Another story, another time where my ovaries are still at the mercy of Finn Balor. And another time where I'm writing a sequel to a story. At least this wasn't in development hell like "Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are" was. This came together somewhat quickly by my standards!
And considering Finn is not on the card for Wrestlemania this year, maybe this'll ease the ache in my fellow Balor Club members!
I do not own Finn Balor/Prince Devitt/Demon King. This is purely a fantasy and not meant to rile up his wife either!
"'ave I already ruined ye for ot'er men? Rather be fucked by me?"
"Can't wait te breed ye full o' my seed. Make ye mine."
"Fuckin' soaked n' screamin' yer fuckin' head off while yer bouncin' on my cock!"
"Oh, I'm definitely keepin' ye. Such a wonderful pet ye are fer me."
Ophelia slumped against the bed as she came with a crying moan, grinding against her wand vibrator to chase the remaining sparks of her orgasm. The filthy words in that Irish lilt faded from her mind like a whisper, the searing images of the one saying them cooling.
Four months had passed since that night. Four months since she was taken by Balor in a locker room at her first wrestling show. Four months since the Demon King ravished her beyond the point of no return. Four months since his host Finn gave his Instagram information to her to stay connected.
"I don' wan' te leave ye feelin' like dis meant not'ing."
That was what he said beneath the running shower as they cleaned up, before they went to his hotel room for small talk and snuggling beneath the sheets. What it was like for him to wrestle in Japan, building Lego models, her work at the art museum's gift shop, what brought her to the show in the first place. It was surprisingly easy to converse with Finn, so down to earth and easygoing outside of the wrestling ring.
The topic of how Balor came to reside within him was brief (something about him intrigued by Finn's dedication to his craft), but Ophelia didn't want to press on if it wasn't something world-ending. Not that she could when Finn started fondling her breasts and grinding into her, chest rumbling with relaxed groans. It culminated in slow, sweet lovemaking with the two molded together and sweet nothings sighed into one another's ears.
And a new day dawning with Ophelia waking up in the hotel room by herself.
Finn had left an apologetic note saying that he had to get going to the next city and that he hoped to talk with her eventually. His social media info was copied into her phone before she brushed up and changed to leave the hotel room. A shock of pink upon one chair caught her eye and Ophelia cracked up at what it was.
A new pair of panties, to replace the ones Balor tore off during their tryst. A little more revealing than the bikini briefs that were destroyed (Are they crotchless?!), but still very pretty.
"What a gentleman," she playfully said, holding them up. "And in my favorite color too." She put them on and then walked out of the hotel room, a little thrill rushing through her veins at the scandalous garment beneath her dress and the night prior that led to them.
Now as her body came down from her high and she turned off the vibrator, Ophelia could not help but wonder what Finn was up to. She would leave comments on some posts, send him a direct message showing the newest creation she made from the big tub of Legos she bought (he was thrilled to see she even got it in the first place), but no mention of their first meeting was ever made. Or any exchange of fantasies or pictures, lewd or otherwise.
She did not want to impose on Finn, make it seem like she wanted it to be physical, like she was a ring rat, but still…
I'm not even sure how to approach this, Ophelia thought as she took her vibrator to the bathroom to clean. How the hell was I supposed to know I'd get this close with a celebrity of any kind?
Images and sounds from that night would play behind her closed eyes as she masturbated, her fingers and toys just not the same compared to the Demon King's tongue, hands, and cock. Ophelia had even splurged on a custom fantasy dildo to sate her fantasies; little bumps lining up and down the thick shaft, the head ending in a pointed tip and marbled in shades of red. She loved how it filled and stimulated her, but without the feeling of being pinned down by a strong figure, it fell short of what she yearned for.
"Would Finn laugh or cringe if I told him I got a dildo inspired by his demon form?" Ophelia muttered to herself, rinsing the toy cleaner fluid off from her wand. She looked up at the mirror, auburn hair mussed up and green eyes in a pensive look. "I imagine Balor would be offended that I was using a toy and not the real thing," she said, snickering at the possible look of shock on his face. "Either way, he'd probably pin me down to prove himself better."
A sultry giggle left her lips as she turned to leave the bathroom.
The lights flickered off and on.
Ophelia huffed and rolled her eyes.
"Balor," she called out. "Are you messing with me again?"
The lights came back on, staying that way. Well, at least it wasn't a brown-out, she thought. Still pretty weird though. Nerves slightly on edge, she strained her ears to listen for anything out of the ordinary: the air conditioning going, a car speeding in the distance, a neighbor's sink running.
And purring coming from her bedroom.
"Balor?" she called out, this time in a quieter tone. "Is that you?" Ophelia padded to her room, the moonlight streaming through the windows in silvery streaks.
Much like the demon's eyes that night…
Her bed lay empty, sheets pulled aside, and bottle of lube tossed on top where she left it. The windows were still closed, closet door undisturbed and a quick check under the bed only showed the plastic containers storing shoes and other out of season garments. Ophelia rose up onto her knees, her shoulders slumping in relief and a little disappointment.
"I'm hearing things," she sighed, climbing into bed. She placed the lube back into her nightstand drawer, quickly checked her phone for any last messages (thankfully no) and turned it off for the night. "At least I don't have to go in for work tomorrow."
Ophelia snuggled into her sheets and closed her eyes, hoping that wherever he was Finn was doing well.
Nails ghosting over her cheeks in featherlight touches.
Airy kisses placed upon her brow.
Her body pressed down into the mattress by a comforting weight.
Deep breaths whispered into her ears, like a spring breeze.
Hands running across her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
A hot, wet tongue prodding at her core.
Shaken to consciousness by the ache in her body, Ophelia opened her eyes and sighed. A glance at her alarm clock showed the green numbers reading 2:50 AM, before she turned away to face the window. The full moon rose above the roofs of the townhomes across the street, bathing the world below in silver. The softly glowing light washed through her blinds and the drawn cream curtains, painting her room like a dreamy watercolor.
Her heart and core pulsed with want. Wanting to be curled up in someone's arms, wanting to look at the moon, wanting to feel…
Tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes, her lips trembling. Ophelia curled in onto herself, a sob wracking her form. The afterimages of her dream from before she woke up taunted her now, tantalizing her with what she could have had, what she could have heard, and what she could have felt. If only, if only the one she craved wasn't so far from her physically and socially-
The mattress cradling her was pressed down, a weight moving up to her before laying upon her.
What felt like strands of cool mist ghosted along her wet cheeks, blotched red from crying.
A pair of lips tenderly pressed to her temple, thumbs wiping away the tears.
"Sshh," a voice breathed out. "I'm here fer ye, pet."
Ophelia's eyes shot open with a gasp. The one who had haunted her dreams and fantasies crouched over her, blue eyes widened in concern as his hand retreated from her face. He looked the same as that night: face and body covered in red, black, and white paint in a demonic visage, the crown of translucent red and black strips hanging from his head, clad in only wrestling trunks and the long red sash around his waist.
Imposing yet alluring.
Though he did not seem like the confident predator he was back then. Right now, he seemed to be more… cautious, as if his human host was the dominant personality.
It didn't matter right now. Whether it was Balor or Finn in control, he was here. A watery smile crossed Ophelia's face as she relaxed, sniffling a bit as she rubbed her eyes.
"You're back," she murmured, voice hoarse from crying. "I missed you…"
Balor smiled, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. "Missed ye too, pet," he told her, voice rumbling. "Just been so busy, my host hasn' had much time." He nuzzled into the side of her neck, her natural scent filling his nose as he planted another kiss on her skin. "Ye 'aven't been forgotten, I can assure ye."
Moving to lay on her back, Ophelia wrapped her arms around Balor in a nigh crushing hug and kissed him on the lips. She pulled back, forehead touching his own, breathing stuttered as she held back more tears. "I still feel like I'm dreaming," she said, choking up. "Like I'll wake up again and you'll be gone."
The demon shook his head, placing one hand atop of hers. The airy touch on top of her skin had the young woman shudder from the sensitivity. "I'm here, pet," Balor assured her. "Yer not dreamin'." He trailed several kisses on her face, descending further down and increasing in pressure. His hips started rutting into the sheets, wishing he could be closer without the annoying fabric covering her.
A gentle lap at her pulse point and Ophelia mewled, more tears coming as she ran her fingertips along the muscles of his back, thrilling at the heat emanating from him. Her head fell back, exposing her delicate throat to Balor's lips and her core throbbed as his teeth grazed it. A watery, helpless moan left her mouth from the feeling.
"Ssh, shh," Balor hushed her, wiping the freshly falling tears with his thumb. "Lemme take care of ye, pet." He pulled the sheets back from her, a growl rumbling in his chest as he looked down at her. A small white camisole twisted around her torso, exposing one breast and the erect nipple topping it, and her bottom half uncovered, shaved, and flushed slightly red.
"Playin' with yerself?" he taunted, tugging Ophelia up so that she sat up. He crawled behind her, pulling her flush against his chest, and squeezing her exposed breast. "Not'ing easin' the ache I left ye wit' last time?" One corner of his lips was up in a small smirk, though his blue eyes held no malice within. Just sympathy for how lonely his pet had been without him.
Ophelia wiggled her hips against him, his cock already stirring to life and shook her head. "It-it's all I could think of when I- "Balor tweaked her nipple, making her gasp. "When I try to make myself cum." Her shoulders slumped, recalling those lonely nights when she wished the demon or Finn were with her.
Balor's hand stroked her belly, moving down to her mound and letting a fingertip rest upon the hood of her clit, concealed by her swollen labia. "Den let me help wit' dat feelin'…" His finger lightly rubbed back and forth on her bud, coaxing it from hiding.
Head falling back against his shoulder, Ophelia rocked towards the demon's touch, mouth falling open. One arm curled back to clutch his head closer to her ear, letting her hear those low purrs and rumbles leaving his throat.
"Ye like when I purr into yer ear?" Balor growled, finger increasing the pressure on her clit. "Or when I whisper dirty t'ings to ye?"
Ophelia cried out, clenching around nothing and fingers digging into the tendrils of his crown. "Y-yes," she stuttered out. "Just remembering what you said that night- "she mewled at the slight prick of a claw. "I-it's not the same without you…"
He hummed at her needy words, his free hand lazily squeezing and bouncing her exposed breast. Her other hand flew up to lay on top of it, desperate to keep it there.
"I told ye I'm not leavin' ye pet," Balor chided, nipping at her earlobe. "Jus' relax and let yer feelings take over." Another finger joined in touching her clit, dipping to her weeping slit to feel the hot, sticky cream within before gliding back up to the bud. "Haah… already gettin' wet from my touch?"
"Mmhm," Ophelia murmured, lips pursing together as she felt his slick fingertips touching her once again. "I-It feels so good…" Her voice trailed off, the hand over top of Balor's dropping and going over her mouth to cover up a loud moan. A nip at her neck startled her, her hips jostling against his arousal, causing him to growl into her ear and stop rubbing her.
"Ye said ye liked my voice close to yer ears," he warned, voice low. "So why not let me hear you too?" He chuckled, touching her once again. "Shy li'l pet, aren't ye?"
Ophelia stiffly nodded, gaze lowering to watch Balor's fingers work skillfully against her. They were thicker than her own dainty ones, scorched black, tipped with dull claws, and glistening with her arousal. She remembered how they quickly found her G-spot the last time, relentlessly pressing against it as the demon lavished her clit with his mouth while she writhed against the table she laid upon.
A shock of arousal coursed through her body, a moan leaving her throat and her hips moving to put more pressure on her bud.
"Need a li'l more?" Balor asked, lightly tapping her clit with one finger.
"Y-yeah," she begged. "I-I really enjoyed y-your mouth on me…" Ophelia's voice tapered off in a high whisper, cheeks flushing from arousal and slight embarrassment. She felt his fingers flit over her nipples, at full attention and so sensitive, and let out a mewl.
"Hah… Did ye now?" the demon taunted, playing with her breasts. His chest rumbled with a chuckle. "Ye cried out so well fer me- "he roughly rubbed her clit to a cry from her. "While I feasted on you… Wonder if I could get ye to cum right into my mouth again."
Ophelia tensed up, thighs quivering at the memory, still in disbelief that she squirted so much that night.
"So. Fuckin.' Hot." Balor rasped, rutting into her lower back. "Feel how hard it's made me?"
Even beneath the spandex material of his trunks, he felt feverishly hot against her skin and about ready to burst. He was even starting to leak through the fabric.
"P-please," Ophelia moaned out. "I can't take it anymore Balor!" Her own nails dug into his hair, scratching into his scalp.
The demon whipped her around, pulling her into a bruising kiss as he laid down upon her bed. Moving away from her lips, he gave her an absolutely sinful smile, blue eyes hooded with lust. "Den sit on my face," he demanded.
He didn't have to say anything more. Ophelia moved to hover over his head, hands gripping the headboard, belly fluttering in anticipation. Though there was something nagging at the back of her mind…
"Um, what if I suffocate you by accident?" she timidly asked.
Balor huffed at his pet's concern. "Dat would be nice actually," he joked. "I'll bite yer thigh when I've had enough."
"How the hell is that gonna- "
The demon yanked her hips flush to his mouth.
Ophelia yelped, only to start moaning as his tongue lapped at her slit.
Balor wasted no time in letting his hunger overtake him, her honey coating his lips and tongue as he feasted. He missed how vocal his pet was, how she would move against his face, how her thighs encircled his head so that he would not leave. Just imagining those things as his host fisted himself to a sticky finish in the hotel rooms on those lonely nights was a poor substitute.
The demon was a glutton in those regards. And he was more than willing to savor this until his pet wept from overstimulation.
Above him, Ophelia's thighs trembled as she struggled to keep herself up and not crush her partner's head. The satisfied, hungry groans rumbling at her clit and reaching her ears made her grip the headboard harder, the knuckles turning white as she took all the demon gave her. She felt his thumbs spread her pussy open more, only for his tongue to dive into her core and gorge himself on the cream within.
She tried lifting her hips up to escape the white-hot burst of sensation, but Balor snarled at this, the vibrations making her tear up and her core to collapse back against his relentless tongue. Her head dropped, eyes squeezed shut and a strained groan of pleasure escaped her throat; resigned to let the demon enjoy his meal for as long as he saw fit.
"Oh God, right there! Right there!" she begged when his tongue lapped at a particularly sensitive spot inside. Her mouth stretched into an "O," belly somersaulting from the sensation.
His hands moved to grasp her hips, the claws digging into the flesh of her rear, as his lips latched onto her, and his tongue darted in and out of her soaked pussy. A growl rumbled in Balor's chest, determined to make her squirt into his mouth and sate the burning thirst tormenting him. Ophelia grinding her hips down onto his face, her pleas for more, legs quivering around him; he absolutely loved this.
A few more hard licks and she cried out, torso drooping forward, thighs shuddering in completion. Her cream splashed into Balor's mouth, a triumphant groan reverberating from his chest as he drank her in. His claws trailed down the globes of her rear, scratching at her fair skin, tongue moving up to her clit to zigzag along the bud and drive her mad with the intensity. Ophelia's hand dug into his hair, the tendrils wrapping around her wrist as her whole body shook.
"Ah! Oh ffffuuuuuu- "her cursing was cut short by several intense sucks against her clit, tears starting to form as overstimulation kicked in. "B-Balor! I-it's too much!"
His grip loosened around her hips, and Ophelia collapsed on her side, twitching from the ghostly feelings of his mouth. Heart racing, form curled in on herself, cheeks flushed pink; Balor licked his lips at how wrecked she was and palmed himself through his trunks. He needed to fuck her now.
The sound of ripping fabric got her attention as Ophelia looked up towards the demon; he was up on his knees, hand around his thick cock, drooling with precum and stroking himself. Bestial grunts rumbled up from his throat as their eyes met, his speed increasing.
Ophelia gave him a delirious smile, turning onto her stomach and raising her hips. She wiggled her rear to taunt him, getting an aroused snarl from the demon as he moved behind her. The head of his cock pressed against her slick pussy, the heat making her moan in delight.
"Yes," she moaned. "I want this…"
Balor said nothing, only slid inside slowly. Ophelia mewled at the stretch, head dropping down to her crossed arms.
"Prefer this over that little toy?" Balor growled. "Like how it fills ye up?"
So he did hear me talking to myself… Ophelia thought with a blush. "S-so much," she said. "It's not- "she was cut off by a pornographic moan from her throat when he was hilted within.
"Not what?" he taunted, draping himself over her back. His lips brushed against the shell of his pet's ear, breathing deeply into it.
She licked her lips briefly, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It's not the same as the real thing. I missed being pinned down and held."
The demon smirked, one hand coming to skim his claws upon her delicate throat. Ophelia let out a helpless little moan at the feeling, goosebumps rising upon her skin as she shuddered in delight.
"Seems I 'ave a lot to catch up on," Balor murmured, his hand resting at the base of her neck. He started rolling his hips, lazily thrusting into her, and purring at how well his pet sucked him in. He planted a gentle kiss upon her cheek, his lips lingering upon it for a long time. "So wonderful to be back inside ye…"
The tender tone of his voice brought tears to Ophelia's eyes once more, a broken mewl coming from her when one of his strokes kissed her womb. The demon hushed her once again, his thrusts pausing to grind against her until she moaned in pleasure.
"I told ye I wasn' goin' anywhere pet," Balor chided, the hand at her throat moving to hold one of her breasts. "Should I bite ye so I won't let go?"
Her fingers dug into the pillow, and she quickly nodded. "P-please…"
Brushing her long hair aside, the demon latched his teeth into the crook where neck and shoulder met, not piercing the skin. Not yet. No matter how much he enjoyed her clenching around him.
Ophelia let out a guttural moan, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts, lips parted as her breast was squeezed. Balor's pace picked up only slightly, growling into her skin, his free hand digging into her pillow for grounding. The tendrils hanging from his crown and wrists coiled around them, kissing their flesh like a cool mist.
The couple stayed entwined like that for what felt like hours, relishing the closeness from months of separation. The only noises in the room was the slapping of skin and their collective sighs and moans as they continued making love. Ophelia enjoyed the relaxed pace, though she couldn't lie that she also craved the intense passion that brought her and Balor together in the first place. She wanted the demon to claim her again.
Balor's hips stopped moving, taking his mouth off of her shoulder. "Something wrong, pet?" he asked, voice tinged with concern.
Ophelia turned her head to the side, looking up into his face. "Could you be rougher please?" she quietly asked.
The demon purred, his cock twitching in response. "Of course," he rumbled.
Balor rolled the two of them onto their left sides, still connected together. Ophelia lifted one leg to wrap around Balor's thigh, exposing her swollen clit for his fingers to play with. The demon picked up the pace once more, scraping against that little spot within her pussy, and making her dig her fingers into the bedsheets. She let out a long, loud moan when his fingertips started flitting over her clit.
"Atta girl," the demon rasped in her ear. "Keep cryin' out fer me while I fuck ye! Let the neighbors know who's givin' you all." A hard thrust. "This." Another one. "Pleasure." Balor sank his teeth into the crook of Ophelia's neck, loudly growling and fucking into her. She let out a warbling mewl, not bothering to try and lower her voice.
Let the neighbors question why she was so vocal the following morning if they so wanted.
For once, she did not care.
In the dimly lit room, the two clutched each other close, barely any space between them as they gave into their lust. Balor would occasionally taunt Ophelia with some naughty words, but it was all just sighs, moans, growls, and grunts that provided the soundtrack. The wet sounds of their union harmonized with their vocals, the beat growing faster with each hard pump of his hips against hers.
Balor could feel himself growing thicker within his pet, balls tightening as he drew closer to filling her up. His fingers flew down to her fully bloomed bud, rubbing it to a chorus of strangled cries from her throat.
"Mmph… gettin' close," he grunted into Ophelia's ear. "Ye want me te fill you full?"
She frantically nodded, mouth trembling and unable to speak.
"Yeah? Ye wanna cum on dis big dick, all over dis fat demon cock?"
Ophelia made an affirmative noise, fingers digging into the bedsheets.
Balor growled, pinching her clit, and biting down hard into the crook of her neck once more, his hips taking on a bruising tempo to rocket them closer to the end. Ophelia's vision grew blurry, the cream curtains and silvery moon melting together in the darkened room. She could feel herself tightening, her body fluttering in anticipation, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, the demon's body enveloping all around her.
Feeling Balor's teeth sink further into her skin with a primal groan shattered it all.
With a strained moan, the tight coil within her sprang free, soaking him in her cream.
The demon groaned into her skin as her walls massaged him and he was soon painting them white, slumping into the bed in contentment.
Balor gave a couple of lazy thrusts to ease the smoldering embers within, purring and kissing into her neck, fingers stroking along Ophelia's belly like a beloved pet. Her own hand went down to where they were still together, whimpering at the sticky mess coating her fingertips, still sensitive clit, and the base of his cock. She felt herself clench slightly, the demon grunting as she did so. He moved her head so that he could kiss her deeply, sighing into her mouth.
"A sight I've been sorely missin'," Balor hummed, shaking his head with a fond smirk. "So fucked out after I'm done with ye…"
Ophelia gave a small smile, still stroking herself absentmindedly and relaxing into his arms. Her gaze became unfocused, tears beginning to shimmer within her eyes as she realized that he would have to leave soon yet again…
"Stay with me?" she asked in a quiet voice, her hand laying atop the demon's own.
He sighed, moving away to pull out. Ophelia whimpered at the sensation; one step closer to goodbye.
"'m sorry pet," Balor said, voice full of remorse. but I can't stay the entire night wit' ye. Have to return to my host and rest."
"W-why?"
"I used my own magic to leave Finn and come see ye. It takes a bit outta me and I have to… regain it over time."
Ophelia's lips quivered, moving to lay upon her back and turned her head. "Could you… could you at least stay with me until I fall asleep?" She sounded so childlike, so fragile, green eyes pleading and shimmering with fresh tears.
The silence was unbearable.
Balor pulled her closer, fingers threading through her tangled hair. She buried her own face into the demon's throat, letting the tears soak into his skin and her arms crush him. He wanted to stay and sleep with his pet, perhaps wake her up with his tongue between her legs…
The pull to return to his host grew stronger, prying him further away from her.
Perhaps he could use a little more magic to ease her a little bit.
Balor started murmuring in Gaelic, the words flowing like a melodic lullaby around the pair. Ophelia could feel herself melting into the mattress, the tension dissipating from her arms as they started slipping away from the demon. Her eyelids grew heavy, breathing steadying, and she looked up to see him one more time.
Taking her chin into his hand, he placed one gentle kiss upon her lips.
"Oíche mhaith, peataí." Balor whispered.
With those words, Ophelia felt herself slip into sleep. Long lashes falling upon her cheeks, arms slipping off of him and a faint smile gracing her lips: breathing in a dreamless sleep.
"'m sorry for this pet," the demon whispered. He exhaled, no longer able to resist the pull calling to him. "We will see ye again."
Balor trailed his fingers along Ophelia's cheeks, fading out of her room entirely when he reached her jawline.
The chirping birds outside her window were the first things she heard when she woke up that morning. The sunlight peeking through her eyelids coaxed them open, her shell pink walls illuminated with the morning light. The dull ache between her legs, the sticky little puddle on her bedsheets and the throbbing aches on both sides of her neck the only evidence of last night. Ophelia sighed as she sat up and stretched with a groan.
Another day and another morning where she awoke by herself.
She felt herself turn on her phone, letting it wake up as she walked to the bathroom. Cleaning up the remaining cream between her legs and brushing her tangled hair, Ophelia felt more like an automaton going through the motions of an early morning routine. Brushing her teeth came with a heavy cloak of loneliness over her shoulders as her mind played images from last night.
Just been so busy, my host hasn' had much time
Ophelia couldn't help but wonder if Finn felt so guilty about not speaking with her that he gave Balor permission to see her. Then again, I don't know much about how this demon stuff works out, she thought as she rinsed her mouth.
Walking out of the bathroom and shucking off her camisole, Ophelia turned to her phone to check for any new texts and notifications. Her belly dropped when she saw something from Instagram.
'finnbalor sent you a message'
Hands trembling, she opened up the app and clicked the speech bubble icon in the corner.
"Hey! I'm back in town for a couple of days. I was wondering if you'd like to meet me for a quick lunch."
Ophelia smiled.
Ye 'aven't been forgotten, I can assure ye.
Her fingers quivered as she typed out a reply.
"Absolutely! Should we meet at the stadium at noon? There's a bunch of places to choose from."
Tossing her phone onto the bed and with a spring in her step, Ophelia went over to her closet and pulled out the pink dress from their first meeting: short and flouncy, with a print of silvery butterflies on it. She pulled the garment over her body, twirling around with a happy giggle.
Her phone pinged once again from her bed.
Trotting back, she picked it up and saw Finn replied.
"Sure. That Korean place did catch my attention last time I was here."
Another reply quickly followed.
"By the way, is it true you got a dildo inspired by Balor?"
Ophelia facepalmed and groaned. Of course the demon somehow told Finn about that, of course!
She was still looking forward to talking to him either way.
So the idea of a sequel to "The Demon Hungers" sprang to my head a few days after that story was published online. But it was a bit difficult to figure out where to take it from the end. I'd left it ambiguous as to whether Finn and Ophelia would see each other again, but I wasn't opposed to it leading to more sex obviously.
The rough idea came after listening to "One More Night (My Rose)" by Gaelforce Audios on YouTube. Even though that focused on a vampire reuniting with the listener after centuries of separation one night (totally different entities!), it really did spark the ideas of dabbling in feelings of loneliness and a more tender encounter (well by Demon Finn standards). Hell a lot of Gael's audios helped get my juices flowing (hehe) in regard to intimacy. I doubt he may see this, but if you do Gael, thank you. (And please go check him out. He's fucking amazing)
Amy Grant's song "The Prodigal (I'll Be Waiting)" was also a bit of an influence on the mood of this piece.
Oíche mhaith, peataí: Good night, pet (taken from Google Translate. If this isn't accurate, please let me know)
Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Thank you for reading! *bows*
