An outside perspective

The sharp pain causes you to spring up in bed, startled. You look around, trying to remember where you are and what happened. You jump again, feeling hands on your shoulders. You look to see Gilzra, worry on her face, immediately pulled her hands away.

"Demetria!, Darlin', it's me! Gilzra!"

Your eyes stop darting around, and you begin to relax. Adrenaline still pumping through your body, you can feel your heart pumping hard, nearly out of your chest. You look down at yourself to see that you're not in the same clothes you were wearing last night, but at least dressed. Gilzra is likewise dressed in her undergarments. Does that mean anything? You don't know yet.

"I'm so sorry" You let out loudly, exasperated. "I wish I didn't wake you up like that"

"I'm not really the one to be worried about there hun. Are you okay? Bad dreams?"

Mother's words ring in your head, of nobody out there to trust. You take a deep breath as you stare into her otherworldly eyes. Something about her gives you comfort, makes you feel you can open up. Maybe Mother is right, but it's worth finding out.

"Not really. Gilzra, can you promise to keep a secret?"

"That's not really a fair question to ask there young lady." She adjusts to sit cross legged, brushing your arm "If there's some world ending calamity on your shoulders, I can't keep that between you and me, now can I?" She smiles softly "I'm sure whatever problem you're working through isn't that severe, so you can tell me."

"Okay" you let out unassuredly "My mother is a demon, she talks to me through the demonic realm. She wants me to find an artifact that can break a curse on me, and bring her to T'sara."

"Well, that explains the jump. That demon idn't your momma though, I reckon."

"She knows who I am, she knows everything about me." You respond defiantly "she said she was the one who dropped me off at the Cathedral of the Lost. She wants to be with me." Your voice turns pleading. For the disagreements of her nature of parenting, you still want be loved by her.

Gilzra shakes her head "Now that's got more holes than a leaky fishing boat. Did she tell you when she dropped you off? Why she did it?"

"No, not really." You respond shakily

"Does she know when you learned to read? Can she say what your favorite color is? Can she explain why she's proud of you?"

"She hasn't said that yet, no, but she's always watching"

"She's a demon darling. They know what you want and need to hear, probably better than you know yourself. She's feeding you so you go do what she wants. I'd cut that off like a leech, if it were me, but this being magical, I s'pose you can't just run out the door and never see her again. Lucky for you, I might know a way."

Her comforting words start to get a little suspicious. Mother's warning might have some validity "You think I should find a way to cut her out? Make it so that I can never see or hear from her again?"

"She don't sound like no momma you should have in your life Demetria. I won't and can't tell you what to do. Hells, I barely know you, much as I wish that wasn't the case. You need help, clearly, and I'm here to do that. You wanna see if this demon's the real deal, fine. I think you're barking up the wrong tree, but I'll be around to help get you down too."

"Thanks Gilzra"

"Aw come on now" She leans forward and gives you a warm, maternalistic hug "let's not be so cold and professional. You're not in church, you can afford to hug a lady." You reciprocate the hug, and it does help wash out some of the doubt.

"Hey," you gently break the hug, and she lets you move away "What happened last night? How'd I get here?"

"Well, you went outside to talk for a few minutes. Glettrix seemed quite taken with you" You suddenly remember the blowjob you gave him, and feel heat flush your face, worrying if you were seen or if you're as physically evident of your embarrassment as you feel. "You both came in pretty quick. We talked for a bit, you down the rest of your mead pretty fast. I helped you change out of your clothes and got you to bed."

Your body clenches, knowing that this means she saw your cock. She had to have. You want to crawl away, but she seems as unphased and reassuring as you could hope for. "Nothing to be ashamed of."

"You mean, nothing happened? Like, we didn't?"

Gilzra giggled a little at your question "What, like have sex? You're a beautiful girl Demetria, but I'm not the type to get a person drunk to get in their pants."

You let out an audible sigh.

"Besides, call me an old fashioned gal, but I think it's a lot more fun when they're in such a hurry they struggle to get out of their own pants. Enough of that though," She quickly hops out of bed, where you see is similarly equipped as you. She has a cock too, though she's far less concerned about being caught with it.

"We should get moving, while the day is still younger than us. You should also come and meet the rest of the gang. You'll fit right in."