The plushie that Belphie sent you home with had become a staple in your bedtime routine. You’d hug it tight to your chest as you fell asleep each night. As cute and sweet as the gift was, you knew something wasn’t quite right with it. It was definitely enchanted. Belphie always knew when to call and check on you. Not that it was a bad thing, but he hadn’t disclosed the enchantment to you when he gave you the toy cow.

The question was, what kind of enchantment did the toy have on it? And did you want to find out?...

A devious idea popped in your head one night as you were getting ready for bed. You had been too afraid to act out anything in your sleep with Dream Belphie, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t do things in your own bed with your own hand… It would surely get a reaction out of the Avatar of Sloth, and maybe it would be enough for him to ‘fess up about the plush cow being enchanted.

You climbed into bed, pulling your blanket up to your chin for comfort. You exhaled deeply before you pulled your panties to the side. As you closed your eyes, your fingers slid between your thighs with familiarity. Your heart began to race as heat rose to your cheeks when you thought about what exactly you were doing and why. You slowly began to rub circles around your clit, but distracting thoughts began to cloud the sexy ones you were attempting to conjure of Belphie.

How would he know that you were doing this? Would he actually come forward about the magic spell that was cast on the plushie? Or would he just keep this little private show you were putting on to himself? Something about that last one sent a thrill through you. As you slid a finger inside of your pussy, you could feel exactly what the thought of him enjoying watching or listening to something so personal was doing for you.

But what if the enchantment wasn’t listening or being able to see? You had a feeling… no, an instinct, that the plushie was feeling you. Maybe it was all the time spent in Devildom around magical objects and the hijinks that often occurred when the brothers got their hands on such things. Or maybe it was the lessons you were taking from a certain tricky sorcerer while trying to hone your own magical abilities. Either way, you knew.

You looked to your right at the purple cow toy sitting against your pillow as an idea formed…

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed the plushie and a pillow then knelt in the center of your bed. You laid the pillow down lengthwise then laid the plushie on top of it before straddling it. The soft fur of the cow toy felt nice against your panty-covered center. As you experimentally grinded against it, you squeezed your eyes closed.

You pictured Belphie beneath you, pink cheeks and his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he gazed up at you. His hands would grasp your hips with confidence and guide you to grind against him. His breath would grow heavy as his cock hardened between you. You whimpered at the thought of sliding him inside of you, wishing you had grabbed something to fill you as well, but for tonight, this would be enough. It was only an experiment anyway.

You rolled your hips, craving friction from the stuffed toy against your neglected clit. You gasped softly as you felt it catch against the sensitive nub. Even with the thin fabric of your panties separating you from the toy, it still gave you plenty to feel if you moved against it just right.

Behind your eyelids, you imagined that the mattress beneath your hands was Belphie’s chest. You balanced them there as you ground your hips down harder, chasing the slow building high. You imagined how he would whine and moan under you, gripping your hips to make you go faster and harder. You tried to simulate that by humping harder and faster into the pillow between your thighs. 

You moaned, pushing your hips harder into the plushie and pillow, anything to feel just a little more. Despite the craving to be filled completely, the friction being created between your soaked cunt, panties, and the plushie felt like just enough to get you off, but fuck, it was hard work.

Your quiet moans morphed into loud whines and panting as you gripped the sheets. You grinded as hard as you could, making sure that your clit was rubbing against the plushie’s body. Sweat dripped down your temple as you thought surely your legs would give out before you would actually orgasm.

Just as your legs began to tremble from the effort, the familiar cord deep in your stomach began to tighten. You groaned, pushing yourself harder and faster to reach that high you so desperately needed. You were so close…

So close that you failed to hear your phone vibrate with an incoming call.

You gasped and white knuckled the sheets beneath you as the cord inside you finally snapped, filling your vision with stars and static. “Belphie!” You moaned loudly. Your toes curled as you felt the wave of your orgasm crash over you. Out of breath and legs feeling like jelly, you fell face first into your mattress. Your eyes stayed closed as you plunged quickly into a familiar dream…

In the attic in the House of Lamentation, you blinked open your tired eyes to find yourself alone in the attic’s large bed. Usually Belphie was here in these dreams, but tonight, it seemed like you were alone. It was strange for your mind to give you something like this when all your dreams lately had been comforting. This felt… weird.

Just as you were about ready to try and rouse yourself awake somehow, the bed dipped, startling you. You turned to find Belphie at the foot of the bed, but he wasn’t in his normal form like he usually was in these dreams. Black horns curled menacingly at the sides of his head. His tail swung back and forth behind him in a way that you could only interpret as agitation or excitement. But the more startling realization was that he was naked.

Your eyes widened, and quickly snapped up to his face before feeling your cheeks warm. Was this your brain’s way of giving in to your earlier fantasies? Something told you it wasn’t… that this was founded more in reality than you had previously thought.

As if he could read your mind, Belphie smirked as he joined you on the bed. He didn’t call any attention to his nudity. Instead, he crawled up to you until he had you caged under him, his body draping over yours and in between your legs as you unconsciously submitted to him. His fingers trailed along your cheek before tipping your chin up so you were made to meet his violet eyes. 

“You didn’t answer my call, Starlight.” His rough voice phrased it as a statement more than a question.

“W-What?” Your brain short circuited as you tried to keep your eyes on his and above his bare chest.

Watching you struggle to maintain eye contact only made the smirk on his face widen crookedly until a gleaming fang was revealed. Your eyes fell on it, taking in its sharpness. You swallowed thickly, trying to concentrate as his mouth moved again. “I called… You didn’t answer. Were you busy? You always answer when I call…” 

His brow furrowed as he feigned hurt feelings. The fingers beneath your chin pushed up slightly, making you look away from his mouth and back into his eyes once again. You blinked as if that would clear the lust swirling in your vision as you tried to respond coherently, but your voice still came out as an uncertain stutter. “But you d-didn’t call tonight?”

“I did…” Belphie insisted. “...but I don’t think you heard your phone over those cute noises you were making. Did it feel that good?”

“I-I don’t know what–” 

Those violet eyes pulsed dangerously as they narrowed on you. “You know exactly what I mean. You figured it out, didn’t you? The cow plushie… It’s enchanted. I can feel everything…” His soft touch under your chin quickly changed as his forefingers and thumb captured your chin firmly. His voice dropped lower as he leaned next to your ear. “...and hear everything…” 

Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. So you were partly correct about the plushie which meant he had felt everything you’d done in your bed just minutes ago. He’d also heard your wanton moans and even the way you had cried his name as you came. You squirmed beneath him as embarrassment pooled in your stomach.

He missed nothing as he leaned away slightly so he could trail his gaze down your body which was still clad in the t-shirt and panties you’d gone to bed in. The sliver of a fang appeared again as he grinned at the way you shifted beneath him. 

“You're a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Teasing me like that,” he said softly, his eyes trailing back up to meet yours.

This time something else pooled in your stomach. Something like molten lava that made you want to squeeze your thighs together. You wanted so desperately to give in to him, but you still needed to know where reality ended and the dream began. 

“This is a dream, right?” You asked, your eyes fluttering as he closed the distance between your faces.

His nose brushed against yours. “Of course, it is,” he answered, his warm lips a breath away from being against your own. 

You breathed a sigh of relief. So it was all a dream conjured by the fantasy you’d created. This wasn’t the real Belphie…

Those comforting thoughts were dashed away as he chuckled above you, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he took in your alleviated expression. “But I control everything here, Starlight,” he explained. “You can experience everything as if it were real because I command it. I can’t be there in person, but this is the next best thing.”

“Wait… this is– you’re–”

“Oh, Starlight,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a condescending and teasing tone. “Are you just now figuring out that I’ve been manipulating your dreams? I just wanted to help. You were so sad and I…” His eyes darkened as he cupped your cheek. “I missed you. Being able to hold you here every night is the only thing that is keeping me from dragging you back here.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before his lips captured yours in a dominating and heated kiss. His body pressed heavily into yours, pushing you down further into the soft bed. You whimpered into his kiss as his hips pressed firmly against yours, letting you feel just how hard he was for you. Your arms wrapped around him, giving yourself up to him freely. 

He pulled away just enough to dip his hand between your bodies to shove your panties to the side. His long, slender fingers dipped into your wet warmth, drawing out a whimper from you. Belphie groaned above you. “Fuck. You’re so wet already for me, Starlight. And I know it’s all for me. I heard the way you called my name as you came. Tell me; just what were you imagining doing to me?”

His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, stretching you open. Your blush deepened and you tried to keep your voice even as you recalled the images in your mind of Belphie moments ago in the privacy of your bedroom. “I imagined riding on top of you…” You confessed before letting out a soft moan as his fingers curled inside of you.

“As much as I would like to let you do that, I’m afraid I don’t have the patience tonight. I would rather take my time with you… Make our first time slow and sweet. But you really did a number on me. I couldn’t even keep from transforming when I felt you grinding on the toy…” 

He slowly withdrew his fingers, but you weren’t left empty for long. He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. The stretch was a bit sudden, the pain of it making you hiss. Belphie kissed along your neck, murmuring assurances that the pain would pass soon. “I promise I’ll be gentler when I have you here with me again for real… I just need you so bad.”

You needed him, too. You’d take whatever he was willing to give you, no matter how much it hurt. As he slowly sank his thick cock into you, your nails dug into his back, creating angry red marks down his shoulder blades. Once your hips finally met, you let out a long sigh. It still ached a bit, but you were eager for him to move and make you feel good.

“Belphie… please,” you pleaded softly, wrapping your legs above his hips. You could barely rock your hips with how hard he had you pinned down.

The breathy mention of his name was enough to make him move. You gasped as one of his hands gripped your hip, holding you even closer, as he barely pulled out of you before thrusting back in. He did it again, his eyes on your face. He watched your brows pinch together and your mouth form into a little “o” as pleasure rippled through you at long last.

“That’s it; taking me so well, Starlight.” His praises had you clenching around his cock which made him falter as he tried to set a consistent pace. His tail whipped back and forth behind him as he tried and failed to slow down. It was a losing battle as his thrusts turned faster and harsher.

“Fuck… Feels s’good…” you moaned, your head tipping back as you tried to keep your eyes on him above you. Pupils blown wide with lust for you, Belphie was completely wrapped up in you. Despite his fast and rough pace, each movement was passionate and purposeful, bringing you closer to a blissful end that grinding against the toy couldn’t hold a burning candle to.

“I- Fuck! I won’t be able to last long…” His voice was strained as he attempted to slow down again. 

You shook your head, digging your heels into his back. “Don’t stop… Please…”

Belphie let out a low growl before sitting up. With one hand still on your hip, he used his other to rub his thumb against your clit as his pace increased exponentially. He pounded into you, the fat of your ass meeting the tops of his thighs roughly which caused the sound of skin slapping against skin to echo throughout the attic.

You couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore as pleasure built quickly between your thighs. He was still trying to make you cum first despite how little control he had over his own fast approaching orgasm. You wanted to cum with him, so you gave in to it, letting his cock and hand bring you right to the edge. 

“Cum for me, Starlight,” he panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he tried in vain to hold off from cumming just yet.

“I’m gonna–! Belphie!” You cried out as your back arched off the bed, his name once again on your lips.

Belphie quickly grabbed your waist with both hands, slamming into you and pulling you towards him at the same time as he came with you, moaning your name loudly. Rope after rope of hot cum filled you until it leaked down the curve of your ass. Belphie let out a groan as he leaned back over you, caging you between his arms again while he balanced on his forearms. His lips crashed against yours, devouring your pretty moans as the aftershocks of pleasure rocked you still.

You wrapped your arms back around him, holding him against you. He hummed contently, letting you keep him there. His warm body encased yours for a little while longer until his cock was soft enough to slip out of you. He eventually rolled you both onto your sides so he could hold you face to face.

You reached up, smoothing some of the sweaty strands of hair from his face. Belphie’s eyes were closed, but you knew he was awake and listening. You gently whispered, “I didn’t realize you were doing all this, the dreams and stuff, for me…”

Without opening his eyes, Belphie asked quite seriously, “Are you upset?”

You sighed softly and answered honestly. “No. I wish you had told me, though.”

Belphie was quiet for a moment before those violet eyes of his slowly opened and met yours. His hand came to rest on your cheek as he explained with soft sincerity, “I thought if I did, you wouldn’t let me comfort you. You always try to do everything on your own… and I knew I could do this for you at least, even though I’m so far away. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you.”

You gave him a small smile. “Then I forgive you.”

He averted his eyes, but kept his hand on your cheek. His words were so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him as he asked, “Do you still love me?”

You grabbed the hand against your cheek and turned your head enough to kiss his palm. Belphie looked at you finally, his gaze pained. Your poor, sleepy demon. This wasn’t the first time he had been dishonest with you. He was still trying to make up for the past, but couldn’t stomach rejection in any form. You still had things to work on together, but you’d never stop loving him. You gently squeezed his hand as you said, “Of course, I still love you, Belphie.”

The little wrinkle between his brows relaxed, and he gave you a sleepy smile. “Say it again. Please.”

You smiled back at him, your heart full. “I love you.”

“I love you, more.”