their relationship started coming up.
Things change yet they remain the same, after their first or rather second emotional heart-to-heart Stanley and Ezraphel have finally settled down into a normal relationship. Or as normal as one could get with a short, reclusive ‘21st century Schizoid’ weeaboo, pessimist and a high-tier Succubus Princess (aka Lilim) from another dimension.
Watching Noah and Allie’s relationship on screen has made Ezraphel reflect on her relationship with Stanley and the first thing to come up is the fact that they weren’t even married. They weren’t married by human standards and they weren’t even married by Mamono standards which in hindsight is kinda sad actually.
“Ez, you know at this point marriage for humans in this era is nothing but a certificate, a stupid ring and a gaudy ceremony of validation. It really doesn’t matter if we’re married” he slipped a hand around her waist and hugged “you’re my woman”
‘God it feels weird saying that’
Ezraphel practically melted into his embrace, enveloping him with her larger body “I know, it’s just that…” she trailed off.
“…is it the sex?”
“YE~S” she cried out in a whine before gaining a sad look “and I want everyone to know me as Ezraphel Burkowitz”
Stanley looked at his girlfriend oddly “Ezraphel Burkowitz?”
The Stanley nodded, still looking depressed but with a note a cheerfulness in her tone “is it not tradition for the wife to take the family name of her husband?”
“Well yeah but…”
“Is there something wrong with it?”
“No! I mean, kinda? Look I never thought I’d get married so I’m just…wrapping my head around a Mrs. Burkowitz that isn’t my mom.”
Ezraphel hummed at that “I’d love to meet her, someday”
Stanley froze, looked her in the eye before looking to the side “yeah, someday” the terse tone and the increased tension was very noticeable.
Ezraphel did not pry and instead changed the subject “can we watch another?”
“G-uh actually I have to catch up on some work” he said just a bit too quickly.
“Truly? You usually have time for another.”
“Yeah, I know, something came up.”
“Hmm” she stared at him while humming causing the hair on his neck to stand up.
She leaned up for a kiss and he obliged only to be taken off guard when she dragged him down and proceeded to rape his mouth with her tongue. Ten minutes later a dazed Stanley was stumbling away while Ezraphel giggled at his silly expression.
‘She does that on purpose’
As Stanley finally made it to his office he locked the door before collapsing on his game chair aka The Throne. If there was one downside to all this, it has to be the fact that Stanley no longer had that barrier of anger, suspicion and paranoia to distract him from the fact that Ezraphel is literally the sexiest woman alive. Oh sure he acts chevalier about it but it doesn’t change the fact that Ezraphel is very much out of his league, like literal dimensions apart.
Yes that was meant to be ironic.
Also take note of three facts:
First, Stanley is still a virgin.
Second, Stanley has not masturbated since two days before the day Ezraphel fell in his backyard.
Third, understandably this means that Stanley is really fucking horny.
While the anxiety of the cons of having sex with Ezraphel has been quelled as well as the worry about her consumption of his spirit energy (aka semen) in general one might ask why Stanley hasn’t just asked Ezraphel to help him ‘release.’ Yet that does bring up the question: how does one broach that particular subject to their girlfriend
Oh sure you expect it to be easy because she’s a succubus who is obviously thirsty for him but it still doesn’t change the fact that Stanley would be soliciting Ezraphel for sexual favors. It took him a month of cohabitation to admit he has feelings for her, this is literally his first week recognizing her as his girlfriend. Some guys would call him a pussy, he’d call himself inexperienced. He’s pretty sure even guys trolling for prostitutes for the first time don’t just roll up and ask for their services.
He’s more surprised that she hasn’t tried anything. Seriously, aside from the extra long make out sessions, cuddling and even a bit of heavy petting that never went anywhere Ezraphel has been really mellow. If there was a phrase to describe Ezraphel this week it would be ‘natural high’ and that was puzzling for him. There was something not quite right with this picture and it has everything to do with the fact that Ezraphel has stopped seducing him, period.
She is acting decidedly very human in this relationship, technically the perfect girlfriend and he would have been totally fine with that if she were human. The problem is she isn’t human, she is sex personified and every single time he interacts with her over the course of the past few days he felt as if he’s being cock blocked and blue balled all at once.
‘I really need to get this fixed’
Well he was alone in his office, the door is locked and he is sitting by his computer. Various porn/hentai sites are literally a few key strokes away.
“Hrrrr” he pursed his lips letting out a long groan. His hands twitched to the keyboard dexterous fingers on autopilot as they began to-
Your succubus girlfriend is literally in the next room, stupid.
With that friendly reminder from his brain, he began to imagine how Ezraphel would react to him rubbing one out without her involvement.
He’s almost there, Stanley’s eyes were glued to the screen as his hand moved quickly, sweet release was literally within his grasp.
Suddenly it all came crashing down faster than his door did. Startled even past his noise-cancelling headphones Stanley looked at where his door was and gasped in pure unadulterated horror. Ezraphel was standing there, red eyes glowing unholy light, slasher smile in place and looking like something Freddy Krueger repressed as trauma.
“Stanley~” her demonic voice spoke in a horrifying coo.
“It’s time for your Conjugal Visit” Ezraphel reached behind her back and hefted The Penetrator, from Saints Row.
Stanley’s eyes turned into pinpricks “no…”
Suddenly he found himself relocated to a room looking like Jigsaw was the interior decorator, bound and bent over a metal table with his pants gone.
Ezraphel pulled a chord he hadn’t noticed a few times and the giant purple dildo bat started vibrating with chainsaw sound effects.
With a giant purple dildo bat violently vibrating in hand and a crazed witch-like cackling she stalked forward.
And he was back in his office, the hand hovering over his keyboard pushed his chair away “nope.”
He knew he might be over exaggerating her reaction but Murphy’s Law became a thing for a reason so… not pulling the pin on that grenade. With that said, the horror of that what if scenario he hallucinated somehow wasn’t enough to get rid of his erection and that is very concerning. In any case he’d have to get a cold shower, videogames weren’t going to do anything for him and the longer he stayed by a computer unsupervised the more tempted he’d be to use the ‘fuck-it’ compliance.
So with that Stanley exited the office in desperate need of a cold shower, as he was pitching a tent and despite his earlier ponderings he just could not think outside of how embarrassing it would be if Ezraphel saw it.
‘What the hell was that?’
For a moment he swore he heard a-
Oh shit was he having that kind of hallucination, again?
Wait, that is not in his head.
“No fucking way”
Boner forgotten Stanley made his way to the living room where he came upon a sight that was most…peculiar. From his position he could see the back of Ezraphel’s head, she was sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the Stanley which was definitely showing ‘sexually explicit subject matter’ aka porn. Ezraphel was watching porn on his 75 inch plasma screen HD TV.
As a precaution during that first week of her stay Stanley had made sure to add child blockers to the TV and programmed the laptop he gave her to block explicit materials. It was to protect himself but in hindsight he saw that his decision actually protected them both. Ezraphel may be an apex sex demon with comparatively dubious morals when it comes to sexuality and freedom of expression but all the same she was an innocent girl.
She was scared during Aliens, she cried at the end of The Notebook and she held him tightly the whole night after watching Titanic because she didn’t want to let him go.
‘Wait…’ his eyes trailed to the side where he saw his laptop resting on the coffee table.
And suddenly the stars were aligned and in his haste to flee without her noticing his arousal (she did btw) he forgot to close down his laptop where he had hooked it to the TV when streaming the movie.
Stanley palmed his face ‘fuck you Murphy’
Still he had to wonder if this was a thing with her species because he was only gone for ten minutes!
Ten minutes alone with an unblocked laptop and she already found porn. One can only imagine what she would find after a whole day, he swallowed at the implications and shuddered at what that would mean for him if she suddenly got interested in some of the things she would see.
*The Violator Flashback*
‘No! Evil thoughts Fuck Off!’
He could do much about it now but this does raise some interesting prospects. How would Mamono react to the modern era’s porn industry? There’s no doubt that they would be all up in that, hands down the first business that they would effectively take over should they ever cross over. More importantly he’s been standing there watching Ezraphel for a while now and while he had been shocked at the fact she managed to discover porn in under ten minutes of not being supervised her reaction to it was…
“No, NO, NO!” the frustrated Lilim yelled at the TV “you’re doing it all wrong! Use your mouth to make a seal around the head then swirl your tongue!”
…not what he was expecting.
“Don’t forget the balls-gah!” eventually she raised her hand in frustration and opened a can of soda and took a swig “tch, amateurs.”
…what the hell was happening right now?
In his gawking at her reaction he hadn’t realized that he had walked close enough to stand at the edge of the sofa.
“Are you well?”
“Yeah I’m…” his eyes flickered to the screen briefly “I see you found the uh, porn” he said oddly calm about the whole thing.
At the mention of this her brows furrowed “is that what this is called?”
“Yeah, you don’t like it?”
“I find it lacking” she said with all the air and sophistication of a woman whose pallet was distinguished “her techniques are deplorable. None of them seem to take into consideration there partner’s cues when attempting to give pleasure and now that I look at it, obviously there is no love between them. If I didn’t know any better I’d say this wasn’t even real.”
Stanley opened his mouth, closed it and thought about what she said before chuckling “that’s because it isn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this is basically entertainment for the masses” he said ignoring the moans onscreen “They fuck but it’s not real, it’s just like any other show…except they don’t censor the sex”
Ezraphel blinked then watched the scene with pursed lips “so it is as if they are both actors in a play?”
“…this is the worst show of acting I have ever seen from this world” really,
“Yeah, people don’t watch porn for the acting and it’s not as if porn stars are trained actors anyway”
“I suppose that makes sense” her eyes went to Stanley.
“Why was this on your device and not mine?”
“Have you been watching this…travesty all along?”
Panic entered his expression, as well as it should. In his stammering he managed to get out “I-I…I mean I did- I was…”
Ezraphel gasped “Stanley you would release yourself to this?”
“O-Oh come on! I haven’t done that since you got here!” he yelled out in panic.
“Hmph, as you should” she nodded “for I am clearly superior to this so-called porn star.”
“Ugh, can you please shut that off?”
“Really hard to concentrate with that on right now Ez” he spoke through gritted teeth.
“So be it” she used her burgeoning technical skill to close the window.
“How the heck did you manage to find that anyway?”
“I was curious as to the things you would be interested in and I saw in your browser history that particular site is one where you frequently visited in the past”
She paused in surprise and slight worry as Stanley smacked himself in the face, hard.
Immediately she was by his side “why did you hit yourself?”
“Punishment for sheer stupidity”
“Never mind” he waved her off “and for future reference I do not appreciate people going through my personal laptop its’ why I gave you your own” he said this while disconnecting his laptop from the TV and closing it.
“Understood” she answered but frowned in contemplation while watching him.
“Do you…normally watch such things Stanley?”
Stanley did not panic this time, instead he took a deep breath “I did, not anymore though”
“Don’t have much time for watching those since…you know” he made gestures at her body “embodiment of sex living in the house”
The Lilim smiled as a gleam entered her eyes and her tone took on a teasing edge “oh Stanley, you flatterer~”
“Whatever” He rolled his eyes, trying to hide his emotions behind a veil of apathy.
Ezraphel saw through his rouse however and giggled before latching onto him as he tried to make his escape “wait~”
Pulling him onto the sofa Stanley found himself on top of her, his head between the valley of her cleavage, she smelled of lilac and milk for some reason. He knew from experience that struggling was futile so he simply rested his laptop on the floor and soaked up the warmth and intimacy of her embrace with a red tinged face.
“Ez, what are you doing?”
“Why you haven’t asked me to help relieve you?”
Jolting his body upwards he only succeeded in moving his head up to look the Lilim in her eyes. She had red dusting her cheeks, a smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes only intensified.
Stanley swallowed “oh, you noticed that?”
“Stanley” she began with a mock exasperation “I tasted it. Do you honestly believe I would not notice my own Husband was pent up? I find your lack of faith in my capabilities to be highly disturbing my dear.”
…she has a point and at that moment Stanley realized his mistake. Because she has been so blatant about so many things he had perceived her as being girl who isn’t capable of subtlety. Clearly he was mistaken, just as it was clear that this might have been her way of getting him back for those earlier days together.
“If you knew all that, why didn’t you say anything?” She’s been going on about him being her husband and occasionally spouting off about her role as his wife he couldn’t fathom why she wouldn’t have at least offered to ‘ease the tension’ earlier.
She gave a cute tilt of her head “why Stanley, you had been so insistent on setting the pace of our relationship. As my earlier attempts had been not so fruitful I thought it would be best to let you decide when we should become more…intimate~”
Stanley glared at her with the intensity of a supernova yet Ezraphel maintained her coy smirk. Closing his eyes, Stanley fought the urge to verbally rip into her, it might have been those breathing exercises he looked up, it might have been the feel of her soft boobs pressed against him but Stanley found he was able to remain calm.
“I see what you did there?” he grumbled finding the strength to leave her embrace.
She allowed him to “hm, what ever could you mean Stanley?”
“No, no” he said ignoring her words now sitting by the sofa armrest “I was kind of a dick, I get that.”
She kept her smile and quirked a brow.
After a bit of awkward silence Stanley looked to the side “so, all I have to do is say the word and you’d do anything I say?”
“That is correct~”
His eyes flickered to her “anything?”
He was now suddenly aware of her choice of attire, a tank top and short shorts, not that he hadn’t notice before because who wouldn’t but nowadays he learned not to look too closely where Ezraphel is concerned. And speaking of which said Lilim was now laid out on the sofa in what he’d affectionately call her ‘centerfold pose.’ How she manages to do something like a Playboy modeling pose so naturally is lost on him, what he does know is that is it super effective.
“You were about to say…”
Oh right soliciting his girlfriend, one moment.
He coughed in his hand to regain his composure “Ezraphel”
This got her to sit up straight “yes~”
“I want you”
She leaned forward smile widening “hmm?”
“Hmmmmm~” the excitement was palpable now!
“Wash my car”
Cue the record scratching, glass shattering, face faulting effects as Ezraphel’s carefully constructed façade gave way to incredulity.
“I-I beg your pardon?”
“Wash. My. Car” he repeated slowly, thoroughly enjoying her expressions “what, don’t tell me you were expecting something else?” red eyes over black sclera narrowed at the mocking tone “I mean you did say you would do anything I wanted right?”
“…that is true I suppose” she said uncertainly before giving him a confused look “but why that?”
Stanley shrugged “you’ve managed to clean everywhere in the house except the car so I thought ‘why the hell not’ you know?”
She doesn’t and she knew that he was only partially telling the truth.
“Great!” he said cheerily before standing “I’ll bring the car in the backyard, you get the hose”
He paused “oh right, they don’t have cars where you’re from. Come to think of it why haven’t you washed the car yet?”
At this Ezraphel came up short, looking a bit embarrassed as her tail waved languidly behind her. It wasn’t as if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind but…the reason is most ridiculous.
“I…just…never got around to it? Y-your ‘car’ seemed clean enough to my eyes Stanley”
“You know I’d be inclined to agree with you if you hadn’t cleaned the carpet, wax the floor and sanitized the furniture…in a single day…all by yourself.”
Ezraphel folded her arms, emphasizing her chest and looked away with a petulant pout “it is the truth!”
“Okay” he says that but this will definitely not be the last they will have of this conversation “You might want to Google how to wash cars”
Ezraphel scoffed and flipped her hair “I have no need for aid Stanley. I am very capable of washing your car” the last bit came out in a small snarl.
Seriously what is her deal with that thing?
“If you say so, you’re the Princess Maid.”
Ezraphel puffed out her chest “of course!”
‘This might actually work out better than I thought’
If there is one pet peeve Stanley had in his life it is being seen as predictable by people.
Oh he doesn’t have the aptitude like his brother, he’ll probably end up working a dead end job at some fast food joint, renting cheap apartments and such.
Instead he became a self sufficient, self made man, living in an upscale neighborhood, in a house he paid off with money earned from ‘the greatest job in the 21st century.’
Oh, he doesn’t socialize with people so he’ll end up living alone with no friends eventually dying a virgin.
Well he is being spoiled by his girlfriend who is literally out of this world and sexiest woman alive.
Oh, she’s a Lilim and a virgin nerd like him will cave into her in no time.
Well nothing can be said that hasn’t already been said in the story so far about that.
So when Ezraphel expected him to ‘beg’ for a sexual favor, how could Stanley not defy expectations by asking her to for something no one would ever expect? Even better, after he thought about it Stanley is convinced all those years of playing real time strategy games might have turned him into a low key genius.
Wash my car.
Of course one could never see the brilliance of those words at first glance but Stanley sat on his lawn chair, shades on his face, bucket of ice containing assorted sodas to the side and a view that was to die for he could only think to himself
‘Nice job brain’
How could he not pat himself on the back for duping his girlfriend into washing his car in the middle of summer? And in true Lilim fashion she managed to, without a single prompt, make it look like the thing he’d ever seen. Popping off a cold one he watched as Ezaphel, clad in a white T-shirt (tied at the bottom to show off her flat stomach) and a pair of low cut short jeans proceed to act out number eight of his top ten fantasies.
Just to be clear, Stanley did not at all give her any sort of command on what to do or what to wear aside from telling her to Google how to wash cars. He brought the car in and she came out looking like a college sorority girl in a raunchy porn flick. Of course Stanley predicted this because at this point he had established it as a fact that when left unsupervised then somehow, someway Ezraphel will find a means of being sexually explicit.
Leave her in a room with his laptop for a few minutes?
She discovered Pornhub.
Have her clean your house?
Topless in the backyard wiping down furniture.
Wash your car?
Suddenly it’s the setup for a fucking rap music video.
Again that was the idea but damn.
As for Ezraphel herself, once she realized he was going to be watching something told Stanley the car isn’t gonna be the only thing that’s hot and wet. In her defense she was actually doing a pretty good job of washing his car, as a matter of fact once he managed to soak up enough of the sight of Ezraphel in a wet T-shirt she may or may not have deliberately soaked he actually started paying attention to what she was doing.
All her movements while made to entice actually served a purpose in getting that car cleaned. It was actually pretty remarkable how she is able to combine the sensual movements of a dancer with the technical precision of someone who actually knows what she’s doing.
Oh, now she’s twerking her ass in his direction while cleaning out the interior.
…what was he talking about?
He shrugged ‘guess it wasn’t important’
At least not as important as what was going on in front of him, no siree.
Life is good.
On the other end of the spectrum Ezraphel was finding difficulty in her assignment. Not to say that it was difficult to clean the vehicle but she does have grievances with it and cars in general. Over the course of several days Ezraphel had bore witness to a number of these vehicles flipping, crashing, burning and exploding in a number of ‘movies’ Stanley had chosen. Stanley did not seem to think anything of this but a quick search for the number of accidents that befell the various ‘automobiles’ running on the road has created a stigma within Ezraphel for the contraptions.
With the amount of fatal motor vehicle accidents recorded yearly Ezraphel could not fathom why Stanley would own one of those death traps, let alone ride in it. The only thing that stopped her from disposing of the thing (other than attracting her Stanley’s ire) is because the man seldom leaves his home. She never did mention her concerns to Stanley, mostly because he would laugh and tell her how ridiculous she sounded.
Taking advantage of the fountain of knowledge available to her Ezraphel had went on a one woman crusade to assuage her fears. She had spent an entire afternoon going over the causes of these accidents and came to the conclusion that there were just too many variables to pinpoint probable cause. From human stupidity, to problems with the vehicle itself, drivers of other cars or even improbable accidents, the list can go on. What she could do however is place protection spells on the vehicle itself to ensure that neither it nor her Stanley would be harmed, because she knew how much he valued the blasted thing.
Ezraphel arched her back while rubbing circles in the hood, ever mindful of her one man audience and how she could feel him practically raping her with his eyes.
“Wash my car.”
She scoffed, she knew damn well that wasn’t what he was going to say but could hardly dispute the words that came out of his mouth. It was puzzling to her why he would even say such a thing in the first place. How could he say such a thing? Ezraphel had him, she did, she could see it, she could feel it and hell, she could taste it, his arousal that is. Stanley was a resilient man but not even the Heroes blessed by the Chief Goddess herself would be able to do anything less than beg for her body if placed in Stanley’s position.
Yet her Stanley had been able to while not under any silly notions such as a ‘crisis in faith’ whatever that means. What really clinched it for the Lilim is the randomness of the order itself.
“Wash my car.”
If she didn’t know any better she’d think that this was all part of the plan from the beginning. Considering her current position of essentially putting on a show for her Stanley it is plausible that this might have been the case. Ezraphel very much doubted that, his emotions were in too much turmoil and focused lust to have thought of something like this long term. Which means the decision might have been a spur of the moment thing that is paying dividends in this moment.
This only drives home the fact that her Stanley is one of the cleverest human even if he doesn’t know it. Just then she crouched down to clean the wheels. The visible straps of her black thong and the short jeans riding up served to give a tantalizing view of her rear. Despite this seemingly deliberate and smooth motion Ezraphel’s mind was elsewhere.
‘If he were born in my dimension I could only imagine where he would be’
A noble was the most obvious position when comparing his current life, although she would not rule out others. For instance while Stanley lived the life of a noble he was actually very hardworking, earnest and economic. Combine all these traits together along with his intelligence and guile and you have the makings of a very successful merchant.
“Hmm, though a merchant would have to travel and meet with potential customers” Ezraphel hummed to her herself while using her tail to hand the wet sponge only to accidently squeeze it and let it run down her back down to the valley of her cheeks “oops.”
That got a shudder from the boy who was watching behind those dark shades.
‘What else could Stanley become?’
If she were to use his most prevalent personality traits while mirroring his current lifestyle choices and combine them with the right circumstances then it is in her opinion that Stanley would have been…a magus. But not just any old hedge-mage, charlatan sorcerer or what have you.
Her Stanley is not a man who will be satisfied with being a pawn on another’s board. Whether it be people, mamono or even the gods themselves, he is the type of person to ‘flip’ the table and leave rather than play games, especially if it involves his life. To that end Stanley would completely divorce himself from society to immerse himself in the arcane. The difference between him and every other magical practitioner is that he will have the will and ability to succeed where most would fail.
Concepts such as fame and glory mean absolutely nothing to him. He will only be interested in his personal safety, security and anonymity. To that end through his arcane studies as well as clandestine machinations he will amass an excess of financial wealth and magical power with just enough influence in the world to ensure his safety. He will be a force all onto himself but one few would be privy to the identity of and fewer would dare to cross.
She imagined he would create a pocket dimension with the most powerful security spells layered upon each other to provide maximum safety. His dimension would be akin to a farm where he grows his own crops and rears animals for food. A forest would surround it bearing plants and herbs used in making potions or alchemical ingredients. While nature would prevail on the outside, Stanley’s home would be one of luxury and she could imagine he would appropriate Magitech into his studies.
She kept imagining a more archaic version of his home on earth.
Ezraphel paused in her thought at this, she wondered what the outcome would be if she were to use her spell and ended up intruding into the life of this alternate Stanley.
While she was in her thoughts she continued to diligently perform her duties such was her impeccable ability to multi-task.
“Hm?” her thoughts interrupted and she paused “something is not right.”
Her gaze turned to her beloved, the sight of whom caused the Lilim to pout in consternation. But how could she not be aggravated when she is out here in the sun doing what she does best for only one person to see and said person fell asleep in the middle of it!
How could any man fall asleep in the middle of watching her? She has the right mind to administer some punishment for his transgression,
‘As a matter of fact…’ a devious smile came upon her lips.
Stanley would not be able to properly recall when had fallen asleep as his dreams were filled with much magic and whimsy. Those dreams would be drowned by a spray of water that had him sputtering and falling off the lawn chair. Hearing the feminine giggles accompanying his predicament Stanley, in a violent fit, shouted the first words that came to mind.
“BEGONE THOT!” and thrust his hands out.
Then he realized he was in his backyard, his car was right before him looking damn sparkling and Ezraphel had the hose in her hand looking surprised at both his outburst and action.
He shook his head “Ez, what the fuck?”
“Language” she chided.
He rolled his eyes “whatever and answer the question. What the hell was that?”
She harrumphed and gestured to the vehicle at the side “I am finished with ‘washing your car’ Stanley but you fell asleep so I had to wake you”
“Did you have to turn the hose on?”
“I thought it would be more fun~”
He gave her deadpan glare and growl to which she rolled her eyes “if it is so bad then…” she trailed off with a sultry smile and continued with a husky voice “why don’t you” the hose was locked off and thrown at his feet “return the favor~”
Stanley looked at the hose then to her and thought just occurred that Ezraphel was dry, like hadn’t-just-finished-washing-a-car dry. Also she was wearing a different set of clothes, a white T-shirt and thong. Combining that attire and her suggestion…
“Gee, I wonder where this is going?” he spoke to himself sarcastically while picking up the hose.
Even as his words were sarcastic his thoughts were contemplative.
“Oh, not by the car” Ezraphel interrupted bouncing to the fence “I waxed it”
“Where did you even…? You know what? Nope, not questioning it.”
She struck a pose “I’m ready~”
“I just want to reiterate that I, Stanley Burkowitz, fucking suck at romance. Do you understand me?”
Ezraphel blinked, this seemingly coming out of nowhere but nodded “I…do?”
“So, would you say giving an incompetent romantic the reigns in a relationship over someone who has basically trained their entire life to be in a relationship is a comparatively smart choice?”
Guilt started enter a expression just a bit “n-no”
He sighed “look, this whole thing is really new to both of us. The difference between us is that you actually seem to know what you’re doing. So from now on you’re in charge of this” he gestured to the both them “at least until I manage to get a clue or something.”
If Ezraphel could smile any wider Stanley would be concerned as it is though he braced himself for an armed assault.
“Oh Stanley~” as she went for a charged Ezraphel was hit square in the face by pressurized water “ACK-pft-STANLEY!”
He had a cheeky grin “hey, you said I could do this, what are you complaining about?”
Once the spraying stopped, Ezraphel growled playfully “that won’t stop me from giving you snuggles~” she said whilst bending over slightly with her arms pressed under her chest to emphasize them.
The pose worked as Stanley’s eyes were instantly drawn to her wet T-shirt. At the same time a gleam entered her eyes and with a flex of her wings she was off. However not even the speed of a Mamono could compare to the trigger finger of an elite gamer, airsoft rifle enthusiast and former paintball death match champion.
“Back, back you white she-devil!”
Another spray hit her mid charge throwing her off course giving Stanley enough time to run for cover. This continued on for a couple more minutes until Stanley was eventually caught and Ezraphel claimed her prize, resulting in an half hour long makeout session.
Once again we find Stanley at the end of the day’s journey, preparing for a long and comforting rest with his girlfriend. Except Ezraphel is nowhere to be found in his room. At this point one would expect Stanley to be apprehensive about her absence, if only because it meant that she was planning something that would inevitably raise his anxiety levels. Surprisingly Stanley was oddly calm about it though, after what he said to her today he is expecting her to make a move and she must be expecting his expecting and if she chooses not to make one tonight…then fine.
It literally doesn’t matter to him anymore, he has washed his hands of reigning in this relationship, it’s all Ezraphel from now on.
Speaking of whom…
‘Note to self, grease door hinges’
‘Why do I have this ominous sense of Déjà vu?’ he said with some dread creeping in and that dread was immediately swept away when he feast his eyes on her.
Ezraphel was dressed in a-
*Blue Screen Crash Effect*
A moment later he blinked and decided not look too much at her.
Lacy and minimal, those are the only things that matter, use your imagination to fill in the gaps because Stanley sure as hell isn’t in a position to give details.
As Ezraphel, or rather, every man’s wet-dream come to life stalked inside like the sexual predator she was her voice oozed out like melted butter.
“It’s time for your conjugal visit~” she cooed and reached behind her back.
‘Oh dear god!’
Now he remembers.
‘She takes out that thing and I’m taking a header out the window’
He meant it too but luckily for his mental and physical safety Ezraphel pulled out a bottle of olive oil.
‘Oh thank all the gods’
Ezraphel merely hummed as she approached and not to downplay her looks but for his immediate mental health his eyes were still on the bottle in her hand.
“H-how did you even get that?”
“I found this one day while I was looking through your supply of ‘toiletries’ I believe is the term you refer to them.”
He can neither prove nor disprove this claim since it’s been years since he last looked into those.
“Okay, why now though?”
“Oh well” she deliberately trailed off as she took a position behind him “after the events that transpired today it suddenly dawned” delicate hands began messaging his shoulders “I have spent so much time cleaning and servicing things around here” she leaned forward a bit pressing her chest to his back “yet I have never taken the time to service you~” her last word was followed by a shallow blow by his ear.
“O-oh~” he shuddered.
“You are very tense Stanley~”
“An oversight on my part” she continued languidly “one I will be correcting henceforth.”
‘Did it suddenly get colder?’
He looked down to find that his shirt was gone.
He spun around to find Ezraphel tossing away his shirt and it might have been his imagination but he could swear her eyes were glowing right now.
“Will you lay down Stanley” she patted the spot on the bed.
‘I’m not sure I should’
Taking note of his hesitance Ezraphel reached up and pulled down her top to reveal her most glorious assets.
He might have seen those girls unobstructed more than a dozen times and felt them twice as much but goddamn he could never get used to seeing them.
“Uh-huh” he said dumbly watching as those two perfectly shaped and perky orbs magnify to encompass his whole world and suddenly her face was right before him and he was being sensually kissed.
“Are you ready?” she gently guided his body to lay down on his back.
As flustered as he is Stanley was still coherent enough to slur “f-for what?”
Straddling him the question made her smile wider. Her seductive expression clashed with the innocent tilt of her head.
“Why, for your ‘Happy Ending’ of course”
Realization dawned on what that oil was for. ‘no way’
With a grin Ezraphel poured a generous amount of oil in her hands on her chest and proceeded to rub it into her skin.
“Oh my glob” his eyes were the size of dinner plates as he watched his girlfriend fondle herself.
“No ‘glob’ only Ezraphel~”
And for the next hour or so, she would be the entirety of Stanley’s world.
~To Be Continued~