A Demon's Pet

Loreal Himura watched the King and Queen wake up from a cage in the room’s corner where it had slept. The Queen had just arrived yesterday, and Elizabeth, the King, had been showing her a great deal of affection since they had just gotten married. Lorelai, the new queen, had been a little shocked when El introduced her to her pet, but only because she had never seen something like Loreal in person before. El made a clear statement that Lorelai came first, and Loreal reassured the concerned Queen that it had no issue with being treated as inferior because it already knew its place. Loreal was the King’s pet, and El reminded it often that one day she would have a Queen. Loreal was intersex and could not give El children, otherwise, it might have been the Queen itself. It enjoyed being spoiled while it was just the two of them, but Loreal slept soundly that night, knowing everything had been put in its proper place, including Loreal. Queen was too much responsibility. Loreal was much more content doing nothing except what the King told it to do.

El woke up first, rising with grace. Loreal watched her stretch, her arms long and beautiful, blond hair spilling wildly all over her body. The piercings on her nipples glittered, and she wiped away the sleep in her eyes with the sides of her hands, which were adorned with long, bedazzled nails. Loreal knew what it felt like to be scratched, grabbed, and clawed at by those nails and smiled to itself amidst a lustful memory. It sat up in its cage, the chain on its neck rattling, and waited patiently for its Master, who was speaking softly to the Queen as she awoke. Loreal felt a strong sense of longing hearing them kiss, but it knew it was next in line to be loved.

“You sleep as long as you need to,” El said to Lorelai. The Queen had been tired out from yesterday’s events. The Summoning, Wedding, and Coronation had all happened in succession, which had been a lot for someone who had been human just one day ago. “I’m going to take care of the dog. I’ll be back soon.”

Following another kiss, El left the bed. She slept naked, because it was her right, and Loreal couldn’t help but fall in love again every morning seeing that perfect hourglass figure and pierced cock it was extremely familiar with. El smiled at Loreal in her cage, and Loreal moved around in her cage excitedly. It had a muzzle on, it always did while it slept, but on the inside Loreal wanted to shout for joy or, more preferably, bark happily at her. El sat down on the floor in front of the cage and unlocked it. Her thighs looked strong and comfortable, and Loreal couldn’t wait to be on her lap. It tilted its head forward for El to unlock the collar and undo the muzzle. Loreal beamed at El when she released it from its restraints and barked like it had been waiting to do.

“Come here, happy,” El said, opening her arms. Loreal jumped into them, and El wrapped her in an embrace. El scratched Loreal’s head and looked down at her fondly. Loreal was five foot five, but she was rather petite and El stood much taller. It took great satisfaction in their size difference and loved to cuddle El in the mornings. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Is it me?” Loreal asked sweetly, nuzzling its head on El’s breast where her heart was, listening to it beat. Although Loreal did not identify as either male or female, it didn’t mind being called a girl by its Master. In fact, Loreal found it made it rather happy. Sometimes it used “they” or “she” as well, but Loreal was most content with being El’s literal object of affection.

“Well, it certainly isn’t me,” El said. The two of them giggled and El kissed Loreal on the forehead. She put an arm under Loreal’s legs and picked it up like Loreal had been her bride instead. “Okay, puppy, let’s get ready.”

El carried Loreal into another room, which she called the dressing room. The castle was large, so El liked to use every room for a purpose, and the dressing room was filled with clothing, makeup, shoes, and other accessories, just as you’d think it would be. El got dressed in white lace lingerie and a transparent slip dress, as well as her favorite fuzzy black slippers, and had Loreal sit patiently on the floor. The floor had very nice rugs, and Loreal was still naked, so it rolled around on them to feel the velvety texture on its skin.

“Okay, my bug on a rug. Let’s get you looking presentable,” El said, grabbing a hairbrush. Loreal kept rolling around and El stood over it with her hands on her hips, raising her brows. She waved the hairbrush around. “It’s brushing time, beautiful. Sit up, please.” Loreal grabbed El’s leg and bit it. It didn’t bite her hard, it was just trying to be playful.

“Aw, did we wake up in a bratty mood today?” El asked. Loreal looked up at her with a big smile. “Can we sit up for Master, please? I don’t want to ask you again, my love.”

Loreal chose the brat route and bit El’s leg again. El nodded, noting Loreal’s behavior, and reached down to grab its long black hair. No one had ever cut Loreal’s hair, just trimmed it, so there was a lot to grab. El took a hefty handful and forced Loreal into a sitting position by its hair. Loreal’s scalp cried in agony under El’s strong grip, but Loreal loved the pain. Its body broke into a feverish sweat and Loreal drew in a deep breath as El held it there. El tightened her grip just enough to force a tear from Loreal’s eye.

“If I let go of you, you’ll sit here patiently, right?” El asked, taking a much firmer tone.

“Yes, Master,” Loreal said.

“Promise me.”

“I promise I’ll behave.” El released Loreal’s hair. Loreal took a few deep breaths to recover from the moment, and El massaged its scalp. Loreal relaxed, glad for the relief. El kissed the top of Loreal’s head.

“Good girl,” El said. She sat down behind Loreal and brushed its pretty hair. It was routine every morning for Loreal to be prepped for the day by El. Loreal felt adored getting her hair brushed, and El made French braids on either side. The braids showed off Loreal’s bangs and its horns, which were small and came into sharp points just six inches from their base. Loreal let El dress it without a fuss in a small black tank top with matching shorts, big boots, and a chest harness with a matching collar. El placed the piercings of her choice on Loreal, who had many pierced parts of its face. El had done most of Loreal’s tattoos and piercings herself. It had the rest done at the shelter where Loreal had stayed while waiting to be adopted. As an adult, all Demons had the right to put themselves up for adoption, but only the best behaved could stay in the shelter overnight. Loreal’s chipper demeanor, good attitude, and playful disposition ticked all of El’s boxes for a pet, and she had even decreed royally that it was illegal to even think about adopting Loreal while she got her home ready to adopt it for certain.

Loreal loved being El’s little piece of art. It was her project, her pride, and always put proudly on display. El always chose the littlest clothes to show off Loreal’s marks, including all the scars and bruises El left from time to time. El’s demeanor was charming and inviting like she never meant to hurt anyone, but El had a mean streak, and taking it out on Loreal kept her aggression at mostly bay. The shelter had informed the Loreal of El’s request that her pet be willing and able to take a beating, and Loreal had been thrilled. It had grown up a strange child around many bullies, but always felt strangely comforted by aggressive attention, equating it to tough love. Lorelai wasn’t like that, though, and Loreal had seen how much more gentle El was with her. It made Loreal feel secure. It would always have a role in El’s life that Lorelai couldn’t replace. El told Loreal often that there was no better pet in Hell that she could have asked for, and Loreal loved her so much it knew it wouldn’t be able to take it if it were away from her. Loreal would rather die than be anywhere else that wasn’t by El’s side.

“Oh, my honey, you look so cute,” El said, admiring her work. Loreal giggled and spun around for its Master, who clapped for her pet.

“Master always picks the cutest outfits for me,” Loreal agreed. Pleased with the response, El took Loreal’s hands in hers and pulled it in for a kiss. El caressed Loreal’s waist, hips, and ass. They kissed passionately, tasting each other’s hot spit and the metal in their mouths. Loreal threw its arms around El’s neck to pull itself further into the kisses. Even in boots, Loreal stood on her tiptoes and El had to lean forward for their lips to meet.

“I love you,” El told her pet, who looked at her with adoration.

“I love you more,” Loreal said. El placed a hand beside Loreal’s face, and the lovely creature leaned into it, cherishing the feeling of skin on skin.

“Who’s ready for a walk?” El asked. Loreal bounced up and down eagerly.

“Me!” it shouted with glee, jumping into El’s arms. El smothered her pet in kisses and picked up Loreal, carrying her back to the bedroom where Lorelai was still sleeping peacefully.

“You can lie on the bed until I come back,” El said, putting Loreal back down. She spoke softly, so as not to wake Lorelai. “Don’t make too much noise and be on your best behavior. If you wake up my wife, there will be consequences.”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” Loreal said dreamily, with its hands behind its back.

“Perfect. I’ll be right back, my darling.” El blew Loreal a kiss and left.

Loreal eyed the bed, surveying the perimeter and watching Lorelai sleep. She was a beautiful woman, Loreal couldn’t deny that, and she seemed respectful when they met, even if Loreal’s very existence was a shock to her. El had said there had been no time to tell her beforehand, so Loreal was just glad Lorelai hadn’t reacted to it negatively. It crawled onto the bed softly, trying not to rouse her. It cuddled into the comforters and laid its head on a heart-shaped pillow because it was in love. Loreal didn’t get to sleep on the bed, so it made every moment it got to spend there special. It lay there idle and happy, lost in fantasies of being used for El’s pleasure on the soft sheets, but suddenly Lorelai woke up. She rolled over, expecting El, and gasped shortly when she saw Loreal.