Smoking in bed (but not after sex)

For the time being at least, the one place Helltaker could get any peace and quiet was his own bed. It came at the cost of keeping all of his own harem in a sort of perpetual not-quite-friendzone, but it was necessary to maintain any semblance of life balance. After all, none of the demon girls would be brazen enough to crawl into bed with him unless invited there, unless you count Cerberus curling up on the foot of the bed. More accurately, none had the guts to jump line and snuggle under the covers with him.

Well, except for one of them.

Perhaps because she knew how much it would piss off the other girls, Zdrada did exactly that; wearing only her silver cross necklace, a sloppy gray tube-top, and black thong, the half-naked demon waited until an unreasonable hour of the night, then slipped beneath the Helltaker's covers, grinning ear to ear as she pushed her considerable bosom, on par with Malina's, against the man's back as he slept on his side. His eyes opened up warily, unseen by Zdrada; he knew a pair of boobs on his back when he felt them, but he couldn't tell precisely whose they were.

A moment later, it became obvious as the room began to fill up with the scent of smoke. He coughed into his fist, then turned around irritably. Zdrada's sharp fangs grinned back at him in close range; her red eyes shined in the darkness as her tail snaked from behind her and played up the side of one of his legs. These details were erotic and welcome.

What was less so was the cigarette, hanging from the one hand she had extended from the cover. The Helltaker licked the tips of his fingers, then pinched it, taking action to avoid her setting the bed on fire.

"Geez," Zdrada grumbled, now sitting up to relight her cigarette with a grumpy sigh. "You're a buzzkill sometimes. Look, I only came in here cause I had something I wanted to talk to you about." The Bitch Demon took another over-done draw from her tobacco, then puffed an amazing cloud of smoke into the air. As the Helltaker began to wonder if he needed to get up and crack a window, Zdrada explained herself. "Malina finally went to sleep, so I thought I'd use the computer while she was off of it for once. You're not gonna guess what I found on that internet of yours. Porn! There's all kinds of porn on the internet, turns out."

The Helltaker wore an unreadable, statuesque frown. He'd risen up from the sheets to sit with his back pressed against the headboard, matching her position. "Did you go through the search history?"

"I don't even know what that is, buddy," Zdrada denied, catching her cigarette between her teeth and talking around it. She grinned widely and rested her arms behind her head.

"Is that why you're here? Because of something you saw in a porno?"

The girl's grin widened and she rolled onto her side again, prompting the Helltaker to pinch out her cigarette once again as ashes fell onto the pillow. "Ha ha! You think demons don't have porn? I was messin' with ya." Idly, she began to trace a circle on the Helltaker's bare pecs; smoke continued to rise from her mouth and nostrils, the result of her previous puff. "Nah, I discovered something more interesting. You know how you've been telling me to stop smoking?"

The Helltaker looked at the pinched cigarette in her mouth, then leaned up and noticed where an overturned photograph holder on this bed-side table had been used extensively as an ashtray for other cigarettes. "Yeah. I told you a time or two."

"Because it's bad for my health and even worse for all of the people who inhale smoke second-hand? Even though you let Malina drink all she wants without bitching about it?"

The Helltaker nodded.

"Yeah, well, that just made me want to smoke more, on account of I'm such a bitch. So, as I was looking up a cool place to order more cigarettes, I came across something different. This psychology guy on the internet was talking about what makes people wanna smoke. I figured, 'damn, this guy must have the scoop on some really good cigs,' so I dug in a little deeper. Turns out, he was actually on the anti-cigarette side. Just as I was about to tune him out and flip to another page, I saw something real interesting: he called it an 'oral fixation.' He says that a big part of why some people can't kick cigs is cause they have one of these fixations and just need something in their mouth all the time. You see where I'm going with this?"

The Helltaker remained silent. Actually, his eyes were closed. It looked like he was trying to go back to sleep.

Zdrada woke him up with a few snaps of her fingers, then grinned from ear to ear. "What I'm saying is, I've got an 'oral fixation.' I need something in my mouth all the time. That means... if you're gonna get me to give up smoking, you're gonna have to fill that nasty mouth of mine and keep it filled 24/7, big guy..." The demon opened her teeth and rolled out her tongue, licking across the lower lip and teasing her lip piercing.

She watched with her mouth hanging open as the Helltaker rooted through his bed-side table, then pulled out a wrapped candy sucker. He pinched off the wrapper, then stuck the pop into Zdrada's mouth. "We'll talk about it in the morning..." He rolled over to go back to sleep.

The Bitch Demon sucked on her candy irritably, squinting her eyes into a spiteful glare before releasing it from the pucker of her lips with a rude, noisy pop.