Stanley turned off the showerhead and grabbed a towel beginning the process of drying himself off. Stanley made his way to the oddly placed sink and cabinet that was the remnant of what the bathroom was before Ezraphel's magical remodeling. Getting his toothbrush and toothpaste he brushed his teeth as was routine all the while his thoughts were stuck on what had just transpired.
No matter what anyone says Stanley was not sulking.
So what if he got totally emasculated by Ezraphel using a fleshlight?
So what if he started moaning and groaning like some twink slut?
So what if his mind got overwhelmed by pleasure to the point where he blacked out?
He's not bothered by it.
He's not bothered by it all!
Spitting into the sink he washed the toothbrush placing the latter in its case and putting it away before rinsing his mouth. After splashing some water on his face Stanley looked at his reflection in the mirror attached to the cabinet. His reflection showed that he had one of the fiercer scowls on his face.
'Alright man, get your act together' he began thinking to himself 'cumming five times in thirty minutes? That shit is light work. The only reason she managed to get one over on you is because of that fucking breakfast meal. That stupid corrupted breakfast meal.'
It did say something about mamono society though because if that shit was supposedly the norm then was it a wonder how mamono and incubi get absolutely addicted to sex to the point where they could just fuck at any point regardless of time or place?
'As ifregular sex with Ez wasn't bad enough' he once again reiterated in a grumble.
He was already hooked on 'Vitamin E' for Ezraphel, he didn't need that extra shit artificially enhancing the experience.
'And to think I thought doing it in a demon realm would be the absolute worst for my self control.'
But no, it turned out that the food was the actual gateway drug. Suddenly his comment about mamono cuisine being a kind of schedule 1 drug didn't seem like such a joke. It was in his humble opinion that that shit would absolutely be responsible for the downfall of society if it ever went public.
And the worst part?
'I'm definitely going to be consuming more of it throughout the day.'
If he was to go by the implications brought on by Ezraphel's earlier words about him experiencing mamono culture then it's pretty much a guarantee.
'This is going to be really bad…but I think I can salvage this.'
Sure there's a good chance he might lose control in the haze of lust which wasn't exactly a new phenomena with him. Yes it was embarrassing but on the flipside Ezraphel's usually in the same boat willingly and the overexposure has made him build up immunity. And that's the silver lining he can at least take solace with, that the more he experienced the effects of the food the less pronounced or more controlled his reaction to said effects would be.
'Or it couldfurther ruin my appetite for mundane food even further.'
The idea that he would grow dissatisfied with normal food prepared by Ezraphel made a genuine shudder of fear run down his spine.
'I won't let that happen' he silently decided 'If it ever gets to a point where I start to actually crave it I'm cutting out that shit regardless of how Ezraphel feels.'
And speaking of Ezraphel…
He turned to find the woman in question laying face down on the tiled bathroom floor her heart shaped ass pointed in the air. The bottom half of her one piece Baywatch swimsuit was ripped off exposing her reddened cheeks. The onahole was also impaled halfway into her pussy and was emptying its payload of cum directly into her hole. Not anymore though as he'd left her like this for the better part of ten minutes which was plenty of time for her to completely draw in the copious amounts of cum stored in that enchanted sex toy and absorb his spirit energy.
Walking up to her prone form Stanley observed the results of his punishment which wasn't much of a punishment for the Lilim given the way she was squealing when it happened. Even now she was doing little happy giggles poorly disguised as groans of pain while swaying her ass hypnotically to provoke a reaction.
"…" rather than ignore the gesture he deliberately looked at her, something she sensed and the sensual swaying increased.
She was practically giving him a full on show now but unfortunately for her there was no reaction this time.
'Well if there's one thing she managed to accomplish it was getting my increased libido in check.'
After nodding to himself he crossed his arms "how long are you going to screw around down there?"
Ezraphel's reply was to groan pitifully, probably because she realized he wasn't going to take the bait.
Pushing herself up on her hands Ezraphel incidentally (or deliberately) arching her back as she met his gaze with a pout "you didn't have to hit me so hard~"
"You got your ads spanked and a womb full of cum" he stated with a deadpan "far as I'm concerned you got nothing to complain about."
At his words her face burned with embarrassment "th-that's not the point!"
"Right" he drawled sarcastically "anyway we should get this show on the road. Where are my clothes?"
Ezraphel got to her feet with a sigh and stretched her body as if she were a model posing in a lingerie photoshoot.
Why that description specifically?
…no particular reason.
With a theatrical snap of her fingers Stanley teleported away back into the bedroom. Everything was cleaned, the breakfast tray was gone and the bed was made. Stanley stood in front of said bed which had a set of clothing folded onto it as well as a note which read: trust the process Stanley in neat cursive which made his brows furrowed in slight confusion. It wasn't until he took up the first article of folded clothing and let it unfold that he understood what she meant.
"I'm not even surprised anymore."
A few minutes later Stanley was now dressed in trousers, boots and a tunic looking like he walked out from the set of a period drama. He imagined this was the fashion for Incubi on Eos. Why? Because his clothes were both 'fitted' enough to emphasize his package and showcase his abs yet made in a way that he could shed them at a moment's notice without destroying them. It's very telling that underwear was not provided because the interior of the trousers provided extra 'padding' to simulate briefs (not boxers) for added comfort.
Checking himself in the mirror, the clothes really did look fanciful and as a consequence Stanley now legitimately looked like some medieval noble or, God forbid, royalty.
He snorted to himself 'bet that's the point.'
Suddenly his musings were interrupted by a loud dramatic gasp followed by a...
"HEEEEE~"
Stanley winced at the high pitched squeal that actually made the mirror tremble. Then with an audible sigh he turned around to face the metaphorical music.
The moment he did…
"Oh. My. Gosh!" the Lilim slapped her cheeks "you look sooooo handsome~!"
"And you look…" Stanley trailed off as he actually focused on what she was wearing.
Ezraphel was dressed in a black latex looking outfit reminiscent of the one she wore when she first came to earth. That is a bikini top that showed off her cleavage, a thong bikini bottom that showed off her bubble butt, thigh high stilettos emphasizing her long legs, long fingerless gloves, a choker with a red jewel and red jeweled earrings. She even had a bit of makeup on in the form of red lipstick, black eye shadow, red painted nails and her long hair was done up in a Dutch lace braid ponytail with a circlet around her head containing red jewels.
"Yees?" Ezraphel urged with an expectant smile on her face.
"You look…"
Stanley almost used the word 'nice' as it was his default description whenever he's caught off guard and had to say how he thought someone looked. It was ultimately a meaningless throwaway description he would use because he was too lazy to wax lyrical. There were only so many words you can use to describe how beautiful someone was and at this point he assumed such flowery words didn't matter so much to her as the feelings and emotions behind them. Ironically Stanley was better at expressing himself to her through his emotions than words anyway.
In any case he couldn't use that old excuse in this situation. Not only could he feel that the stakes were higher, emotionally, but even if Ezraphel could sense his emotions and knew his feelings were in the right place the words actually did matter to her when it came to him, they always did. And so when he was thinking of a response Stanley went with something a bit deeper than a throwaway comment.
"I think…you look incredibly beautiful, Ezraphel."
At the end of the day Stanley was a simple man and this was what he honestly felt when he looked at her. But while his words were simple the emotions behind it were real, something Ezraphel understood judging by the heavy blush and lovestruck expression on her face.
"Oh, Stanley~" the Lilim bashfully swooned with her eyes closed while covering her now reddened cheeks with her hands.
As she began to twist her body about in abashed excitement Stanley used the opportunity to get his own embarrassment under control. Unfortunately he did not manage to complete this before Ezraphel teleported across the room to scoop him up in her embrace and spin around. Ironically he managed to calm himself down better with his head between her cleavage.
"Yeah, yeah" came his muffled reply after a moment for which he received a peck on the lips before being put down. After smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on his clothing, he looked to Ezraphel expectantly "okay, so now what?"
"Now this" she reached behind her and pulled out a blindfold.
"Seriously?"
"Yes" she held it out for him.
"Is this really necessary?" he said but took the piece of cloth anyway
"Trust the process, Stanley" she reminded.
'I'm starting to hate that phrase.'
"Fine" the moment he consented the cloth came alive and coiled around his eyes like a snake. To his credit Stanley did not react beyond a slight stumble and a resigned grumble "you couldn't have warned me."
"Yes, but it's funner this way" was her quick reply before her hands found his shoulder and spun him around before lightly pushing him forward "now march mister."
Stanley was led through a door or so he thought. All he knew was that at some point the air changed in a way that made it feel as if they had stepped outside.
"Okay, now just stand here aaannnd…perfect!"
"Can I take this thing off now?"
"It hasn't even been a minute Stanley" he heard Ezraphel harrumphed "but yes, you may divest yourself of the blindfold Sir Stanley."
He raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of vernacular mid speech but did as was told and pulled the blindfold off.
"SURPRISE!!!"
Stanley flinched not at the shout itself so much as it was the crowd of people standing before him that echoed it. They were also holding a giant banner that had the words -HAPPY BIRTHDAY STANLEY- along with balloons, streamers and party horns being blown. It was a lot to go from being in a room with only one other person to being surrounded by over two dozen strangers and it made Stanley take a step back in genuine shock, momentarily speechless.
'What in the…'
His eyes darted about the crowd silently wondering to himself who the hell these people were. Immediately his eyes found familiar faces in his sister and Anastasia both in their rue form. As for the rest they were not familiar faces but were in fact an assortment of mamono.
Suddenly he felt Ezraphel lean down to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. "Happy Birthday Stanley~" she began before splaying her hands out "welcome to Makailand!"
Stanley blinked before his gaze went beyond the crowd causing his breath to catch. The first thing he noticed was the massive fuck off castle in the distance and after that was the fact that he was standing in the middle of a town square. The architecture on the surrounding buildings looked vaguely medieval European with a heavy dash of 'hentai parody' with quite a view of phallic and booba imagery among others.
That's when Ezraphel's words sunk in causing him to slowly turn his gaze towards the smiling visage of the Lilim.
"Makailand?"
"Hmm-hm" she nodded.
Once again he looked around his mouth opening and closing for a bit before he shook his head "okay, you win. I am very impressed."
"Hee-hee~" with a grin.
"However" he added in a serious tone "I thought I told you no parties Ezraphel."
"Eeh? Relax Stanley. This isn't a party and most of those gals aren't even people."
As she said this she waved off the welcoming committee causing the crowd to disperse leaving only Natalie and Anastasia staying behind.
"It's the principle Ez. The whole point was so that I could avoid crowds" he dragged a hand down his face
"Hey, stop the bitching and cut her some slack" came Natalie's voice as both her and Anastasia approached "how exactly was she supposed to keep this place running without NPCs?"
"What are you two doing here?" Stanley questioned.
"What? I can't admire my work?" his sister questioned with a raised brow.
"Your work?" he raised a brow and looked to Ezraphel.
"I employed both their aids in the construction process."
"Ana I understand, but Natalie has less experience with magic than me. I can't imagine she's any better."
"Um, actually…" Ezraphel raised a finger and Stanley could swear in that moment she had the poindexter glasses with the tape on.
His brow dropped "you've gotta be kidding me."
"Wights as a species are natural sorceresses even if they aren't as proficient as Liches. Due to their highborn status instilling a sense of haughtiness as well as their inclination towards utilizing their natural born necromantic abilities and connection to the Goddess Hel they seldom learn 'foreign' magic spells. Natalie does not have these biases and is a very eager student meaning…"
"Meaning that even if you suck at teaching she'll pick up the lessons anyway" he finished.
'Well, that issome certified bullshit right there.'
"I am not a bad magical teacher" Ezraphel huffed before folding her arms with a smug expression "tell him Natalie."
"…"
"…this is the part where you sing my praises Natalie" Ezraphel staged whispered like an actress trying to remind her co-star of the script
In response the Wight looked at Stanley and shrugged "she's not that bad."
"Natalie!"
"But-but" the woman continued with an amused expression "you ever think that maybe you're just a terrible student Stan?"
As she looked to the Lilim with that same amused expression which Ezraphel mirrored before they both looked down on Stanley.
"Yes Stanley, maybe I'm not the problem here."
Stanley looked between the two of them with hardly a change in expression before scoffing "whatever."
Sometimes you gotta know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em and this was definitely a time for folding.
"Hah!" Ezraphel celebrated her 'victory' by giving Natalie a high five.
Stanley ignored them to focus his attention on the Golem who characteristically stayed quiet but had that familiar feel of mild exasperation at both older women.
"Hey" he greeted.
"Happy birthday" she replied demurely.
"Thanks" he actually gave a small smile in return.
His eyes roamed the area seeing the bustling medieval street of mamono (Golem NPCs) roaming around for a moment and for the smallest moment Stanley wondered to himself if maybe an actual party with his friends wouldn't have been so bad after all.
- To Be Continued-