Getting settled in.

Hey! Quick author's note at the start here to be sure I make something clear: there isn't going to be a schedule on these chapters. It's going to be when I can, when they're done. Life is busy and takes priority- I hope that's alright! I hope everyone enjoys!

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Isaac hefted Ophelia’s duffle bag over his shoulder as he walked to the car, the demoness shortly behind him. He stopped by the car and opened the trunk with a button on his key fob, setting the bag inside.

“Alright,” Isaac said, dusting off his hands and closing the trunk. “You hungry?”

Ophelia hummed indecisively. “Kinda, but I’d much rather see my new home, if I’m honest.”

“Home it is. I can order something when we get back.” Isaac opened the passenger side door for her. “Your chariot, my lady,” he said with a bit of sarcasm, bowing and flourishing extravagantly.

Ophelia did a tiny curtsy, a grin on her lips. “Thank you, milord.” She carefully got into the car, ducking her head so her horns didn’t clip the doorframe, and settled back.

Isaac got in on the driver’s side and started up the car. “It’s not far, we’ll be there soon.”

Ophelia nodded. Her eyes were wide as she stared out the window, hands fidgeting in her lap.

“You okay, Ophelia?”

“Yeah! Y-yeah… it’s just… I haven’t really been out of the AWIO center. I kind of got a crash course, but I haven’t seen much.” She looked back to Isaac with a grin. “I really gotta thank you for applying. I… I heard some whispers that they were worried my match wouldn’t ever show.”

“Really?” Isaac raised a concerned brow. “Why would that be?”

“My demeanor, my lineage… I had a couple potential folks turn their nose up at demons, had a lot of men not like me being so… big, I suppose. Thought demons should be slight little things, I heard, which is, obviously, not me. I’m also loud, sometimes.” She shrugged, a sad smile on her lips. “It’s alright. I understand, it was just… disheartening.”

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, yeah?” Isaac put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing little circles into her skin with his thumb. “You’ve got me.”

Ophelia blushed and smiled wider, putting a strong hand on Isaac’s thigh. “Yeah. Yeah I do. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone to lean on.”

“Why’s that?” Isaac asked with a frown.

She grimaced and looked down. “It’s kind of complicated, but the gist is that… people don’t really like demons where I’m from, in the old world. Usually for valid reasons, but still. It’s hard to have friends when much of the world is against you.”

Isaac scowled. He knew what being an outcast was like. He knew loneliness. Knowing she’d had to suffer similar… it burned in his chest. He took her hand from his thigh, interlacing his fingers with hers. “I’m sorry to hear that. You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

She smiled, eyes wet. “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely. “Thank you so much.”

Isaac just kissed a small scar on the back of her hand and rested their clasped hands on the console between the seats.

They sat like that for the rest of the drive, finally parking outside Isaac’s house. “We’re here. This is the place.”

He squeezed her shoulder and got out of the car. By the time she had exited the vehicle, he’d grabbed her bag and started toward the door.

“This is a big place,” Ophelia said softly, following Isaac into the house. “You live here all alone?”

“Sure do. Here’s your bag. Go explore, see the sights, pick a room, avail yourself of any snacks in the kitchen, and come see me when you’re ready to get some dinner or just want to hang out,” Isaac said, passing her the duffel and sitting down at his desk. He set the folder from the AWIO on his desk beside his keyboard. “I’d love to show you around, but there’s not all that much to see, and I need to get a bit of work done.”

“You got it, love,” Ophelia said with a lazy salute, moving deeper into the house. Occasionally, Isaac heard little surprised laughs, as well as her talking to herself.

He had to admit, he was still pretty nervous. He had a smoking-hot demon woman in his house, due to stay with him… forever. She was definitely his type, and so far he felt pretty connected with her. It seemed like she felt the same. That was probably the bond that Tyler was talking about. Nevertheless, a cold spark of anxiety still bubbled in his stomach.

Something about her had unlocked a forgotten part of him that… managed to form a connection. He hadn’t made a connection like that in a long time, and had thought himself destined to a cold demeanor and a single life.

He shook his head and pulled up his latest project. He pulled out his handwritten notes and got to work, typing away, losing himself in the words on the screen.

Eventually, he was pulled from his reverie as Ophelia emerged from upstairs where Isaac’s bedroom was. She was no longer dressed in the crop top and jeans, instead wearing some dark gray sweatpants and… Isaac’s sleep shirt. It was a soft, worn-out band tee that he’d gotten at a thrift store, a few sizes too big for him. It clearly fit her fine, however, even though it was suspended, draped over her massive bust.

Her eyes were half-lidded and her cheeks were dusted with a blush as she stopped next to Isaac’s chair.

“You…” His eyes traced up and down her form. A stripe of bare skin past the end of the shirt showed that, like her jeans, her sweatpants sat low on her hips, low enough to display her distinct lack of underwear. “I see you’ve found my room. Our room.” He blinked. He hadn’t thought about that, yet. It was her room, too.

“You… smell good,” she muttered, settling on her knees next to him to be closer to his level. The first thing she did was take him by the back of the neck and lean in close, pressing her lips to his.

Isaac froze for a moment, startled by her boldness, but quickly melted into the kiss, warmth filling his chest. Her lips were soft, except for a small scar he could feel at the corner of her mouth, and she tasted the same way she smelled.

She pulled away after a moment, but stayed close and looked at his monitor. It was clear she wasn’t reading the screen, though, her mind elsewhere.

As she stared forward, eyes slightly closed, Isaac grabbed the AWIO folder and flipped through it to the page informing him about demons.

Some demonkin, known by some as lesser demonkin, are more primal creatures, the pamphlet read. That isn’t to say that they’re like animals, but they do tend to be a bit more controlled by their urges. They are intensely protective of their perceived family, and they are very intense lovers, in romance and in bed. It is said that they tend to associate certain senses to certain emotions, most notably associating the smell of their lover to safety or comfort.

Demons also have high libido, even among other monster girls. They-

Isaac set the paper down. “You feeling alright?” He asked. “Hungry?”

She sleepily turned to look at him, then laid a gentle hand on his leg. “I, um, think I can wait on food, but…” She blushed. She shifted slightly, one hand falling to her crotch.

“...are you horny?”

She nodded, bashful. “Kept thinking about it, kept getting hornier. Doesn’t help that you are fucking hot.” She rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. She almost looked ashamed. “I-I’m sorry… I’ll go take care of it…”

Isaac grabbed her wrist before she could walk too far away. “Hey, now, it’s alright.” He traced his thumb over a long, curved scar on her wrist until she looked back at him. “If you want… some help, I am happy to provide.”

“Y-you sure, Isaac?” She asked. “I don’t wanna be a burden… it’s just ‘cause I’m a demon. I get ready easily.”

“Do you want to head back up to the bedroom?”

At that, Ophelia faltered. “Wh-whatever you like, love.”

Isaac minimized his project and stood up from his desk, taking her by the hand. “Come on, let’s head upstairs. More comfy up there, yeah?”

Ophelia smiled, the blush on her cheeks growing darker. “Yeah.”

He pushed up onto his tiptoes and kissed her gently on the lips, holding her by the waist and her hand. As she exhaled shakily, he led her back up the stairs.