VD - Showtime Part 7

That was quite enough excitement for you. Morrigan is having a celebration at her house, but she’s lucky you agreed to reality TV with her. You feel no guilt in bowing out of that. Back home, you sink into a bath, closing your eyes and telling yourself over and over that in the Demon World it’s not weird for people to see you having sex on TV. It helps that it doesn’t seem that anyone realizes that was your cousin. Except for whoever it is in the Trish campaign that set it up that way. But… it looks like you passed that test, at least.

A more pressing problem is that you had sex with Bella, and now you have all these memories of doing that and how sexy she is, and there’s a fat erection in your bathwater to prove it. It’s because Bella has such a sexy body, not that she’s your cousin. She has that same softness as Ingrid from camp. You need a drink of water.

Demi enters the bathroom in her robe. She kneels by the tub and smiles at you.

“Hi,” you say.

“Babe, I can feel your aura.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“That was pretty good tonight. I know you’re an amateur and they gave you training wheels, but you still fucked that girl’s brains out,” Demi says. It’s an interesting compliment to get from your wife.

“Er, yeah.”

“I think it’s cute that you won’t fuck my mom.”

Your eyes open wide. Yet another thing that you never expected to hear from your wife. You clear your throat and glance out the window at the shape of the huge, sinister castle that is nearly complete up on the hill.

“Um,” you say uncertainly.

“I mean, I know you’d like to. You’re always staring at her boobies. And of course she wants that human baby cream,” Demi says with an eye roll.

More words that are maybe OK for demons to say, but they sound surreal to you.

“Anyway, you know I used to do it, right?” she asks.

“Huh?”

“You know. Collections.”

“You mean being a sex demon? Yes, I knew that,” you say, looking at her as though she’s insane. “It’s how you scammed me into marrying you.”

“Oh, yeah. Right. It was you and the other girl. That cutie,” Demi says, dragging her fingertip along her lips. “She couldn’t last. Oh, and she’d make that cute little noise when she popped. I hope you got some of that, Riley.”

“Oh my god. You’re drunk.”

“What part of I’m in your aura do you not understand?”

“Oh, right.” This is your fault, not hers.

“Like I was saying,” she goes on as you peer out the window at the castle again. “I used to do that work. Let me show you a trick.”

You look back to see that Demi is gone, replaced by Tari, who all but bursts out of the bathrobe. It’s not the real Tari; it’s Demi using magic to look like her.

“Oh gosh,” you say.

“Come on, baby. You earned it,” Demi says.