Chapter 27

Mac was surprised to find himself enjoying dinner with Thomas’ parents. They seemed very nice and had welcomed him to the family when Viv introduced him as her boyfriend. He hadn’t been able to stop the grin on his face when she said that.

“How did you two meet?” Beth, Thomas’ mom, asked.

“Through D,” Viv answered. “Mac came over to see him at the apartment one day and we met there. We were just friends at first, but then decided to see how we did at dating.”

Mac was both surprised and grateful at her answer. He had no idea what to say and hers was almost the truth. With a few bits and pieces of him being a stubborn ass left out.

“Oh, that’s nice. I think being friends with your partner is the best thing to keep a relationship healthy. It means you can hang out and do things together besides just nookie. I mean one day you’ll be old, or even just have a cold and not feel like it, and you still need to be able to relate to each other. I’m so glad both my kids have found someone they can both be friends with and have a sexual relationship with,” his mom replied.

“Mom!” Thomas shouted, his face red.

Mac didn’t dare look at D or he had a feeling they would both lose it and start laughing. Viv’s face was just as red as Thomas’.

“That’s a good point, dear,” Thomas’ dad said.

Mac bit his lip hard when he heard a snort escape D.

“I’ll be right back, gotta run to the bathroom,” D said, his voice strangled.

“Traitor,” Thomas whispered low.

“Would you like more to drink?” Viv asked, trying to change the subject. She loved his parents, she really did, but sometimes they didn’t have much of a filter. Of course, it all came from a place of love, so she would deal with the occasional embarrassment gladly. It was much better than her own parents’ standoffishness.

Mac jumped up to help her grab the wine bottles and refill the water pitcher. “Are they always this much fun?” he leaned down and whispered to her.

Viv nodded. “Yup. All the time. Hearing the stories that came out of parent-teacher conferences was always the best part of the school year. My favorite was when his mom asked why they weren’t teaching safe anal sex. They were teaching safe sex for hetero couples, and she thought it only fair that they taught both types. Afterall, not only gay men enjoyed anal. The teacher couldn’t look Thomas in the eye for at least a week! They did add it to the curriculum though. Thomas wasn’t the only non-straight kid there. There were other gay and bi kids. They even added safe sex practices for female couples. There were one or two parents who caused an upset but I heard they shut up pretty quickly after his mom spoke up at a parent night. I have no idea what she said, but I would have loved to have been there.”

“They sound amazing,” Mac admitted. He was glad he had this chance to know them. He was a little sad to realize that they would be gone one day. Granted they could have another thirty years or so left, but one day they wouldn’t be here. He resolved to get to know them better; they were like Viv’s other set of parents after all.

“They really are. They’re great parents,” Viv replied.

They carried the bottles back to the table, sitting down. D came back, seemingly composed now. Mac couldn’t blame him, he had almost burst out laughing as well. The rest of dinner went pretty smoothly. Mac tried his best to eat his weight in mac and cheese. It was delicious, big curly type of noodles, lots of gooey cheese, a sprinkle of breadcrumbs made crunchy in the oven. He needed to see if Viv knew how to make this. He would gladly eat this every day. It was that delightful.

D made another pot of coffee, pulling out the pumpkin pie and whipped cream for dessert. Mac helped clean up the table and put the few leftovers away. They ended up sitting in the living room for dessert. Thomas’ parents sat on one couch, Thomas sat in D’s lap in the recliner, and he and Viv sat on the other couch. He thought they needed one more chair to even out the seating. That way no one had to sit on each other’s lap, although D and Thomas didn’t seem to mind. Mac grabbed his phone to send a quick text to his uncle to see where he had gotten the chair. He wanted them to match.

As he ate the pumpkin pie, he wondered why it was only served at Thanksgiving time. It was a nice pie and the whipped cream on top made it even better. Was it because fall was when the pumpkins were harvested? But there was canned pumpkin available at the store all year long. Maybe it was one of those ‘it’s tradition’ mysteries.

They hung out after dessert, playing a few board games. Thomas’ parents shared a few stories of Viv and Thomas when they were younger. Mac enjoyed himself thoroughly. He really should have given humans another chance before this, he thought to himself.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he told Viv as he helped load the dishwasher after the parents had left. “I had fun.”

“I’m glad. It’s hard not to have fun near them,” she said.

“I’m off to bed,” Thomas said, coming over to give Viv a kiss on the cheek. “It was delicious as always. Thanks, honey. D is taking out the garbage and then we’re done for the night,” he said with a wink.

Uh huh. She knew that meant to stay away from their side of the house. “Sleep tight,” she teased as D came back in and he and Thomas said goodnight and walked down to their room.

“I somehow don’t think they’re going to sleep,” Mac said dryly.

“No, I don’t think so either,” Viv responded.

Mac wasn’t sure how to ask her to stay up with him a bit longer. It had been a long day and he didn’t want her to miss out on her sleep, but he did want to spend some alone time with her. “Would you want to turn on the fireplace and relax on the couch with me?” he asked. They had a gas fireplace, so it would be easy enough to turn off when they wanted to go to bed, no waiting for the embers to burn down.

“Let me run and get changed. I want in comfy clothes. I’ll be right back,” Viv said.

Mac took the opportunity to run to his room to change into sweatpants. He had eaten enough to be almost uncomfortably full. He was bending down to turn on the fireplace when he felt a light smack to his butt. He spun around, seeing Viv laughing at him.

“I mean…you stuck it out there,” she said, laughing.

“Uh huh,” Mac said, shaking his head at her in mock disappointment.

Viv climbed onto the couch, sitting cross-legged. Mac turned the fire on, adjusting the flames a bit before sitting down on the couch. He placed one of the decorative pillows against his side and grabbed a blanket. “Come here,” he said, patting the pillow. Viv moved to lie down, resting her head on the pillow. As soon as she was settled, he threw the blanket over her. “Comfy enough?” he asked, not wanting her to be in a painful position.

“I am. This is nice,” Viv said, burrowing her head into the pillow.

Mac let his hand brush over her hair, running his hands through it, gently massaging her scalp. Viv made a low moaning sound, causing his dick to twitch. “That feels good,” she said.

“I’m glad,” he replied. Watching the flames helped distract him from the occasional moans and sounds of pleasure coming from his lap region.

“Did you have a good first Thanksgiving?” Viv asked, hoping he at least had some fun.

“I did. We’ll have to see if they want to come again next year. I was thinking we should get another chair, or even a loveseat, for in here. Then if we have three couples, there’s room for everyone to sit. Not that Thomas or D seemed to mind sharing a seat,” he said.

Viv flipped on her back, looking up into his face. “I’m glad. I think the extra seating is a good idea. Do you think your uncle would ever come to visit?” she asked.

“Maybe? Work keeps him in Netherworld quite a bit. I can’t even remember the last time he left. Could be why he hasn’t found his mate yet,” he said, trying to remember the last time his uncle left their home world. It might have been when he had collected his parents’ bodies. Maybe he was having some issues to work through with humans as well. It’s not like he ever saw the best of them in his line of work. His uncle saw even more of the depravity and evil that existed than he did.

“Will I be able to meet him when we are mated? I can go there safely if we’re mated, right? I think that’s what D said when he took Thomas,” Viv said.

“Yup. Once we’re fully mated, you’ll be safe to go. You’ll have an immunity of sorts to the things that could drive a human mad if they had just wandered in. Not that you can really wander in, but you know what I mean. I would love to show you around. My house isn’t much, but it’s nice enough for when we go visit. It’s close to my uncle’s as well.”

“What do demons do when they mate? Not the sex part,” she hurried to add, “but do you have a ceremony like a wedding or anything?” She hadn’t heard Thomas talk much about it, although they were engaged.

“Not so much. There’s a vow you exchange during sex to accept each other as mates, but it’s a private thing. Some demons who are mated to other nonhumans or humans, usually do whatever is common for their mate’s culture. I would love to marry you,” he said softly.

“How would that work? Do you even have a birth certificate, or anything like that?” Viv asked.

“Magic or really good hackers,” Mac pointed out. “If you wanted to get married, I would make it happen.”

“I think I would like that,” she said quietly. “It could be small, just us and Thomas and D. Maybe your uncle and Thomas’ parents.”

“That sounds nice,” Mac replied. He wondered if Thomas and D would be interested in a double ceremony. He couldn’t imagine why they were waiting to get married. Maybe it was a human custom he didn’t understand?

Viv sat up, looking him in the eyes. “I’m not ready for more yet, but how do you feel about kissing for a while? A make-out session.”

Mac’s breath caught. He didn’t think she would have made a move tonight, but he was more than willing to see how soft her lips were. “I’d love to,” he said, his voice raspy with sudden need.

Viv stood, moving to straddle his body and sat on his lap, a leg on either side of his. She leaned in, his head moving to meet her. His tongue darted out, licking his lips before they covered hers. He kept the pressure gentle, letting her set the pace. Her hands came up, cupping his face, pulling him in closer. Viv parted her lips, letting his tongue slide into her mouth. His tongue swirled around hers, his body heat almost burning. She squirmed slightly in his lap, adjusting her position and letting her body relax into his. Oh boy, she thought as she ran into evidence of his pleasure. He was hard, she could feel the heat of his erection through his sweatpants. His length felt long and thick and she moaned a little as she rubbed against him. She had thought her dry-humping days were behind her, but making out on the couch made her feel like a teenager again. Viv forced her hips to stop, not wanting to give Mac the wrong idea. Kissing was all she was ready for tonight. Mac’s hand grabbed her ass, pulling her in closer, his shaft resting against her mons. She couldn’t wait for the day she would feel that inside her, she thought. Her hands found their way into his hair, those dark strands silky smooth. She clenched his head, keeping his face against hers, her teeth biting into his lips. She felt pin pricks on her cheeks and realized his hands had shifted into their demon form. She pulled her head back a bit.

Mac’s eyes opened, the dark vastness lit by small flames, his demon side poking out. He drew a deep breath. “I can smell you,” he rumbled. His voice was so rough and deep like this, her pussy clenched in anticipation. “I think we need to stop for tonight,” he said, regret in his voice. Viv nodded, giving him one last tame kiss before climbing off. God, she could feel how wet her underwear was just from kissing him.

“Night,” she said before she hurried to her room, her body horny and aching. She dove for her bed and her side drawer, pulling out her trusty dildo. It wasn’t too long, about five inches, but it had these lovely nubs where the balls would be, and they felt amazing against her clit. She ripped off her pants, sliding a hand down to her lips, finding them puffy and wet, she moaned lightly as she glanced over her clit. She slid the dildo between her folds, teasing herself, letting the nubs rub against her clit, no penetration yet, she gasped as she rubbed a little harder, feeling a gush of liquid between her legs.

A groan sounded from the doorway, the door she had forgotten to shut.

“Don’t stop, love. I’ll stay here. Let me see what you like. Gods, you’re beautiful, you smell so good,” Mac rasped. His cock straining against his pants, his hand pressed against it.

“I want to see too,” she said, licking her lips. She felt daring as she spread her legs, placing her feet on the bed, letting Mac see her vagina, how she shaved herself smooth, her lips were engorged, her arousal dripping from her.

She whimpered as he drew out his cock. It was uncut, which she would have expected with how old he was. Although she didn’t know much about demon anatomy either. His balls hung heavy beneath his shaft. His penis though, that was what drew her eyes. It was thick, it looked like she might not be able to close her hand around him, he was long, about eight or nine inches, the tip dark red, dripping with precum. He had a Prince Albert piercing, she realized in shock.

“Fuck yourself, love. Let me see,” he ordered.

Viv kept her eyes on him as she slid the cockhead over her clit, rubbing it in circles, ramping her arousal up. “Mac,” she gasped as pleasure shot through her.

“Yes, love. Like that,” Mac groaned, his hand wrapping around his dick, slowly stroking it up and down. “Slide it in and match me,” he said, his voice dropping another octave, his demon coming out a little more, his dick gaining another inch in length and girth. Oh gods, how would he fit in this form, she wondered. His skin darkened, making him look tan, the flames growing in his eyes, his hands sporting wicked-looking sharp black claws where his nails were. She could see his tail lashing behind him like a cat.

“Eyes on my dick, love,” he reminded her.

She slid the dildo into her channel, wishing it was the kind that heated. She could imagine it was his dick then. Her other hand found her clit, her middle finger pressing against it, rubbing in circles. As his hand slowly sped up, she tried to match his pace. She felt the cock slide against her walls, rubbing in all the right ways, the veins providing extra stimulation. She pulled it almost all the way out, letting just the tip rest in her entrance, keeping her spread as she rubbed the nubs over her clit, causing a riot of sensations to rush through her body.

“That’s it. Beautiful. You look amazing taking your pleasure. One day, I’m going to be between those thighs. I’m going to feast on you, keep you begging for hours until I finally slide my dick into your cunt. Do you think you can take me? I bet you can,” he grunted as he sped up again, his hand twisting around the head of his shaft.

She looked closer as the foreskin drew away, watching as the silver barbell popped through his fingers. She wondered what that would feel like inside her. She tilted her hips, crying out as the dildo found her spot.

“Faster, love. Almost there,” Mac said, his voice strained.

Viv tore her eyes back to his face, seeing the tension there, his forehead glistening with his efforts. She followed a bead of sweat down his neck, down his chest, down the six-pack until it disappeared into the wiry curls at his pelvis. The veins were more prominent in his shaft now, the precum leaking steadily. She watched his hand, mesmerized by the flashes of the silver, her finger pressing hard on her clit and she gave one last hard thrust of her dildo.

“Mac!” she cried out as her orgasm rushed through her. She watched as cum shot through his fingers, his orgasm seconds behind hers.

Mac leaned against the doorframe, panting softly. “Thank you, love. You were beautiful,” he said before pulling up his pants. “Sleep tight,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Viv pulled the dildo out of her body. Did that really just happen?