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He grunted in her ear, the force of his hips gradually pulling her down until she was fully laying on her stomach. Her hands grabbed a fistful of his fur, pulling at it with every movement.

He roared loudly and emptied his seed inside her. When he pushed his knot into her, the human cried out and squirted around his cock, wetting his fur and the carpet.

He stood over her, breathing heavily against her ear, trying to calm down despite the feeling of her pussy still clenching around him. Very slowly, his mind cleared and his knot gradually decreased. When he finally slipped out, all of his come—mixed with her cream and juices—gushed out of her pussy.

He leaned back and watched her carefully. She was still catching her breath and her eyes were closed, but there was a small, pleased smile on her lips. He noticed scratches on her thighs, not deep enough to draw blood but still noticeable. He hadn’t realized he was gripping her so tightly, and his mouth tasted sour from the realization.

Grunting, he stood up and headed to the bathroom. He took a towel and dipped it into hot water, then walked back into the living room. Quickly discarding the ribbon, he freed her and laid her on her back. She watched him with half-lidded eyes as he carefully cleaned her chest, then between her legs, without saying a word.

He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up bridal style, and he momentarily moved her to the couch. He took the dirty carpet and dropped it into the bathroom with the used towel, making a mental note to clean that later. In the living room, he grabbed some new furs and set them on the floor, then picked up the human again and placed her back on the floor in front of the fire.

The human… his human.

Naomi.

Satisfied by the release and feeling more relaxed, the white noise clouding his mind began fading.

He laid next to her, and she scooted closer to him, putting her head on his soft chest as he pulled another fur over her naked body.

“I missed you, Kilean,” she whispered.

The mention of the name had him stiffening for a moment, clarity slowly spreading in his mind. She was the one that chose it for him, and she was the only one that ever used it. He had almost forgotten he had one now—until he met her again and she reminded him how to feel like a real person again.

Nowadays, it was harder to remember who he was whenever he was in Hell—what he was, other than a mindless demon. Maybe it was his age catching up to him, maybe it was the stress of the endless work and trials he was still undertaking, or maybe he was getting too used to her presence—even though it was so scarce—that whenever he went back to being a nameless krampus, the humane part of his brain would shut off as a coping mechanism.

Naomi was his anchor. She pulled him back into his own mind whenever they met again, giving his beast side a break.

“Was I too rough?” Kilean asked, almost embarrassed.

He brushed a hand against her leg, feeling the presence of the scratches even though they were covered by the blanket. Despite the fact that they had previously planned that roleplay encounter—like many others in the past—he always worried that he might have gotten carried away.

“I tell you every time, you can be rougher with me,” Naomi answered. She dipped her fingers in his grizzled fur, the corner of her lips tugging upwards. “I still liked it, though. Very much.”

He leaned down to brush his face against her hair, taking in her scent, forcing his brain to catalog everything about her so he could hold onto those memories whenever he felt lonely. He was lucky he got to have her like this at all, but he couldn’t help being greedy, when a woman this beautiful and kind showed him how good life could be.

After all these years, his ascension process still wasn’t over. As the Nightmare had told him back then, the higher-ups didn’t like the idea of a low demon like him getting more power and freedom. But he had something to fight for, so he hadn’t given up despite the hardship. He would get to the end of this, one way or another. Even if he had to forget who he was from time to time.

“I have something for you,” he said.

With a gesture of his hand, he materialized the Christmas decoration and handed it to her. This year, he made a wooden replica of the chalet. With all the practice from making her decorations over the years, he challenged himself with a more complicated project. It was a little crooked, but looked good enough to show the clear similarity to the real chalet.

“Oh my God, this is our house!”

Our house.

Almost choking on his words he said, “Yes, it is.”

“They keep getting better and better,” Naomi said, smiling brightly at the decoration. She put it on the couch. “I’m too comfortable here, so I’ll put it there for now. That way I don’t accidentally roll onto it and break it.”

She kissed his cheek as a thank you, then wrapped her arms around him, cuddling against him once more.

“How have you been?” he asked, curious.

“I’ve been okay. I got a promotion at work, and that was fine at first, but I tried too hard and got burnt out quickly,” she explained, sighing. “It was a rough few months but I think I know how to balance it now.”

She played with the fur of his chest. “Actually, I’m thinking of quitting soon.”

“You are?”