RayEmma Assorted One-Shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

sickening days (1/3)

*Mild descriptions of NSFW are featured in this chapter. If you're uncomfortable with that, please click off.*

This was requested by @Avi-Gul-Gul !

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Ray didn't know why it happened.

It started with a tingly, lingering feeling of not feeling well.

He woke up at around six a.m., with Emma softly snoring beside him, disturbed as the feeling slowly started to develop inside him. He detached himself from Emma and went to the bathroom to check his temperature.

By the time he reached the bathroom door, the feeling started to feel like a burning mess. His skin was so, so hot—his teeth felt unusually sharp and spiky, and he had an unusual craving for food.

Trying to stay calm, he stumbled out to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He was preparing a simple cereal when the first flashback happened.

White blinded him as his eyes rolled up his head, unfurling a shaky vision in his mind. His hands scrambled for something to grip when his legs buckled, and before he realized it his body was flat on the floor.

The strange thing was that he was still conscious—at least in his mind.

Emma, he tried to call. Not a syllable left his mouth.

It was like his soul was ripped from his body, kept barely alive in an endlessly darkening abyss.

When the same white sensation came over him, he found that he was in a bedroom.

It wasn't a very grand bedroom. Just a small bed, with a quaint bathroom at the end of the wall, and a wooden door that looked fairly solid.

Definitely not a rich man's bedroom, he noted.

Two figures were on the bed, one person hovering over another. They were enclosed with bedsheets, blocking Ray from seeing what was happening, but, due to Ray's position in the room, was close enough to hear them.

"Take off your skirts."

"Ranger, do you really want to do this?"

The demon growled. "Don't you want to be a mother?"

"Yes, but..." the girl trailed off. "I didn't think we needed to do, uh, this."

That voice, Ray thought. It sounded higher pitched, probably due to the girl being younger. But... I swore that was my mother speaking.

"Ack," the girl squealed as the demon leaned down towards her shoulder, baring his teeth.

"Shut up, human." The demon spat.

Ray saw his tongue glaze over a particular spot near her collarbone, like he was testing her. As he did so, his thigh pressed the area between the Isabella's legs.

"I just thought, Ranger."

"You thought what, human?"

"You're a demon. I wonder what our child would look like," Isabella said dreamily. "A half-demon baby boy. How nice that would be."

"Less speaking, more action," Ranger hissed.

"Right." Isabella mumbled.

Ray grimaced as he braced himself for the next part.

Before he had to witness what would happen after, the white came back, bringing with it an intense pain that rocked the skull of Ray's head.