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Proper Etiquette - Part 2 (Final Part)

cw: safewording, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, oral sex, mention of multiple partners, size kink, non-human genetalia

male demon x fem reader

word count: 7k

part 1 part 2

Your leg bounced nervously up and down, your thoughts racing too fast for you to be able to keep yourself still. You had to let your anxiety out somehow and when you were trapped in these small quarters, moving your leg up and down was the best you had.

You couldn't help but jump every time the carriage bumped over something on the path, the tension deep in your gut absolutely unshakable, no matter how many times you tried to snuff it out.

You could feel your husband's eyes on you as you sat there, your leg tapping up and down restlessly, and you looked up to meet his gaze. “What’re you looking at?”

His concern was evident, his eyes following your fidgeting and scanning your face. “What are you so worried about?” he responded, his voice soft and measured.

You shrugged, not sure you even had an answer. You weren’t scared the way you used to be, Rygel had long since extinguished that fear, but the anxiety remained. It was just all so new and strange, you weren’t sure anything could make your trip to such an unfamiliar place less daunting.

Rygel had given you plenty of time to adjust and prepare to leave your home, leaving it entirely up to you when you would head back to his kingdom. But as the weeks passed you knew you couldn’t stay forever. Eventually you’d have to return to Rygel’s home, to your new home.

Your goodbyes hadn’t been as tearful as you’d expected. For so long you’d known that you would get married off, it was almost a relief to finally know where you were going and not have the distant threat looming over your head anymore.

For the most part, you couldn’t have been happier. You’d always assumed that marriage would make you miserable, that it would just be another duty you had to endure, but instead you felt happier than you ever had before.

None of that took away from just how unknown your future was. Rygel had done his best to explain it to you but it was all so different from what you were used to, it was hard to wrap your head around.

Your gaze had drifted back out towards the window as your thoughts had started to swallow you up again but Rygel quickly brought you back to the present, his hand grasping under your chin and gently pulling your gaze back towards him.

“You can talk to me, you know,” he said, his hand shifting to cup your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into it, the physical affection more than welcome.

“I know. It’s just silly, I don’t want to worry you.”

“If it’s troubling you, I’d like to know about it.”

You weren’t used to this, to people caring so much about how you felt. “I’m just nervous, I’ll be fine.”

“Is that all?” he prodded.

You nodded, hoping that would be enough to ease his concern. You didn’t like making him worry over you, especially over something that felt so silly.

The hand that was cradling your cheek fell to your waist and before you understood what was happening, you were being pulled towards him and shifted onto his lap, his arms settling around you as he buried his head in your hair.

“Well, I can’t let my little wife be nervous all on her own, what kind of husband would that make me?”

You couldn’t help but squirm a little at the sudden movement, letting out a giggle. You practically melted into him. His touch had so quickly become comforting and now you couldn’t imagine life without it.

You tried to remind yourself that there’d be more of this there. Rygel had said that his people were more comfortable with physical affection than yours were and you let the thought ease your mind a little. No matter what happened, he would be by your side.

No matter how many times you reminded yourself of the thought, the pit in your stomach never quite went away.

You let out a sigh of disappointment as the carriage rolled to a stop, snuggling further into Rygel in a futile attempt to keep him there with you. He made no move to get out, allowing you to trap him there for now.

“We can stay in here if you want but I promise the rooms inside are more comfortable,” he reasoned with you.

You hated that he was right. Besides, as much as you wanted to hide in here forever, you did need to leave eventually so with a sigh you got up and prepared to see your new home for the first time.

The second you set foot within the castle walls you noticed was that everything there was massive. No longer was it Rygel bumping his horns in doorways and not fitting in beds, now you were the one out of place. You’d come to terms with the size difference with Rygel, he had come to feel safe, but here everything was so daunting.

You practically tripped over your own feet as you tried to take everything in at once, intent on gathering your bearings as quickly as possible.

Rygel’s hand on your back was grounding, something familiar while you grappled with something so new.

You let out a sigh of relief as Rygel said, “Let me show you our room.” You knew he could tell just how overwhelmed you were and you couldn’t be happier at the prospect of just getting some rest with him for a while. You were too wound up to do anything anyways, getting the chance to sleep sounded ideal.

You should’ve been trying to take in all the paths of the castle as you were led through them but it was all too overwhelming. Eventually you just tried not to pay too much attention to your surroundings, deciding that figuring this all out was an activity for after you rested.

Other than the size, the rooms here didn’t look all that different from what you were used to. You supposed it was probably better this way, if one of you had to be in a place not built for them, at least it wasn’t the one who was constantly hitting his head anymore.

Unlike in your old room, the beds here had more than enough space for Rygel. He hadn’t been kidding when he said you’d be drowning in bed space. You had to hop to get up on it and you heard him snort behind you at the sight.

You didn’t even take your clothes off, just needing to lay down for a while, collapsing on top of the sheets.

He didn’t press you on the matter, taking a minute or two to get situated before you felt the bed dip beside you as he sat down.

Before laying next to you, he pulled a blanket over you. Next to him and in this bed you felt so unbelievably small. This whole place made you feel small. You wondered if this was how Rygel had felt before, when his surroundings didn’t fit him, a painful and constant reminder that he didn’t belong.

The extra room didn’t make any difference, when he laid down next to you he was just as close to you as he always was, practically pulling you on top of him as he went to sleep.

Your day had been too long and too stressful for you to not pass out almost immediately.

You woke up after Rygel did, a rare event. Usually he was the one trying to pull you back under the covers and convince you to stay just a few minutes longer but now he was already getting ready when you woke up.

Your rose to join him with a yawn, your heart telling you to just bury yourself under the soft blankets again and sleep through the day. Instead, you pushed the thought aside and got ready.

He helped you lace up your corset as you got dressed beside him. He’d insisted on it lately. You were fairly certain he just wanted to help and no matter how much faster you could get it done on your own, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him.

There had been a steep learning curve, he wasn’t used to dealing with things so small, but his hands had grown gentler and more precise since you’d met.

As he finished tying the best bow he was capable of, he said, “There’s a meeting to discuss some policies soon.”

“I hope it goes well.”

His brow furrowed. “Are you not coming?” He quickly corrected course, careful to not push you too far. “Unless you don’t want to. If you don’t want to be involved that’s fine, I just thought…”

You hadn't even considered that there was a chance you’d be allowed to be more involved in things over here. Back at home you’d never even been permitted to hear about anything official, let alone sit in while it was discussed. “No! I’d love to be involved. I just didn’t expect it, I guess.”

You probably should have seen it coming, with everything Rygel had told you but you just couldn’t fathom it. Everything from before was working against you alongside the fact that you were a foreigner here, the idea that you’d be involved with anything hadn’t even crossed your mind.

As you arrived at the meeting, Rygel’s hand never strayed from your waist, the heavy presence endlessly comforting. You tried your best to take in your surroundings without looking lost and confused, although you were certain you were failing.

You didn’t miss the glances that came from others there, the whispers that happened after they set eyes on you. They were familiar, you recognized them as the ones that had been directed at Rygel when you’d been home.

He seemed just as discontent with them as you had been, shooting glares at anyone he noticed whispering behind your back.

You had to jump to get up on the chair and as much as you tried to not let it affect you, a pang shot through your chest. Nothing here was made for you, you didn’t belong here and everyone could see it.

The discussion started immediately. You’d never sat in on one of your father’s meetings but you were certain that this wasn’t how they went, with people talking over one another and getting into little debates.

It was hard to keep track of everything, trying to make sense of places you’d never heard of and references to discussions you’d never had. It felt like they were speaking a different language.

As everything wrapped up, you understood no more information leaving that meeting than you had going in. The only thing you had gained was confusion and frustration with yourself.

“They don’t like me.” You said it with a sigh, still trying to keep your tone light.

“I didn’t like you at first either,” Rygel reasoned with you in the now empty room. “They'll come around, trust me.”

He wasn’t wrong. You’d been wary of Rygel at first too, it wasn’t fair to expect them to accept you immediately. Still, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as his hand snaked around your hips and he pulled you into a quick kiss.

“Rygel!”

“Come on, there’s no one around,” he said as he nuzzled into your hair, pressing kisses into your forehead. “Am I not allowed to kiss my wife? Besides, you could use the distraction, I hate to see you worry. You know,” he prompted, “you can explore this place if you want, little princess, maybe that’ll help get you out of that troublesome little head.” He placed another soft kiss into your hair as he spoke.

You stayed glued to his side. refusing to leave the comfort of his presence and shook your head adamantly. “I want to stay with you.”

You didn’t leave his side for the rest of the day, not that he seemed to mind. You were a welcome distraction from anything he was doing, using most of his time to dote on you.

You decided to call it an early night. You still weren’t quite comfortable showing affection like this in public but even your limits were being tested.

You’d spoken about it before, about how he wanted to wait until you got settled in here before you tried anything beyond what you’d already done. That had seemed so far away, you’d almost pushed it from your mind but now here you were.

Not that you hadn’t been involved in other ways. Rygel couldn’t seem to get enough of you, figuring out what you liked, how to undo you. You hadn’t been shy either, he’d been a fantastic teacher and you more than enjoyed learning.

But this was something else entirely. The two of you were just having fun, exploring each other. This felt more important and serious, like you should be nervous about it, and that was one expectation you felt prepared to meet.

You’d heard so many stories, about how you’d bleed your first time, about how it would hurt. You’d even heard of men who would get upset if their wives didn’t bleed. You couldn’t make sense of it, the idea that one would have to hope to be hurt to prove their purity.

You knew your prince wouldn’t care about that but still, the thoughts plagued you. This wasn’t something new you were discovering for the first time with him, this was something you’d been very nervous about for a very long time.

Would it hurt?

You couldn’t imagine Rygel would ever knowingly hurt you but if human men were supposed to hurt, then surely Rygel would. You knew exactly how big it was, you were intimately acquainted with it in fact. You could barely fit it in your mouth, you had no idea how it was supposed to fit inside you.

Whenever he noticed you staring and saw that you were spiraling he snapped you out of it, kept you in the moment, but he couldn’t always be there to snap you out of your anxious spirals and you’d worried about it more than you liked to admit.

This time, however, he was there. It didn’t take him long to notice the state you were in once you’d reached your chambers and he quickly swept you off your feet, tossing you gently on the bed before sitting beside you.

“What did I say about talking to me, little one? What’s going on up there, hmm?” His hand captured your jaw, tilting your head to the side to inspect you.

You allowed him to, more than happy to let him move you around to his heart's content.

“You said we wouldn’t do anything until we were here.” Your words were hushed, like you were convinced that someone was listening in.

“I just meant I didn’t want to do anything on that tiny bed, wanted room to move. We have that here.” He moved over you as you spoke, as if proving his point, pining you to the sheets. “But,” he continued, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t feel ready to do.”

It was hard to think straight with him pinning you down like this, it was a miracle you were able to form words at all. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve gone all hazy on me already.”

You shook your head in protest, refusing to speak and let your voice betray you.

“I’m going to be so careful with you, I hope you know that. You’re so small, I’m afraid I might break you. I have half a mind to let someone smaller than me go first, open you up a little.”

Your face immediately flushed. “I… um…”

He laughed, as amused by you getting flustered as ever. “Come on, use your words,” he prodded, teasing you further as you opted to instead bury your head in his neck.

“You’re being mean,” you protested, still hiding your face, refusing to let him see just how flustered you were.

He was having none of it, gently pulling you away from him so he could get a good look at you. “There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s what we’re supposed to be doing, isn’t it?”

“I’m just nervous,” you explained, hoping he’d understand that it absolutely wasn’t his fault.

“We don’t have to, we can wait as long as you need.” He was always so patient, maybe too patient.

“No! I want to!” You winced at how loud you’d gotten in your protest.

He just chuckled. “Someone’s eager.” The humor left his face and his tone grew more measured. “The second you want to stop, you tell me, are we understood.”

You could tell exactly how serious he was, responding with a steadfast, “I will, I promise.”

As you reassured him, he leaned over you. “I’m going to fill you up, little one, how does that sound?”

You let out a whine that was already bordering on pathetic and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Maybe eager was right.

Not that he had any room to judge. It didn’t take long before he was pulling off your clothes, desperate to get to you. You helped as best you could between frenzied kisses.

It didn’t take long before you were spread out before him, doing your best not to get self-conscious and try to cover yourself. It was a habit that was difficult to break but Rygel had done his best to reward your efforts.

“There you go,” he said as he nudged your legs further apart. “Let me look at you.”

He didn’t waste any time, his hand immediately running up your leg to rub your clit while he pressed kisses into your inner thighs.

One finger pushed inside of you as his head raised to lap and suck at your clit and already you felt filled. The most you’d managed to take before was two of his fingers and you knew how much bigger his cock was. You really weren’t sure how you were going to manage it.

You didn't need to worry about that yet though. Rygel’s pace was slow, carefully working you open as he edged in a second finger. You couldn’t help but bear down on him as he whispered into your skin for you to relax.

Even the warm air from his mouth caused you to arch up into him. No matter how many times he did this with you, he never ceased to be able to unravel you completely.

And then he pulled away, looking down at you eagerly.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, your stomach a knot of nerves that you couldn’t seem to unravel.

You almost backed out the second you felt his dick press against you. You knew exactly how big it was, you couldn’t imagine fitting any of that inside you.

And yet you pushed on. You wanted it over with, to have your first time behind you already, to be able to escape these nerves that you seemed perpetually stuck with.

You couldn’t show any of this to Rygel, you knew that he wouldn’t continue if he knew the state you were working yourself into so instead you tried to push through, to convince yourself that once he was inside you’d be alright, encouraging him along.

Barely the head of his cock pushed inside and you were already feeling the stretch.

You tried so hard to be brave, you really did, but he was so big and this was so new and it was all so overwhelming.

“Stop, it's too much, I can’t,” you blurted out, your head spinning. You knew that if you sat there and endured it feeling like this he’d never forgive you. You both needed to stop, you couldn’t go on like this.

He pulled out immediately, searching for signs of pain in your face.

Tears started rolling down your cheeks immediately, upset that you’d backed out. You sputtered out some apologies as emotions overwhelmed you.

He pulled you into his chest, muttering kind words to you in that soft tone reserved for when you got panicked like this. “Hey now, don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong. You did exactly what I asked you to do, you were so good for me.”

You sniffled, knowing he was right and yet still feeling like you’d let him down.

As you got a hold of yourself and calmed down properly, you pulled away and managed to ask, “What about you?”

“Don't worry about me, I didn't hurt you did I?”

You shook your head as a reassuring smile graced your face. “It’s my fault, I just started worrying again.”

“Thank you so much for telling me.” He sounded so proud of you and you almost started sobbing again, sinking into his embrace and letting yourself drift off, your head still buzzing with an ever-present anxiety.

You woke up and it was still there. You’d managed to obtain a stress headache in your sleep and your heart immediately started racing as soon as you got up.

Rygel stirred below you, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“How are you doing?” he asked, looking down at you through hooded, sleepy eyes.

Not good. But you couldn’t say that and have him worry over you again so instead you attempted to pull away from him, muttering. “I think I need some air.”

He didn't let you leave, his arms remaining firm around you. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

“I just… this place is too much. I don’t belong here, Rygel.”

“I understand how you feel,” he promised, his arms loosening so you could break free and turn to face him.

You weren’t convinced. “I don’t know…”

“I felt just as out of place in your kingdom as you do in mine.”

“But you knew you’d be coming home.”

It finally hit you just as you said it. You couldn’t run, you were here forever, even if they just kept hating you, no matter how out of place you felt.

“I’m going to go to the library.” You blurted it out on instinct. That had always been your go to place when you felt out of your depth at home, it didn’t have to be different here. Perhaps at least your panic zones could be the same, the one thing you carried with you.

“I can come with you.”

“I’m okay, I’ll find it on my own.” You didn’t give him the chance to voice the protest that you knew was seconds from leaving his lips, instead opting to just leave, offering what you hoped was a reassuring smile as you slipped out the door.

With a little trial and error and asking a few people for help, you managed to find your way there. It had more books than your library did, every wall stacked to the top with information.

You weren’t certain where to start but you did the best you could, trying to sort through the sections and managing to find a few maps and history books in your escapades, certainly enough to start learning. Maybe at this rate, you’d even be able to understand some of the things people were saying and you wouldn’t be quite so useless in the next meeting.

Determination washed over you as you continued, refusing to take a break and intent on learning as much as you possibly could. It was the best chance you had at feeling like you fit here, stuffing your head with all the information you could find.

You were there for hours and hours, how many exactly you couldn’t say. Everything else melted away, the incoming exhaustion barely even on your radar.

Regardless of whether you noticed it or not, said exhaustion certainly tested your spacial awareness. He probably wasn’t sneaking up on you and yet you practically jumped out of your skin when Rygel appeared seemingly from nowhere and said, “Need any help?”

You shook your head as the shock faded, eyes falling back to the map you were studying. “No, I just need to figure all this out.”

“You don’t need to figure it out on your own.”

“It’s the fastest way to get it done,” you reasoned. “I have to learn fast if I want to know what anyone’s talking about, to be even somewhat useful.”

He immediately caught on to what had sent you spiraling into this map-infested nightmare. “I brought you so you could learn, no one expects you to be an expert on your first day here”

“No, I need to prove myself.”

“Proving yourself isn’t worth working yourself to death. Besides, you don’t need to prove shit to anyone.”

You could tell he was upset, it was written all over his face. Not at you, probably at himself if you were being honest which broke your heart.

Before you got the chance to reassure him and tell him not to worry about you, he had already grabbed your hand. “Come on.” He pulled you away from your books and you looked up, confused.

“What?”

“I promised you we’d have fun when we got here, that’s what we’re going to do. Besides, we have flowers to plant.”

You couldn’t say no to that, he looked too excited for you to even consider it, so you let him pull you out of the castle, making a quick pitstop to pick up the pot of yellow flowers he’d brought with you.

You’d been too overwhelmed with everything going on inside to take in what was outside the palace so as he dragged you outside, you saw it all for the first time.

There were plants here, it wasn’t the barren wasteland you’d imagined, but he hadn’t been lying when he’d said there weren’t really flowers. The plants that were there were dark greens, grown out and untamed. It was a far cry from the neat, colorful garden you were used to.

Still, there was something about it. It was clearly wild but there was something nice about the sprawling vines and trees, taking up exactly as much space as they wanted to.

As you took in your surroundings, Rygel was planning besides you. “Let’s plant them by the river, I was told they need a lot of water.”

You nodded, agreeing with the assessment. “Yeah, they do. There’s a river near here?”

“There is, you’ll love it.”

He was more than happy to carry the little pot of flowers he’d brought all the way from your home and lead the way.

The river was green too, matching the terrain around it. The rocks were all covered with moss and the water was a muddy sort of green, so dark that you had no idea how deep the river was. The ground could be inches below the surface or miles deep and you’d be none the wiser. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a river like this, so deeply colored and Rygel was right, you loved it.

You’d notably forgotten shovels or any gardening tools, or more accurately Rygel had forgotten them considering you’d been kidnapped from your spot in the library. He didn’t seem to mind, content to sit down and start digging out a space for them in the mud with his hands.

You hiked up your dress and knelt down beside him, doing your best to keep your skirts clean.

He looked over at you, holding your bunched up skirts in your hands and snorted. “A little mud won’t kill you.”

You responded to his teasing with a pout. “I don’t want to make a mess.”

“You’re not going to help me?”

That got you, you couldn’t refuse that. With a futile attempt to prop the loose skirts of your dress up, you leaned forwards and tried to help him.

With the hole mostly dug, you got the chance to plant your flowers. You were as careful with them as possible, trying to make sure everything was perfect and that your little slice of home would be able to thrive.

You sat back and admired your work, the yellow flowers contrasting against the dark greens behind them.

“Do you like them?” Rygel was looking over at you, eagerly awaiting your response as his eyes flitted between your smiling face and the flowers he’d managed to bring for you and you just couldn’t help yourself, crashing your lips into his.

He reciprocated eagerly and you both immediately got caught up in it. You barely even noticed him leaning you backwards until your back was pressed to the soil. You could feel the mud pressing up against you through your clothes but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care, instead preoccupied with the overwhelming amount of affection you had for him.

Rygel was getting as close to you as possible, pressing desperately against you, and on instinct your hips rolled up against his. You felt his lips tick up in a small smile at your movements, although he refused to pull away from you.

His patience wasn’t infinite, though, and before long the both of you were eager to get back inside.

As he stood, you leaned back fully into the mud with a sigh. “Well, now my dress is definitely ruined.”

“Good. The first of many if I have anything to say about it.”

He stuck out his hand, pulling you to your feet the second you took it.

As soon as you were inside the palace walls the adrenaline started to fade and embarrassment started to kick in, worrying that every passing person was judging you for the state you were in.

The more people you passed, however, the more you noticed that the only stares you were getting were the same as the ones from before.

“I told you they wouldn’t care.” Rygel said as soon as you entered your chambers, clearly seeing the realization that had dawned on you when your pace had slowed on your return and you had let go of some of your tension.

“They were still staring.”

He dismissed the idea quickly. “That's because you're a little human, not because of some dirt. That’s probably the most normal thing they’ve seen from you since you got here.”

You’d already started working on removing your muddy clothes and in an unusual turn of events, Rygel didn’t rush over to help. As helpful as he’d become with putting your clothes on in the morning, he always seemed even more eager to get them off.

Not today though. Today he headed off to the bathroom to do who knows what as you pulled yourself out of your dress, trying not to mess up the floors too badly as you made a pile of your dirty clothes.

When you finally cleaned the mess into a neat little pile, you ducked your head into the bathroom, wondering what he was getting up to.

He gave you a toothy grin above what you quickly recognized as a bubble bath. He beckoned you over, grabbing onto you and plopping you into the bath as soon as you were within arms reach.

You moved forward, leaving room for him behind you and he quickly took the hint, the warm, soapy water rising around you as he sat. His chest was pressed to your back as you relaxed into him.

A sweet scent filled the room and he started to clean you, wiping off all the grime. You made a move to help him but he quickly swatted your hand away before returning to his mission, his hand rubbing up and down your legs.

It didn’t take long before you were clean again, although that didn’t stop his hands from roaming across your form. “Told you getting dirty wasn’t such a big deal, it’s all fixed now.”

“My dress is still a mess,” you reminded him gently, although you didn’t really mind. A dress was a small price to pay for moments like this.

“There will be more dresses,” he reassured you.

As you leaned back into him, you couldn’t help but run through the events of the day and your mild panic from earlier. Your voice was soft and timid as you finally convinced yourself to ask, “Does it really not bother you that I don’t know anything about this place yet?”

“Of course it doesn’t. I barely understood what a garden was when we met, we both have blind spots.”

“I just don’t want to let you down,” you admitted

“You couldn’t if you tried, little one. Just relax for me, everything you need to know I will help you learn, alright?”

“Mmhmm.” Your stress from before was melting away and the warmth and the sweet smells were lulling you to sleep. He didn’t prompt you further as a silence fell over the two of you, his hands still ghosting across your skin as you focused on the feeling of his breathing, his chest rising and falling behind you.

You didn’t even realize you were nodding off until you were being woken by being gently dried, opening your sleep lidded eyes to meet Rygel’s with a smile.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pass out on you,” you muttered, the warm air in the room still leaving you drowsy.

“I don’t mind, I’m just glad to see you relax.”

“I’m always relaxed around you.”

He chuckled. “If only that were true. When it’s just the two of us, maybe.”

You conceded the point, although you still weren’t sure if he knew just how much peace he brought you just by being near. You mind had been racing nonstop for most of your life, with him is was the quietest it’d ever been, like your body was just now learning how to let its guard down

Rygel wrapped you in the soft towel and carried you gently to the bed as he looked for something for you to wear to sleep. Historically, he did prefer sleeping in the nude but you could tell he didn’t want to push you right now.

He only had a towel around his waist and your eyes traced over his broad back up to his horns, the ones that made his silhouette all the more intimidating. You remembered just how frightened you’d been when you first saw him, his horns and his inhuman skin and his large stature. Now you couldn’t muster anything but affection while looking at him.

“Can we try again?”

He turned to you, his search immediately forgotten. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. You just felt so sleepy and calm and he was so handsome, it had honestly never felt like a better idea. Maybe this was how you were supposed to have felt on your wedding night, absolutely infatuated and relaxed and wanting more.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you softly down the bed towards him. “I still need to prep you first.”

You had no protests and he pulled the towel off of you and immediately buried his face in your core. You hand wrapped around his horns, still needing something to hold onto no matter how many times he did this.

He chuckled into you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine as he said, “Look at how wet you are already, is all of this for me?”

You frantically nodded, not sure if you were capable of words right now.

Two fingers slipped inside you and you pushed your hips up into his hand, wanting more. You couldn’t even think about the stretch right now, the need for him all consuming. You could barely keep track of what was happening, a mess of sensations consuming you as his fingers moved inside you while he sucked at your clit.

Instead of letting it be overwhelming, you let yourself go, gave up on the thought of being able to make sense of it. Just let yourself feel and get swept away by the pleasure building in your stomach.

All too soon, Rygel pulled away, his face covered in your slick from you grinding up on him. You moved your hand down to touch yourself but he caught your wrist before you could, studying your face as he held you back from what you needed.

“Do you want to touch yourself or do you want me to touch you?”

“You,” you whined. “I want you, please.”

He lined himself up, giving you ample time to back out but instead you pushed up against him again.

For the second time, you felt the head of his cock pressing into you and your hands gripped the sheet beside you, something to anchor you as he pushed inside.

He pushed in further and you did your best to relax. He cooed at you with every inch he pushed inside, his hand rubbing your clit as he moved. The stretch stung a little but it wasn’t hard to focus instead on how good it felt, on his movements against your clit and the delicious friction of his cock against your walls.

Every time he paused you thought surely this must be all of it but time and time again, after you adjusted, he kept pushing inside you, your walls straining to accommodate him.

Finally, his pelvis sat flush with yours and he stilled completely, giving you all the time you needed. You took a deep breath, hands fisting the blankets as you adjusted to his size. Your head was buried in his chest, your deep breaths fanning over his skin.

“You’re so big,” you whined, that the only thought you were capable of at the moment.

He just grunted and you could feel how labored his breathing was, his chest heaving above you.

“Can I move?” His voice was strained.

You nodded and attempted to pull him towards you, praying he’d get the message.

The thrusts started slow, pulling out a little just to push right back in and be fully seated inside you again. It was as if he couldn't stand to go too far, to leave behind the tight heat of your cunt.

The more he moved, slowly and patiently in and out of you, the more the pain faded. The pleasure was no longer just a distraction, it was all you could feel.

As you fell into the pit of pleasure, Rygel’s pace picked up. His movements were measured and careful but you could feel him chasing his own release, his desperation clear.

He rubbed up against that perfect spot inside you and that combined with being filled almost pushed you over the edge on its own. As soon as he heard the strangled moan leave your throat, he began pushing into that spot with every thrust, determined to make you come.

As his movements sped up, that tension from before returned with a vengeance, winding tighter and tighter, but you needed more.

Your legs hooked up around him as best you could. “Faster,” you pleaded

He obliged happily, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in. That combined with his hand relentlessly playing with your clit pushed you over the edge, your body rolling up into his and forcing him impossibly deeper as you came.

His hand left you as you came down from your orgasm, his thrusts still coming as he let out a grunt, your walls squeezing him in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

With one final, hard thrust inside of you, you felt him flood your insides, pulling you up into his chest as he did. You could feel the pounding of his heart as he emptied himself inside of you, getting you as close to him as he possibly could.

He pulled out of you and the emptiness almost felt foreign now as you clenched around nothing.

Rygel shifted beside you, looking at you expectantly. “How do you feel?”

You felt like you were almost in a daze. “Amazing,”

His hand reached up to touch your face. “Not so scary anymore?”

You leaned forwards to kiss him before pulling away so you could study his face, his eyes still trailed intently on you. “Not so scary anymore,” you confirmed.

You reached your hand down between your legs, feeling his cum dripping slowly out of you onto the sheets. You pushed some back inside you, already missing the sensation of being filled.

“You made a mess of me,” you said, pulling your hand up to your mouth to clean the cum off of it as even more of the seemingly endless supply he’s pumped into you spilled out onto the bed.

His dark eyes looking up at you with all the adoration in the world, the sight matched only by the fondness in your own. He pressed kisses into your stomach, a giggle escaping you as he did.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.”

#terato #terato writing #teratophillia #monster x reader #monster x human #demon x reader #demon x human #monster boyfriend #monster bf #my writing #proper etiquette #this one goes out to all the lovely anons that really wanted a part 2 <3

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A Proper Etiquette request based on this prompt from @scatter-mind001: (Reader is nervous about initiating intimacy but wants to work up the courage but doesn’t know how to express it properly, so, throughout the day, she tries to drop hints to snuggle times, but then butterflies take over and she runs away and Rygel’s sexual frustration just builds up and eventually explodes and reader is like, “I just wanted cuddles but this is better.”)

Cw: anxiety, dry humping, size difference, allusions to sexual content but it fades to black pretty fast

word count: 1k

Adjusting had been hard. Rygel had never pushed you, let you move entirely at your own pace, but it was still a slow, frustrating process.

You’d gotten used to everyone else pretty quickly. You didn’t judge, passively watched everyone else going about their lives.

It was the doing that was hard. The manners that had been drilled into you were not so easily dropped.

You were almost certain that half the reason it was so daunting was that everyone else was so used to it. They all just understood what they should be doing. You had to work for all of it, push yourself past boundaries you’d never imagined having to tear down.

Today, it was touch. You’d gotten better at initiating it in private, Rygel always quick to reciprocate, but in public it was a different story.

It’s not like you never touched in public. On the contrary, Rygel loved publicly showing his affections for you. It was initiating them that you were struggling with.

You could never shake the idea that you were doing it wrong. Rygel was patient and kind but in public there were too many people, watching, staring, inevitably judging you for doing it all wrong.

Your hand shifted over to his arm, trying to look casual but you dropped it in a second. You were certain you were being clumsy and obvious, that what everyone else could do so casually looked alien and childish on you.

When Rygel did it, there was confidence behind it. He knew he was doing it right and you were more than happy to hide behind that confidence and follow his lead.

But that wasn’t what today was supposed to be about.

So you tried again.

Your next attempt was on your way to dinner. You leaned against his side, doing your best to mimic the way he pulled you into him so often as you walked. He looked down at you curiously, with no judgment in his eyes, but even that felt like too much scrutiny and you drew away once more.

Dinner didn’t go any better.

You thought the shield of the table might be good, make everything feel a little less public despite the dozen people in the room with you, talking away, barely taking notice of your presence.

You started small, shifting your knee to the side to touch Rygel’s. The motion was entirely hidden, under the table, but you drew quickly away anyways, feeling far too exposed regardless.

You knew why this was going so poorly. Every failed attempt left you flustered and embarrassed and pushing forwards so persistently kept those emotions brewing, amplified every time you tried and failed again.

Rygel had decidedly noticed that something was going on with you because the second you pulled away, his arm shifted behind your back, a steady presence you happily leaned into as he pulled you closer to him.

The second you leaned into his touch you were being pulled even further, the feeling of the chair disappearing from under you as he shifted you effortlessly into his lap.

Your face warmed but you trusted his judgment. No one was staring and part of you wondered if they ever had been at all or if your brain was simply that determined to thwart you.

You settled against his firm chest, his hands roving up and down your arms in a gesture that you were sure was meant to be comforting but only served to fluster you even further.

When you were done with your meal he was pulling you off down the hallways

The second you were alone you let out a hushed, “I’m sorry about all that.”

He cocked his head to the side at the statement, looking bewildered at you. “Sorry for what? For teasing me?”

“For… no of course not, for adjusting to all this so slowly. I wasn’t trying to tease you, I was just trying to get more comfortable touching you. The goal was to initiate cuddles, maybe? Or just any sort of physical affection I suppose. I guess I didn’t really think too much on the end goal, I was more focused on just doing.”

He let out a hearty, deep laugh. “You’re too sweet. If you want to cuddle you only need to ask.”

You huffed. “But I don’t want to have to ask. I want to be like everyone else here, to just be able to do things.”

“You will. These things take time, you know that, it’s no more your fault than it is mine when I make a fool of myself in front of your people.”

“You don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“Felt like I did.”

“I promise it felt worse than it was.”

“Oh really?” he said, giving you a pointed look. “I wonder if there’s maybe someone else who is in a similar situation who could do to hear that bit of advice.”

You hated that he was right. “Wait, but you were saying something about me teasing you. Can we go back to that please?”

He cooed at you, hand sliding under your jaw to keep you looking up at him. “Aw have I put ideas in your head? Tell me what you want from me.”

“You’re being mean,” you said with a pout.

“I’m being mean? You’re the one who hasn’t stopped touching me all day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You know, if you want to work on showing affection in public, I’m sure I can help with that.”

“Now who’s teasing?”

He chucked. “Call it revenge.”

He didn’t make you wait long. You didn’t think he had it in him, to make you wait. If he did, you had yet to see it.

He pulled you against him, into a kiss, hunched over to be able to meet you where you stood. You melted against him, your body relaxing easily into the familiar shape.

You felt his bulge pressed against you as well. He was already hard and you realized that maybe you’d been affecting him more than you’d intended.

He pulled away altogether too soon for your taste, looking down at you with a glint in his eye.

“Oh,” he said. “But, you wanted to cuddle. Far be it from me to thwart your plans.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled and scooped you up effortlessly, dropping you when you were a few feet above the bed so you bounced a little when you landed.

“After this, I’m done. The next one’s on you,” he promised as he moved above you, pinning you to the mattress below him, his hips rolling gently down into you through irritating layers of clothing. “How’s that for helping you learn to initiate.”

“Gives me some good motivation.”

“I gotta give you a little more, just remind you what you’ll be missing,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as you threw back your head with laughter. Everything was easier in here, with him. Everything made sense.

“Can’t hurt to have a reminder,” you agreed readily, a smile still plastered across your face.

“And then we’ll get to the cuddling,” he reassured you, doing his best to kiss you in between words while fighting back a smile. “You can never forget the cuddling.”

#proper etiquette #demon x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster bf #demon bf #I said this would be out soon 4 months ago lol whoops #this has had like a dozen drafts idk why it was such a monster to write #Maybe the fade to black at the end was mean but #This request already took so much longer than it should have I couldn’t make my darling scattermind wait any longer #I cannot thank them enough for their endless patience with me <3

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