The Demon King of Lust

Chapter 18

I've never been particularly shy about sex or anything, but having my sexual fantasies played out in front of the guy they're about? It's too much, even for me. My cheeks are burning and my every instinct tells me to just jump off the roof to avoid the embarrassment.

"What the hell, man!" I curse, trying to let the anger override that dying-inside feeling. "I don't care if you're the king or whatever—you can't just go around dropping in on someone's private dreams!"

"My bad," he says, covering his mouth with his hand and keeping his eyes to the ground as he chuckles. "I thought you were in danger!"

"Wh- I... You... I'm fine, okay?"

"Yeah, I can see that." He fights a smirk as his eyes scan up and down my body before flicking over to his dream doppelgänger—horns and all. His eyes widen and a satisfied grin stretches across his face. "Does somebody have a demon fetish?"

I pinch my lips shut, in part because I have no good response.

"Big time," his doppelgänger says.

"Hey!" I interject. "Nobody asked you, okay?"

"Technically, I'm just a manifestation of your desires."

"Go away!" I shout. The doppelgänger disappears in a puff of smoke.

Kieran snickers and I give him a stern glare.

"This isn't funny," I say. "Just because I had one little mildly sexual dream about you, it doesn't mean you're hot shit, okay? I once had a sex dream about Shaggy from Scooby Doo, so the bar is not that high."

I'm not sure if saying that made me more embarrassed or less.

"Mildly sexual? Looked like you were getting quite the tongue lashing i-"

"Okay—I get it!"

Kieran chokes down a laugh and waves an arm in a big, arching gesture. The scene shifts from the rooftop to my dimly lit bedroom.

"Shaggy, huh?" he asks, biting his lip as if he's struggling to hold something back.

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Whatever you're going to say, just say it."

"Did you nibble on his Scooby Snack?" he asks, bursting into laughter and folding over himself.

"There. You done?"

"Oh, I've got more. Did you do it doggy-style? Did you give his mystery machine a test drive?"

I raise an eyebrow and rest a hand on my hip as he cracks himself up.

"At least one of us thinks you're funny," I say, walking over to my bed and sitting down.

"Me? I'm alright. But you shagging Shaggy is fucking hilarious."

I cross my arms and huff. I'm trying not to take it personally, but his teasing is starting to get to me. I don't like feeling so vulnerable with him.

"Hey," he says in a softer voice, kneeling beside the bed. "Are you upset with me? I really didn't mean anything by it. I'm just joking. Sometimes I don't realize when I take it too far."

"It's fine."

He rests a hand on my knee and looks me in the eye.

"Was it the Shaggy jokes? Because I promise I'm not judging. Sure, he's not really my type, but I'd fuck Velma in a hot minute. Or Fred. Or both at once."

I giggle and shake my head.

"No love for Daphne, huh?"

"Nah, she's boring as hell. I've only got eyes for one redhead, anyway." He rubs my knee with his thumb.