forum “How did you get here?” “You called for me” (OxO, Mature mlm demon thing, CLOSED)

Started October 10, 2023 by @Desvelarse pets

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Your character makes the decision to try and summon an incubus using a spell found online. To their surprise, it works, and now they are stuck with a demon that just won’t leave them alone.

aka: I have an incubus character I’ve redeveloped recently that I really want to use! Due to the nature of my character, there will be lots of nsfw things that will be taken to the PMs, so keep that in mind.

Info/Rules

• Rated Mature for nsfw/smutty things, possible violence, and more
• Please be literate, no super short replies
• Hate the character, not the writer
• I reserve the right to deny doing this with someone

Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender/pronouns:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Attire:
Personality:
Background:
Other:

My Character
Name: Voxyd Pollux

Age: 23 human years

Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance: loosely based off of https://pin.it/7EBpRKb ) Vox’s skin is a fair complexion, having little freckles scattered throughout. His hair is a fiery red and wavy in texture, the length reaching just above his shoulders. He tends to keep it pinned up and out of his face, styled in a professional sort of way. His eyes are a deep golden color. He stands at 6’0 and has a slender, but toned, body structure with toned muscle mass and a slender waist. He has a black and slim devils style tail that he tends to hide under his pants if out in public. Other identifiable marks include a branded scar representing the mark of Anael (the demon of lust, https://i.pinimg.com/550x/78/82/c4/7882c43363578b2507facb24ec8ccf24.jpg ) on his upper left shoulder blade and a marking (resembling a tattoo, https://pin.it/3dDXbOX ) on his abdomen/womb area.

Attire: He tends to wear professional, all black clothing. That consists of a black button down, black slacks, and black dress shoes. When sleeping with someone else, he will either wear that, or something more risqué depending on his partner’s preference.

Personality: Vox tends to be more on the extroverted side. He doesn’t go out of his way to talk to people unless they are the ones to summon him. He is restless, enjoying jumping from person to person or place to place. Loyalty is something to be earned, not given, by Vox. He tends to think those around him only want him for sex due to the nature of his species. In public he is very observant of his surroundings and careful not to expose himself to those he doesn’t wish to. In private, with friends, he is chatty and witty. With lovers/‘clientele’, he is charming and smooth. He can be either dominant or submissive with his partners, adapting to their needs. He mostly finds himself being most comfortable in the ‘bottom’ position, but still holding some dominance in the situation.

Background: Vox has the similar upbringing of every other incubus and succubus. Incubus feed off of the pleasure of others around them, and growing up he would feed off of happy emotions and celebrations. Once maturity hit, it was made clear that while those things could suffice short term, long term, sexual pleasure was needed as a larger source of nutrients. When not being summoned by people, he will use his natural pheromones to lure people in so he is able to feed. The pheromones he secretes cause individuals to grow uncomfortably hot and interested in any sort of interaction with him, growing more pliable and susceptible to manipulation.

Other: Goes by Vox for short. Owns a three year old white Persian cat named Lilith. Has an apartment flat that he stays in when he is in the human world that has a very dark victorian style.

Name: Oliver "Ollie" Jones
Age: Twenty-one
Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Bisexual but male preference. He's a switch when it comes to bedroom preferences.
Appearance: Ollie is about 5'10, rather average and even taller than some of his neighbors, until he moved for college that was. He's got shaggy ash-brown hair that sits as a curly mess on top of his head. He isn't always the best at taking care of it. Curly hair is hard to maintain and he doesn't have the patience to put up with it. He has a debate at least once day about buzzing it off just to be rid of it. The only thing keeping him from it is the fact he would look ugly without his hair. His eyes are a warm amber color, something neither of his parents knew where it came from. If he didn't look so much like his father, he would say the milkman. His body is lean, though somewhat athletic. He tries to be a regular gym goer but school got in the way at times. But he could be considered physically fit and healthy and that's all that matters to him. He has a scar on his lip from an aggressive encounter with a cat. He's despised the creatures ever since.
Attire: Oliver's attire consists of sweats and clothing so baggy he looks like he's homeless. Or semi-decent clothing consisting of clean jeans and a respectable shirt. There really was no in-between. But he was in college. In his last year of college as well. He was able to graduate early due to the overload of classes he took and summer semesters. All while somehow working thirty-five hours a week to maintain a living. He was afforded to look a little rough now and then. Especially with his late nights. Bartending might kill his sleep but it sure did make money.
Personality: Ollie would consider himself an introvert and a nerd. With his friends, he was loud and outgoing and all-around fun to be with. Outside of his friends, he tends to stick to himself. He won't speak up unless spoken to. He would rather observe than participate. Sometimes he can come off as rude or standoffish. The truth of it is, he just doesn't know how to talk to anyone. The only reason he had the friends he did now was because of living in the dorms freshman year. He got lucky and met his best friends, whom he now lives with in an apartment off campus. He enjoys a good book, fiction rather than educational. He and his friends make time for a DnD session once a week, sacrificing once again, much-needed sleep. But he would rather have these experiences than give it up for sleep. He could sleep all he wanted once he graduated and had a job.
Background: Oliver grew up in a small town. Well, smaller town. Not a "everyone knew everyone" kind of place. But a "we know almost everything". There was hardly anything to ever do. He would often sneak out just to go sit in a field miles from town to get away. He grew up with two loving parents and was their only child. It was a bit of an adjustment moving to college and suddenly having to share a space with someone. He had more than enough arguments about it because he didn't know any better. And as soon as he turned eighteen and graduated high school, he moved out and went to college. He was majoring in history with a teacher's certificate. Interestingly enough for an introverted person, he had always enjoyed teaching others. A bit of a contradiction there but it had always felt different when he was in front of the class giving a presentation over a project or something. And history had always been a fascinating subject for him.
Other: He is a pagan witch. And has a bad habit of dabbling in other people's spell work. And it never does go quite his way.

Oliver wouldn't call himself a follower, only that he kind of was. His roommate was the reason he did as much as he did. His roommate introduced him to the world of DnD. Not that he wasn't already a nerd before then, he just had no idea what DnD was. He now wished that he had known about it so much sooner so he could have been playing so much sooner. He was even getting to the point he was almost confident enough to be a dungeon master. Almost there. His roommate was also the reason he had gotten into paganism.

Ollie had never been a religious person. In his home town, everyone was some sort of Christian. His mother and father were His neighbors. His students. He had been dragged to church every Sunday and even some Wednesdays, but nothing had ever resonated with him. It wasn't that he didn't believe in a higher power, it was just that he didn't necessarily believe in this specific God. So when his roommate performed a ritual on the first night of their living together, it was safe to safe that Ollie had been thoroughly freaked out and intrigued. Over the course of the next few years of their friendship, his roommate had introduced him and taught him about paganism and being a witch.

He found he quite liked it. He did money spells every week to help him bring in more money at work. He put sigils on his windows and on the front door. He smoked cleansed the apartment at least once a week to expel the bad energy. He even dabbled in tarot readings and he had just begun to learn how to read runes. It was safe to say he knew his fair share. the only problem was, he had a habit of taking spells off the internet and trying them. They had backfired on him more than once, and usually because of his lack of research and knowledge. His roommate had even gotten onto him a few times because of it. But it seemed he never learned.

Because here Oliver was, setting for a spell that he had seen on the internet to bring him luck. He had written down the incantation. It was in latin, possibly. Did he do a simple google translate to translate the words into English? No he did not. Why? Well, perhaps he liked living on the edge. or perhaps he thought that people would be honest about the spells they were putting online. Whatever it was, he hadn't fact-checked himself.

He had white candles placed north, south, east, and west. He had his circle of salt laid out around him, and his vacuum on standby to clean up said salt after he was done. He had his crystals placed in a bowl in front of him, citrine, carnelian, and smoky quartz were all he had on him. He was balling on a budget, being a college student and all. It was a new moon tonight, as the spell required. All he had to do was wait for the clock to strike midnight. When the clock hit, he slit the palm of his hand, letting the blood fall into the bowl that held his crystals. Then he spoke his incantation:

Veni ad me nocte lunae absentis;
Cum horologium duodecim ferit, et velum tenuissimum.
Te voco, Voxyd Pollux;
Meus eris donec necessitates meae.
Veni ad me, veni nunc ad me.

However, what happened next was not what he was expecting. Not at all.

Vox was going through what humans would call a ‘dry spell’. It had been approximately two weeks since he had slept with a human and fed properly. While it was partially on account of his own laziness, people just didn’t summon demons like they used to. Back in medieval times, demons would get summoned on the daily to fulfill various urges ranging from lust to wanting a bountiful harvest in the spring.

These days, humans didn’t seem to have much of a need for making pacts with demons. They wanted a more bountiful harvest? There were now plenty of modern technologies to ensure that. They wanted wealth? Gambling had really become popular. They wanted to satisfy their lust? Dating apps for quick hookups took care of that.

It was a bit sad to see demons fade in to a smaller obscurity. Vox knew plenty of incubus and succubi who have starved in recent years because of that. He was bound to become one of them eventually if he didn’t get off of his ass and do something about it. Using his pheromones on random humans out in public took a lot out of him, and the pleasure didn’t quite taste as good that way. They had to want him all on their own for it to really be delicious and filling.

Vox had been relaxing in his flat with his cat when a deep rumble sounded. He jerked up to a sitting position in bed when he realized what was happening. Someone was summoning him. His stomach growled in anticipation as he jumped to his feet, hurriedly preparing himself a bit. He brushed his hair back and tied it off into a half up-half down style and smoothed out his black button down. This was what he had been waiting weeks for. He would finally get fed.

Once the incantation was finished, there was a rumble and a small flash of light, paired with a ‘swooshing’ sort of sound. Vox found himself in a fairly normal bedroom. He was sprawled out on the bed, and he rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up by his elbows. In front of him was a younger man, looking to be around his age. At least he got someone attractive this time, he thought. His golden eyes dragged slowly up and down the male’s figure, a sly, toothy grin forming on his lips.

“Well hey there,” he said, a slight purr in his tone as he spoke. “I promise you won’t regret calling me here.”

(Well hello there XD)

Oliver didn't know what he had expected. Actually, he hadn't expected anything to happen. Performing spells and magic wasn't like the movies. There wasn't a big boom, an array if lights, and something wonderful and magical (or terrifying) happening that second. True magic took time. Sometimes it was three days. Sometimes three weeks. And sometimes even three months. It was much more subtle. Paganism and witchcraft was all about harnessing the energy around you and manipulating it. The instruments around you were only to help funnel your energy and guide you. Almost like an extension of yourself.

So when there was a flash of light and all of a sudden a man on his bed, it was safe to say Ollie was thoroughly freaked out. This had been a good luck spell. Not a summoning spell. And certainly not summoning someone. Who the actual fuck was this? And why was he in his bedroom? On his bed of all places! He suddenly felt very self conscious that he had to washed his sheets nearly as much as he was supposed too. He could barely wash his clothes, let alone anything else. He rarely had time for anything other than work and school.

His bedroom at least wasn't embarrassing. It was a little dull. He hadn't had much to decorate it with. And it was small. He had taken the smallest room in the apartment if only it meant he had to pay less money to live there. Not by much but still a little less. His bedroom consisted of a queen-sized bed he had taken from home, a tiny desk he had found on Facebook market, and stacks if books on the ground because he didn't have a bookshelf. He had a whiteboard calender hung on the wall by his desk and that was it of his decorations. His calender, by the way, had something written on it for every day. Just to show how busy his schedule actually was.

"Who the fuck are you?" Oliver asked, his voice raising to a picth he was embarrassed he was even able to make. That hands been his intention but when a strange man materialized out of nowhere, it was kind of hard to not freak out.

He almost debated going and waking his pagan witch roommate, to see just what the fuck he had done and how to get out of it. Banishing spells, banishing spells. Why couldn't he remember any? He doubted a simple smoke cleansing would work, seeing as his insence didn't seem to affect thus man at all. He was still in his salt circle, perhaps he was safe here and this man, demon, whatever wouldn't be able to cross over it.

(Hi hi LMAO i just got off work)

Vox was just as confused as the man was. Was this a game the man wanted to play? Did he want it to be unexpected or something? He sat up and got to his feet, stepping a bit closer. He looked down, eyeing the circle of salt on the ground. He wouldn’t be able to cross over it. His gaze shifted back to the man and he tilted his head a bit. “Playing hard to get, hm? That’s ok, sounds like fun,” he mused, deciding he’d sit back down at the end of the bed. He leaned back on his elbows, legs spreading a bit subconsciously.

The emotions that rested in the air around them were not positive ones. There was nothing Vox could even begin to feed off of. He didn’t enjoy this part of the game. It wasn’t fun for him at all, and his stomach ached as it rumbled.

“I’m Voxyd Pollux- you asked for me by name,” he answered, one eyebrow raising in question. He reached down, lifting up the front of his shirt as he stretched out, showing the mark on his abdomen. It glowed softly, almost seeming to pulse with the faint light. “You called for an incubus, so here I am to play.”

Vox pursed his lips together, dropping his shirt. “Don’t tell me this was some sort of prank,” he said with a scoff. Whether it was or not, he was desperate and hungry enough to let his pheromones flow lightly. It was just enough to be a temptation, not a full and demanding feeling. He exhaled sharply, giving the man in front of him a siren eyed look as he patted the blankets beside him. “Are you shy? You don’t need to be scared, darling, come over here. I won’t bite, unless you’re into that.”

(OOF been there. Thankfully I work a morning job now)

Ollie was most definitely not playing hard to get. In fact, he hadn't a clue to what was going on. Or why there was a man standing in his room. Or how said man had even gotten there. Because he certianly hadn't used any of the windows or doors. Where had he come from. His little college boy brain just couldnt wrap his head around this whole thing. The only that seemed to come of it was that he hadn't crossed the salt circle. So he was a demon. That was the only explanation for that. But how the hell had a luck spell turned into summoning a demon? This was why he really should fact check his spells before doing them. His roommate was going to kill him.

He dug his palms into his eyes, only to realize afterwards that his left palm was, in fact, still bleeding and he had just smeared blood all over his face. This spell really had backfired on him. He grabbed the bandage that he nearby and a couple paper towels to try and clean up the blood on his face and hand before wrapping it up. That was the last time he ever used his own blood for a spell. Actually, this might he the last time he performed a spell at all once he banished this demon back to where he came from.

"An incubus? Your name? What, no I didn't. This was supposed to be a luck spell, not a- Holy fuck, what have I gotten myself into?" He ran a hand through his curls, gripping hishair and pulling on it. He brought his knees up to his chest. His state of shock was slowly starting to fade into a state of panic.

He certianly was into biting but not from this man, incubus or whatever it was that he was. His eyes narrowed at the man, even as he felt the shift in his own body. Despite clenching his legs, he wasn't feeling very inclined to joining this man on his bed. Ollie's bed. "Listen, I don't know what you think this means, but this was an accident. You can go home, or whatever." He really had no idea how to handle this. How did one get rid of a demon?

(Oo yeah I’ve done that before. Can’t handle waking up early so late shifts it is for me LMAO)

At the mention of the man’s mistake, Vox’s expression fell. So it really had been a mistake. The man had tried to cast some sort of luck spell and somehow botched it enough to get him summoned. How did someone mix up those two spells? Maybe it was something like ‘getting lucky’ instead of ‘luck’. Either way, Vox was not happy.

Vox’s tail had untucked itself from his pants at some point and was flicking in an agitated manner. “You really don’t want to do anything?” he pressed, feeling a tad offended. Incubus were usually supposed to appear attractive in their summoners eye, that helping to make the pleasure stronger. The offense came into play when the man wouldn’t sleep with him despite all of that.

Though, he hadn’t been banished anywhere just yet, and that made him wonder if the man even knew how to properly vanish a demon of his species. The quickest way was to feed them, that he knew of at least. There was most likely some sort of spell out there that claimed to be a banishing spell for incubus, but he hadn’t heard of it. He chose his words carefully.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to starve because of some mistake you made with a spell,” Vox said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe the spell did work, and this is the luck that’s come to you. Congratulations, if that’s the case.”

(Honestly, same. I'm dying waking up early XD)

Ollie felt a flash of guilt as he saw the expression fall on the man's- demon's face. He shouldn't even feel guilty about this. Not when he was a literal demon. And yet, he was only there because Oliver didn't know how to actually do his research. The incubus could have been somewhere else tonight actually scoring with someone that wanted to have sex with him. It's not that the incubus wasn't attractive. He was. Extremely. And it had been a long time since Oliver had been with anyone like that. But he wasn't in the business of hooking uo with a stranger. Or an incubus he had just accidentally summoned to his room.

He didn't understand how he had summoned him. Didn't he have to like, use semen or something to summon an incubus or succubus? He'd only used his blood. This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. He wasn't tripping. He hadn't taken any substances in a while. Maybe he was having a fever dream or hallucinating from lack of sleep. That might be it, if only the cut on his palm wasn't hurting so.

"Listen, it's not you. Well, it kind of is." He was demon after all. "But this is a misunderstanding. And I have an exam in the morning so I really should be going to sleep." And hopefully when he woke up this would all be gone and he really had been dreaming. He got to his feet, gathering all kf his supplies and placing them on his desk. He would deal with the mess in the morning. He grabbed his cordless vacuum and cleaned up the salt on the floor. Thank God his roommate slept like the dead.

He looked at the incubus incredulously. "What do you mean you're not going anywhere? Can't you like, leave of your own free will? What if I want you to go? Doesn't that matter?" Wait, starving? How could that be. A blind man could see how attractive this man was. He highly doubted he would be starving. All he had to do was go to a bar and people woukd fawn all over him. Though maybe not so much with that tail- wait. Tail?!

What the fuck was happening? He sunk back down to the floor, his knees suddenly weak. What had he gotten himself into?

Vox made the decision that he would not be moving off of the bed anytime soon. If the man wanted to sleep properly, he’d have to sleep with him or on the floor. He didn’t want to use his pheromones, knowing he wouldn’t be fed properly if that was the case. While it would still be something, it wouldn’t be even close to the same as that natural desire. He needed a large meal, and he would be damned if he was going to let this man stand in the way of that chance.

“Of course I can leave whenever I want, but I’m not going to,” Vox protested, leaning back against the bed. He may as well make himself comfortable, as he felt like he was going to be there for a while. “Doesn’t matter if you want me to go. You called me here and haven’t fed me yet. You haven’t held up your end of the bargain, so until you do, I’m not leaving.”

Vox sighed and shook his head, rolling over onto his stomach and propping his head up with his chin on the palm of his hand. He looked down at the slightly pathetic sight of the man crumbled up on the ground. “I don’t know why this is such a huge upset,” he started. “You have someone here actively wanting to sleep with you. What’s the big deal? It’s just sex. I get fed, and you get me out of here. It’s a win-win.”

Well, just make yourself at home why don't you, Ollie thought to himself. He half thought about sniping at him but decided against it. Arguing with a demon wasn't in his best interest. Oliver very much liked being alive and in the exact state that he was in. Well, his mental health could be better and it would be nice not to have to overwork himself so much but that was besides the point. He didn't want to grow a tail or ears or get turned into something for pissing off an incubus. He woukd need to do some research on what he should do with an incubus. What they could do? And most importantly, how to get rid of one.

Bargain? What bargain? He hadn't made a bargain. Well, not intentionally at least. He just wanted the incubus to go but it was clear that wasn't happening. He had an exam tomorrow. He needed to be well rested for it. He couldn't do that if he was up all night worrying about the incubus. Oliver needed to pass this class. He was doing alright but failing a test woukd seriously bring his grade down. He couldn't afford that. It was too big a risk.

He opened his mouth and closed it like a fish gaping out if water. "You don't understand?" He sputtered. "How about the fact that I know nothing about you? I don't just hookup with strangers I know nothing about. I need to have a connection with you to have sex with you. It doesn't matter how sexy you are." It wasn't just sex to him. It never was. Which was likely why he hadn't had any for a while. It was hard to have an emotional connection with someone when he was busy all the time.

Vox groaned, a bit dramatically, at that. He dropped his head down against his arms in a defeated sort of way. The whole connection and love thing didn’t make much sense to him. Not when it came to sex, at least. It was most likely due to his nature. Demons weren’t made to love anything besides their initial purpose, his being lust and pleasure.

Vox wasn’t sure why the man was being so dramatic. He was lucky he hadn’t summoned a demon that wanted to kill him, like one of wrath or war. Really, summoning an incubus was the best case scenario. He thought that maybe the man was into women, but why would he have been called if that was the case? No, it had to be the annoying connection thing. At least the man admitted to thinking he was sexy, so his pride wasn’t hurt too much.

“Let’s get to know each other, then. What’s your name?” He asked, lifting his head back up. He knew how to talk to people. He could form a quick connection in the next couple of days. It wouldn’t be that difficult, and if he needed to, he was sure he could feed off of some other form of pleasure from the man. His next question was sudden, a quick thought that came to mind. “Can’t you just, like, jerk off on your own with me in here? Give me at least a snack?”

Oliver couldn't help but stare at the demon with an incredulous look. It wasn't as if he meant for any of this to happen. And it wasn't unreasonable to not want to have sex with a demon he had just met. Or a demon at all. Was he expecting for Ollie to just drop his pants and go at it? He needed more than that. He needed a connection. To be romanced. Foreplay at least. It didn't even matter to him if his body was in the mood. If his heart wasn't into it, he wasn't doing it. And his heart and head certainly were not into this.

He supposed there could have been worse things he could have summoned. A sex demon was perhaps the safest choice of them all but no less dangerous or annoying. I mean really, how was he supposed to get anything done with a sex demon lying around complaining and waiting to get laid? He wasn't going to get anything done at all. Why didn't he just go to a bar or something? He would find plenty of willing participants there. Well, as long as he hid the tail.

He narrowed his eyes at the demon, trying to see what game he was playing. "Oliver, but my friends call me Ollie. What's yours?" The incantation had been latin. He had no idea what he had been saying. Any one of those words could have been this demon's name. His jaw dropped at the next question. "What? No! I will not be doing that. I am not into voyeurism. I don't like being watched, and especially not by someone I don't know. Haven't you tried, I don't know, a bar? you can find plenty of hook ups there. Hell, come to my job this weekend and I'll find you a hook up myself. I'll be your wingman." If only it meant this demon left him along. And quite demanding things of him.

Vox thought the things he said were quite reasonable. Any other demon could have been a bit more forceful and use their pheromones to get what they wanted, but he didn’t like doing that. He wasn’t completely evil, despite his species. He had some morals, just not all of them.

“Voxyd, though Vox is probably easier for your human tongue to pronounce,” he said to the man that he now knew as Oliver. He decided that he would call the other Ollie, since he said that’s what friends called him. After all, they would surely get to know each other like friends by the time he was finished with all of this. That connection was proving to be a bit of a bump in the road, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Vox snickered at the surprised expression on Ollie’s face at the idea of him simply watching. “Was only a suggestion, can’t blame a demon for trying,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders like he had suggested something much more casual than voyeurism. His brow arched at the mention of getting a hookup at a bar, and he shook his head.

“It doesn’t taste the same if I have to go out and find someone myself. No, it’s the best when summoned. They have to approach me for it to be nice and filling,” he explained. “Where do you work? Do you work at a bar?” Bars were nice, not for the people but for the alcohol. He was a bit of a drinker, and while it was difficult for him to get properly drunk, he could get lightly buzzed after around five shots.

Vox. What a strange name, to him at least. It was probably normal from wherever he was from. But for Oliver, it was strange. And if he had ever met someone who's name was Vox he woukd wonder jf his parents hated him or if they had been tripping in something when they named him. But Vox was not a human. He was a demon. Incubus. They had all sorts of strange names if memory served him right.

He leveled an unamused look at Vox. Ollie certainly could blame a guy for trying. Hoe many times woukd he have to say no? He understood Vox was a sex demon but even he should know no means no. Ollie was so out of his element here. He had no idea how to handle this. Or how to get rid of the demon. Perhaps he moght just have to tell his roommate, which he really didn't want to do. He could already hear the lecture coming his way.

He tilted his head. He looked Vox up and down. He was attractive. Someone would likely approach him first. Or as long as Vox was the one initiating the conversation, they would be more than willing to go back for a night in the bed. Or wherever demons preferred to have sex. "Yes," he narrowed his eyes. "I work in a bar. What about it? If you think you're getting free drinks you'd think wrong." He never gave out free drinks. To anyone. Just like he never gave his number out to anyone that hit on him while he was working.

He sighed loudly. "Listen, I need to go to bed. I need at least some sleep if I'm going to pass this exam tomorrow. So whatever you think you're getting tonight you're not." He wasn't getting it ever (or so he thought) but he didn't voice that out loud. "Now I would appreciate it if you got off my bed. I can find some blankets and you can sleep on the floor." It's not like Vox was inclined to leave.

Vox could feel Ollie's eyes on him, and while he would normally enjoy the attention, it only served to annoy him. He knew that nothing was going to happen that night, so why was Ollie looking at him like that? It could have been the lingering pheromones, which by that point he had stopped secreting them. He decided that he was simply wasting his time and energy by doing so. He would save it for a more important time.

When Ollie said that he wouldn't get free drinks, Vox let out an annoyed groan. "You're not much fun," he drawled. "You don't want to fuck, the least you could do is get me a drink."

Vox shook his head like a stubborn child who did not want to agree to their bedtime. He did not want to be pushed around after having been summoned here for no reason. Ollie made it his problem when he wasn't careful casting spells without checking what they meant. If anything, he would teach Ollie a valuable lesson on translating spells before jumping into saying them aloud around some candles. It was all just another example of how technology and the modern age were ruining demons and anything associated with them.

Vox scoffed, feigning a look of offense at the thought of sleeping on the floor. "I get back pain just like you humans do, there is no way I'm going to be sleeping on the floor when there is a big enough bed for the both of us," he countered, rolling over to one side of it to prove his point.