DoomPet

Chapter 45 (TW: NSFW)

Crüe woke expecting the familiar annoying pain of his horns growing and the bright light of the sun through their bedroom window, but he got neither.

His horns were fully grown and the moon still hung in the sky, but it was nearly ready to be gulped up by the sun's rays.

A feeling of sheer joy rumbled through him, he rolled about the sheets, pillows, and blankets rubbing his new horns on everything. He almost sounded like he was purring.

It felt so good to not have a headache. He reached up and felt his horns. It felt so, so good to have his horns back and all full grown.

The ones on the side were relatively unchanged, just a few inches longer and a bit thicker. His side tines felt so wonderful and protective against the side of his head.

The main show was the horns on the top of his head, the main beam was so much thicker it was beginning to match his impressive height. They were skinny where they connected to his skull and abruptly got thicker then tapered to a sharp point. Halfway up his two horns, three inch long tines had adorned his horns. They curved upwards along with the main beam of his horns.

Rolling onto his back, he let out a loud sigh. He felt so handsome. Nearly borderline sinful levels of pride coursed through his veins. Of course he wasn't sure if it was sin or just a bunch of "feel good" hormones trying to convince him his horn growth didn't hurt. They were doing a fantastic job.

He rolled over again and accidentally smacked the Slayer in the face.

"Wha?" He jolted upright and looked over. "What happened?" A line of drool was running down the side of his face and he wiped it away.

Crüe gasped, "Oh I'm sorry! I was rolling over and I hit you. Are you ok?"

He yawned and laid back down nuzzling into the pillow, "Yeah I'm all good. Why were you rolling around?"

"Because I feel lovely right now." He rolled on his back with a big grin on his face.

"So your horns feel good?" The man propped up his chin on his hand and smiled at the demon. "They stopped growing?"

"Yes!" He rolled over to face the Slayer, "Can you see them?"

The room was only lit by small strips of moonlight, "I can't... could I feel them?"

"Of course." Crüe leaned his head forwards.

He took them in his hands, rubbing and touching them. Feeling up and down the sides and top, he could hear the demon mumbling. "They've grown so much. I'm sure you're happy."

"They feel so good when you touch them." He pushed his head farther into the man's touch.

"Like erotic?" The man blushed and his hands faltered.

"Kind of, but it mostly feels good, like a massage. I think just cause I haven't done anything since me and you laid together is why it feels so, so good." He leaned in and began kissing the man's neck and chest.

The Slayer cupped the back of the demon's head and laid back against his pillow, "You really haven't done anything since we... ?"

"Haven't had any time with the whole Icon thing. Of course... we have all the time in the world now."

The Slayer thought for a moment; then, pulled the demon in for a deep kiss, "I suppose we do. What should we do first?"

He straddled the Slayer and began making out with him, putting his whole body into each kiss he was bestowing upon the man.

The man reached up and grabbed his fresh horns, using them to control the demon's lust. He wanted to skip the teasing and get right to the meat of it. Reaching down he cupped the bulge in Crüe's pants.