15 4.1 Waking Up To A Brand New Day

It is amazing what one can get used to after prolonged exposure, human adaptability is a frightening thing sometimes. Something terribly new and off putting could be integrated into a person's perception as 'normal' over a period of time. If left unchecked then that person is treated as abnormal by their peers. For one human he hasn't reached that end of the spectrum yet but considering that he was woken up inside the mother of all cleavages yet again and hasn't freaked out is very telling that this anime-esque situation was becoming something normal for him.

His name is Stanley Burkowitz, a short, plain looking, grouchy shut-in who just wanted to have a place of his own where he could laze around, play videogames, browse the internet and not have to deal with the pressures of the outside world. In today's world such flighty pleasures would not do him much good for the modern definition of a 'bright future' but Stanley is a simple man with simple pleasures.

Also fuck the outside world.

Somehow this poor example of the human condition had inexplicably managed to catch the eye of the universal gods who had seen fit to interfere with his life in the worst (or perhaps best) way. How else would he explain what has transpired a couple weeks ago? How else could he explain this unbelievable set of events that ended with him being manhandled and smothered by a mythical creature from a relatively obscure fantasy hentai franchise?

Even more unbelievable than that, how the hell could it be that Stanley Burkowitz now has a girlfriend!?

Even more unbelievable than even that, how could said girlfriend be a supermodel/Miss Universe tier beauty that is completely devoted to and head over heels for him?

But the most important question that could be asked in this situation is why, in the ever loving fuck, is Stanley not over the moon about his most enviable position right now?

The answers for those questions are difficult to explain but as for the latter it had been two weeks since he met Ezraphel and he is still caught in a state of disbelief. A part of him, his libido, wanted him to damn the consequences, throw caution to the wind and get rid of the virginity that Ezraphel had continuously offered to take in any way he liked over the time she had been with him.

The more conservative and thankfully(?) dominant part of him told his libido to "shut the fuck up and let me think."

He has been thinking for days and it shows in how absentminded and unfocused he's been. He couldn't remember a time when he simply lounged around his pc playing games or watching TV or listening to music in peace. Most of his time was taken up by Ezraphel, teaching her about the various appliances in his home, marveling at how she marveled at them and awkwardly avoiding any attempts at seduction with varying degrees of success.

He agreed to give this strange relationship a chance but looking back on it nothing has really changed much since that first night or rather day they slept together. Ezraphel was still overly affectionate which put Stanley off causing him to take a metaphorical step back every time she tries to usher things forward. What has changed is that they were no longer caught up in the moment and both have to come to grips with the changes in their lives. Stanley has to deal with the fact that he now has a very beautiful, inhuman woman living with him while Ezraphel has to learn to adapt to this strange new dimension and her stubborn new husband-to-be.

It was thanks to the latter that they were sufficiently distracted from the elephant in the room that was their relationship. Although calling it a 'distraction' is giving it a bit more credit than it was due, after all at the end of the day they were still two people living together in a house. Between her being a literal sex demon and Stanley not able to rub one out lest he be ravaged by her like a shark in a blood frenzy naturally the sexual tension is quite high.

It certainly isn't helped by situations like this but no matter how he tried to prevent it Stanley would always, always wake up with Ezraphel in his bed using him as a body pillow. He would air his grievances but considering every time he tried to impress upon her his need for privacy, she would counter by, for keeping a long story short, shaking her tits in his face. At one point (yesterday) she actually just did this for a counter argument, now here they are again, except this time he didn't even bother setting a barricade by the door.

Some things just can't be helped he figured. Earlier that week he had gotten lucky with trying to stimulate her into letting him go. That was his mistake, he got the idea from the first scene of the first episode of Everyday Life With Monster Girls and used it subconsciously. Unfortunately such a method may have been the catalyst for enforcing his current predicament because why the hell would Ezraphel turn down the chance of an orgasm first thing in the morning?

Subsequent attempts to extricate himself from her clutches were less raunchy but ultimately unsuccessful. Again, this was his fault for Stanley had fallen into the trend of all generic harem anime protagonists. In the real world, this trend would ultimately become the downfall of most men and in fact it had become something of a trope in recent times. But what could this be? Of course he speaks of the trend of being a 'genuinely nice guy.'

Oh yes the ultimate weakness of the generic harem anime protagonist that has led them down a path of pseudo self destruction due to bending to the whims of whatever cute girl that fancies them. Of course Stanley wouldn't have given a flying fuck about any of this but considering the turn of his life right now he cannot help but make the comparison. And upon reflection he had come to an epiphany in regards to how he has accommodated his guest.

You see, buried beneath all the half baked excuses, quick temperament and bravado Stanley has come to a decision about himself. He, Stanley Burkowitz, was not a 'genuinely nice guy' and it is time his guest realizes that certain things will not fly in his house, a line must be drawn.

Finally able to move his hand, Stanley drew it at Ezraphel's side just above her hip. She's either faking sleep or is dreaming something nice because she drew him closer into her chest and wrapped a leg around his. Ignoring the feel of slender arms, pillowy breasts and thick thighs a gleam entered his eyes.

'Consider my line drawn'

Then he struck!

The hand which had been drawing soothing circles suddenly clenched a handful of skin at her side with as much gripping power that could be afforded by him.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Ezraphel's eyes snapped open as a yelp of pain ripped from her mouth "OW!"

Victory!

Unfortunately for Stanley it was short lived as in an attempt to distance herself from the source of her pain the Lilim had pushed him away. Now what could have been a small shove turned out to be a lot more as even without the might of her magic Ezraphel was a great deal stronger than even the most fit of human weight lifters.

She would have to be since she lugs around those two massive objects that are her chests every day.

Needless to say Stanley ended up on the carpeted ground of his room for the second time that week. One of these days he's going to get that escaping from the clutches of the booby monster thing right and on that day it. Will. Be. Glorious.

Sighing to himself Stanley tiredly pulled himself standing before stretching out the kinks in his back. He could see Ezraphel giving him an adorable pout that was about as threatening as a cocker spaniel…once you got over the demonic looking horns, bright red eyes and black sclera.

"Why did you do that?" she demanded while gesturing to her side which she rubbed lightly.

Stanley regarded her before speaking blandly "good morning to you too, so much for those royal etiquette classes."

Her cheeks grew red on her pale skin, It could have been indignation or embarrassment, he had no idea, that etiquette jab was a shot in the dark.

"Good morning Stanley" his eye twitched "would you care to explain why you pinched me while I was sleeping?"

"Funny thing about that, cause I remember specifically telling you not to sneak in my room in the middle of the night to smother me in my sleep"

"And I remember informing you that as your wife I refuse to not share the same bed as you" she retorted drawing herself up while kneeling on the bed eclipsing his standing height.

"You realize this bed wasn't made to occupy two people right?"

At least it wasn't made to hold a near 7 foot tall woman with G cup breasts, a three foot wingspan and a tail let alone her and someone else. Even if she hadn't wanted to she would have been forced in close proximity to him anyway.

"I already said you should purchase a larger bed"

Stanley rolled his eyes 'princesses'

Of course she would say that as if buying a new bed was as easy as clicking something online. It was but then what the hell was he supposed to do with his old bed? Throw it out? Fuck that, it was perfectly fine.

His musings stopped when Ezraphel continued and Stanley was startled to realize that she was right there in his face, nose almost touching "if I had my magic it would be child's play to enlarge it, among other things" she said with sultry smile and bedroom eyes.

Stanley actually took a moment to contemplate what the 'other things' in that sentence meant. Now what could she mean by enlarging other thin-oh, she's talking about his dick.

He scoffed in her face and walked off. The action merely caused her to giggle behind his back. That had him turn around to see that the Lilim was now sprawled across his bed like the centerfold of an old playboy magazine.

…He went through a retro porn phase when Hugh Hefner died, rest in peace.

'At least she's wearing clothes' he thought 'she's not completely incapable of toning down.'

Progress!

On the other hand.

"Next time I'll bite you on the boob, hard" and he made sure to bare his chompers at her when he said it.

The smile vanished off his face as the Lilim involuntarily hid her girls from his sight with a gasp "you wouldn't dare"

Stanley arched an eyebrow. Turning to her fully he puffed his chest, folded his arm and asked her in his best ghetto impression "you think I'm playin?" unfortunately the threat fell short because Stanley was the literal opposite of a six foot tall, muscled, bald, black dude with a baseball bat.

She scrutinized him for a moment before coming to the conclusion that no he was not playin because Stanley was fully committed to biting her boob if she infringed upon his domain without implicit permission.

After the realization came the pout "Stanley, that is not a very nice thing to say to a lady."

The short man rolled his eyes with a scoff and turned to leave but before he did he left the Lilim with three words

"Renegade for life."