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Falurous the Demon Butler (complete)
🕑 Added 2022-03-16 19:00:05 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
Driving up to the old mansion, you felt a familial sense creep over you. You hadn’t been here in ages, not since most of the family moved further north to escape the constant onslaught of storms and foul weather. The bayou was high and most of the lawn was a soggy, squishy mess. You could see why things had gotten run down, especially after your grandmother passed.
The Babineaux mansion had stood against the test of time, and looking at it, not a thing about the outside had changed since you were a child. It was odd; almost as if an episode of the Twilight Zone was about to start and Rod Serling's deep voice would pop up beside you.
The key that your mother had given you still worked, although you were told some of the staff still worked inside, their salary part of your grandmother’s will. Inside, it was like stepping twenty years into the past. Everything looked and felt the same, even the lingering scent of your grandmother’s Chanel No. 5 was the same.
You set your bags down, almost overwhelmed by how familiar and stuck in time it all was. You pulled out your phone to call your mother to let her know you made it safely, looking up the grand staircase to make sure your grandmother wouldn’t walk down one last time.
“Who might you be?”
The voice boomed front he left, and you nearly slung your phone up into the chandelier. Standing there in the hall was a man, a very tall and elegant looking man who wore gloves and a suit nicer than any clothing you ever owned.
“You scared me!” You blurted. “I didn’t think anyone was here.”
The man strode towards you, carrying a confidence you never had. He had cat-like eyes and fine silver hair that was slicked back and tied into a long ponytail.
“You must be the new mistress. I am Flauros, your butler.” He bowed before you then took your bags. “This way to your chambers. I had them prepared for you just as your grandmother asked.”
“The name sounds familiar,” you followed him up the stairs. “How long have you worked here?”
“Long enough, your grandmother was quite strict with her orders that I tend to you.” He took you down a long corridor which was all pink and greens.
Perhaps it was your grandmother you heard the name from, but something else about this butler resonated with you in a strange way. “I know my grandmother left your salary as part of her will, but aside from caring for the house, I’m not sure what I need tended.” You laughed nervously, cutting it off as Flauros turned to look at you.
“This is my home as well as yours, Ms. Babineaux, and since you are the last of the name, it is my duty to see after it.” He walked you into the room which, right away, you were stunned by the blooming gardenia tree outside the massive windows.
“Oh wow,” you breathed.
Flauros set your bags aside then stood in attention. “Is there anything you need, Ms. Babineux?”
Your eyes were fixated outside the window at the gardenia tree. Beyond it, you could see the small dock with your grandfather’s little boats. “I haven’t had lunch yet,” you murmured as you inched closer to the windows. “But I can make myself something later.”
“I’ll prepare something so you can unpack.” Flauros looked you over and smiled. “There’s a letter for you from your grandmother on the bed.”
You caught Flauros’ eye, noticing the dark color looked like a shade of blood red. “She left me a letter?”
He pointed a gloved finger back. “On the pillow, just as she instructed. I’ll call for you when lunch is ready.” He left the room, somehow closing the door silently.
You sat down upon the bed, looking at the little pink envelope sitting upon the pillows. Your grandmother’s handwriting was instantly recognizable, spelling out your full name which only she used.
Inside was her usual stationary, you remembered it from countless birthday cards and christmas letters.
“To my darling, only grandchild. I am dead.” You're sad, but it’s also worth a chuckle. “You are home now as well, and that is what matters most to me. I know you will be safe here, taken care of by the home that brought up the Babineux’s ancestral and modern. In these walls I want you to find comfort, and in my selfishness an heir. That is why I have left Flauros to you.”
You stopped, setting down the letter as you tried to process what was said. Was Flauros a stud?
“Flauros has been a dear friend of mine for, well, too long to mention. I’ve included instructions on how to deal with him and care for him. Since I summoned him long ago, I had made sure he would be the proper partner for-”
You dropped the letter again. Your grandmother was always eccentric, often called the Wicked Witch of the Bayou (especially by your mother), but this seemed wild even for her. She left a butler to knock you up?
“-you, my darling granddaughter, in hopes of bringing a new Babineaux into the world. Make sure you wear the necklace I’ve left for you in the jewelry box by the bed, and Flauros will be yours for eternity. As a demon, he does not need much to survive, but I do ask you to treat him with kindness and affection as he brought some joy to my final years after your father passed. He is like a son to me as well, and the only lad I will ever approve of for you in my lifetime. Love, Grandmother Babineaux.”
You’re stunned, unsure if this is an elaborate joke or your grandmother genuinely meant all this. “Wait a second.” You look back through the letter. “Did she call him a demon?” You then reached for the jewelry box on the bedside table. Inside was a chain with a strange charm attached. The charm was triangle shaped with a strange ruin carved out of the middle. It would have been pretty had you not read that letter fifty times trying to figure it out.
There was a knock at the door and Flauros stepped inside. “Ms. Babineaux, your lunch is ready.”
You held up the letter. “Did you read this?”
His catlike eyes flicked to the paper and then back to your face. “No, it was personal.”
You chuckled nervously. “My grandmother was always a kook. But uhm, she said some pretty wacky things in this letter.”
Flauros’ eyebrow arched. “Such as?”
“She...she said she left you to me to uhm-” It was almost too ridiculous to say.
He nodded. “To use if you wanted to sire an heir. I am aware of that stipulation, Ms. Babineaux. Was there anything else that alarmed you?”
He was being too calm and collected for this, which unnerved you even more. “That’s crazy though! Right?”
“I’ve been charged with worse things in my life, Ms. Babineaux.” he started walking across the floor towards you. “It is much tamer than most as well.”
You swallowed and laughed anxiously. “She called you a demon as well. Is that...a cute nickname?”
“Your grandmother never gave me a nickname. It wasn’t her style.” Flauros stood before you, pristine and not a hair out of place. His smile was strange, and his eyes appeared much redder than before. “I prepared a special lunch for you, I would hate for it to get cold.”
“My grandmother wants me to bang a demon?” Your voice came out quiet and meek.
His smile grew. “Bang is such a vulgar word for what it is. Your grandmother wanted me to make love to you, Ms. Babineaux. Deep, penetrating, floor shaking, love.”
You avoided his gaze and stared into nothing as his words repeated over and over in your head. “Huh-”
“Or would you like lunch first?” He chuckled.
“Lunch, please,” you said breathlessly.
In the dining hall as you ate, Flauros sat across from you. He didn’t eat, but he did serve himself tea. His sharp eyes were focused upon you, and there was something familiar about him that still nagged at you.
You ate in silence as you didn’t want to bring anything up. You were already deciding that this was some joke on your grandmother’s part. You ate slowly, not hungry at all, but eager for something to excuse the silence.
“Does this arrangement bother you?” Flauros asked.
“A little,” you muttered. “Was my grandmother a demon worshipper or something?”
His sharp eyes kept beckoning to your memory, pulling at a thread so deeply buried it wouldn’t come out. “She didn’t worship anything, but she believed in power. And she believed her only grandchild should wield an ultimate power for herself.”
“Demonspawn?”
Flauros smiled. “Only if you want that. But wielding a demon is just as fun.”
You frowned. “And you have no issue with this?”
Flauros sipped his sea. “I like it here better than back home. And since I’ve given up my past, the best thing I can do in this world is fuck.”
“You barely know me though.”
His smile cut through again. “We’ve met several times, Ms. Babineaux. I know you already.”
Your brow pursed and then the mountain in your mind fell, allowing the memory to spring forth. “Oh my god!” You clapped your hand around your mouth. His eyes! They were the same as the young man you’d lost your virginity too. He had been a groundskeeper when you were attending college.
“Do you remember me now?” Flauros chuckled. “I took a different form then, but surely you remember me.”
“I thought your name sounded familiar!” You blurted.
His long, red tongue darted out along his lips. “It’s been a while. Do you still like being called a good girl?”
Your cheeks grew hot as you remembered a steamy session in the dock shed. You could feel the rough touch of the ropes against your back while his strong hands, still clad in gardening gloves, gripped into the back of your thighs. His raspy voice calling you a good girl and daring you to say what you wanted.
“Uhm-” You cupped your hand over your face.
Flauros stood up from his seat. “You are a very lucky woman, Ms. Babineaux.” He undid his tie and opened the first few buttons of his shirt. “You’ll get the best of me this time. All of me.” His skin turned pale, almost pure white. A second set of eyes opened under his main set. Sharp teeth appeared behind his lips and horns grew from behind his ears. His face took on a leopard-like quality, and a tail swished behind his back.
“This house and I are all yours. And you may certainly use me as you desire.” He removed the top half of his clothes so his chest was bare. He pulled on each finger of his gloves, and removing them his large hands extended out with bright pink talons on each tip. “I promise, my touch will be gentle, unless something else is desired.”
“Right now?” Your voice cracked.
His brow furrowed. “I was hoping for a shower. The drive was...long and hot.” You hated your words, but you also had no clue what to do.
Flauros huffed and picked up his clothes. “Bath it is,” he sighed and trudged out of the dining hall.
You had spent a lot of time here during college, and you had spent a lot of that time with Flauros. He had appeared much younger then, around your age, and had helped you destress during exams and studying. You had liked him a lot but had been too shy to say anything.
You went upstairs, back to your room so you could take a shower. As you were looking for clothes in your bags, Flauros walked in with clean towels.
“Thanks.” You shyly took them, still too nervous to look him straight in the eye.
“Would you like some help?” he asked calmly.
You sighed and finally looked his way. “You still as good as you used to be?”
He grinned. “And then some.”
You grabbed his clawed hand and dragged him into the bathroom with you. “I’m not, so just, give me a minute.”
Flauros turned on the faucet so that the shower came on. While you slowly removed your clothes, he stepped into the shower with a chuckle. “Ready whenever you are, love.”
You looked back at the shower curtain then down at yourself. You’ve put on weight since the last time you saw Flauros. You sighed heavily then went into the shower. Flauros smiled as you stood before him, pushing his wet hair away from his face.
“Let's see here.” His hands pressed into your back then curled around your sides. He stroked down, grabbing your hips between his palms. “You’re not nervous are you?”
“It’s been a while, shut up,” you grouched.
Flauros laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his bare chest into your back. His big, clawed hands scooped up your breasts into each palm. The sharp talons dug into your flesh, but they didn’t hurt.
“I am yours to command. There’s nothing to feel anxious about.” He kissed your neck and shoulder as he squeezed your breasts playfully. “I remember this body well and how I loved to play with it. I used to take all that stress from school and turn it into a puddle.” he chuckled into your ear. “You used to get so wet.”
You whimpered and reached back, pressing your hand against his hip. “Be still a second.”
He chuckled into your ear. “You were shy then too, but once I started eating that sweet pussy you really let go.” He licked your ear and bit the lobe. “Your thighs were so soft, I used to love resting my cheek on them as I sucked your clit.”
You pinched your thighs together. “Yeah well-”
He nuzzled into your neck. “Did you like that? Or were you faking it?”
“No-” You whimpered. “I never faked.”
He kissed the back of your neck and moaned against your shoulder. “You know, in this form I’m even better. Bigger even.”
You bit your lip. “Stop talking and do something about it then.”
Flauros turned your head back, kissing you deeply. His long tongue curled around yours then down your throat. He moaned against your lips while he pinched and tugged your nipples. The hot water fell over your sensitive skin, making you more aware of each and every touch.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now turn around for me.”
You did as asked, pressing your back to the wall. His hands clawed down your body and the smile grew upon his face. He knelt down, making you put one leg up on the side of the tub. He smiled up at you before disappearing between your thighs. Then, his tongue pressed against you.
You yelped, cupping one hand around your mouth while the other sank into his hair. You pulled his hair as they long tongue slithered and writhed against you. He moaned against your folds, pressing deeper, slurping and salivating. You gasped for breath, clinging back to the wall. His mouth felt hot, his tongue coaxing liquid heat from inside you.
Flauros pulled back with a grin. “You still get so fucking wet.” He opened you with his fingers to see. “Do you still like it?”
You nodded in silence, watching him as he slicked his fingers along the folds. The dangerous look in his eyes felt just as good as his touch. He went back in, licking and suckling until your knees buckled.
“That’s enough.” He laughed. He stood up and helped you out of the shower. “Dry off a bit,” he handed you a towel. “I’ll finish this in the bedroom.”
You kissed him, pressing your wet bodies together. Flauros kneaded his hands into your ear, nipping your bottom lip as he pulled back.
“There’s my girl,” he growled. “Just where I left her.” He smacked your rear as you went into the bedroom. “Now, kneel down a bit, that’s a girl.” He ran his claws through your hair. “I’m yours, what do you want from me?”
You saw his cock bobbing between his thighs. It was blood red in color and curved upwards. The glans were shiny and flared at the ends, and already the tip was dripping.
“You’re huge.”
“I know.” He shoved you onto the bed, grabbing your legs and bending you in half. “I bet you still like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” you whimpered.
Flaurous pressed his tip against you. He began pushing in, opening you up and burrowing deep inside. He was so much bigger, so much more than before. He stretched you and you cried out once he penetrated deep.
“You’re still so fucking sweet,” he growled. “My good girl took every inch of this demon cock.” He licked his lips. “Do you like your demon cock?”
You strained to speak, gasping first then nodding your head as he began to rock you.
“Say it,” he growled.
You clung to the blankets, crying out as he bucked harder into you.
“Say it!” Flauros snarled.
You cried out. “Oh fuck! I love your cock! Give me all your demon cock!”
“That’s my good girl!” he crowed triumphantly. He bent over, crashing down harder into you. He pushed into the deepest reaches, awakening that lust that he had brought forth once before.
“Good girl,” he panted. “Very good girl. Do you want more?”
“Yes!” You whined.
He grinned. “Good, because you’re going to get everything I have for the rest of eternity.” He wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed you, driving himself hard into you until your eyes rolled back and your toes curled.
Later that evening you woke to a call from your mother. After speaking to her for a bit you laid back in bed and breathed slowly. The demon beside you stirred and pulled you into his powerful arms His clawed hands gently touched your skin and his lips fell upon your cheek.
“I missed you,” he purred.
You smiled. “I missed you too.”
Comments
idaofinfinity
“… you’re going to get everything I have for the rest of eternity.” Us, when 😩😩😩 The way that ended was just as endearing as how it started, but damn did that get hot and shmexxy fast hehe. Loved the humor at the beginning too; that letter grandma left and how it was introduced was genius ☺️
Scarlet Afire
Phew!! That was hot!! 🔥🥵
