You don't seem to react to his human suit any differently than his regular one. In fact, you invite him into your home. Making space on the couch for him, pillow and all. Like he's some sort of roommate. When he questions this, you sip your coffee at the table and peek over at him with a hum of, "What? No one ever thought to keep you in their line of sight to make sure you weren't up to no good?" Only to offer him something to eat.

Strange thing you were.

But, he supposes, he liked that you were strange. Especially when people start to question your new roommate. Without missing a beat, you'd gesture to Nathaniel with a smile and hold onto his arm and introduce him as your long distance boyfriend. Your friends and family seemed satisfied with this answer. And something...possessive activated in him.

What? If he was to play the part of boyfriend, should he not treat you as such?

Of course, this doesn't stop him from poking at you. "Your three wishes, child." Being growled at you late at night, only for you to lay across his lap on the couch and groan out a, "Ask me tomorrow, big guy." And he'd begrudgingly huff. Watching as your eyes would shut and you'd sleep on him of all things.

He could have hurt you. Could have plucked your eyes from your head. Could have woken you to frighten you. And what does he do instead? Lift his clawed hand and pull a blanket over you and stay perfectly still just...watching you as you slept.

Nathaniel's moment comes weeks later when your sister is visiting. The baby is nearing a year old, and you watch as you happily scoop the baby from your sister's arms to give her a break to sit and mingle with him. But he can't take his eyes off you as you sit with the baby and talk to them with their baby babbles and coos filling the room. You're talking about your studies at college, crooning about the occult and demonology, a smile on your face.

"They're good with her, huh?" Your sister's voice cuts through his thoughts, her shoulder nudging Nathaniel's in such a human gesture it could make him gag. "Ever think about having a family, Nathaniel? They've always wanted one, ya know."

Now that was interesting.

"Oh? I do not believe we have had that discussion yet." He presses, looking her direction briefly as you now walk around with the baby supported in your arms and letting them play with your hair. Something carnal twisting in his mind as he imagines you- swollen with his child, your breasts full-

Swollen with his child...

--

When your sister leaves that night, Nathaniel takes it upon himself to slide behind you while you're making yourself tea. His hands slide over your hips, up your sides, blunt human nails sliding up your shirt. You jump a bit, your back flush with his chest, trapped by the countertop as his hands circle around to brush your stomach. He likes the way you smell now. Like pheromones. Arousal.

"You yearn for a child of your own," He starts, his voice low in your ear, dragging his nails over your flesh and enjoying how your breath hitches. "Why not wish for one?"

You groan, despite how you shudder when his teeth nip your ear. "Nathaniel I'm not playing this game with you-"

"No game." He ensures, despite his grin as his fingers tug your hips back against him. He is a simple man after all, hard against your ass and tasting your desire like a fine wine. "If I am to play the role of your little 'boyfriend', should I not commit? Sex is only a human desire, after all."

"Human, huh?" You breathily speak, rolling your hips back into him and making Nathaniel grunt, squeezing your hips tighter. "Seems like you're pretty into it too."

"A minor inconvenience." He lies, feeling the shift start as his blunt nails turn into claws. His teeth turning sharp as he traces his forked tongue down your neck just to hear you moan. It makes him snarl back. "Do not distract me, child."

He flips you then, your back to the counter, lifting you so your legs go around his waist. You don't hesitate to hook your arms around his neck, your lips so close to his own as he leans in, lips parted to show his sharp teeth and his forked tongue flicking across your quivering lips. "Do you wish for a child?"

"I desire a child," You reword, a smirk flicking across your lips and making him snarl as he ruts his hips against yours. Aching to be free, to be inside you, to stop your relentless teasing- "Do you wish to give me one?"

"Yesss-" Nathaniel's voice is caught between a snarl and a hiss, rutting his hips in a steady rhythm to hump you. You're starting to pant, your breath mingling with his own and driving him further into snarling. "Your wish shall be my command- just say the word- I shall give you a child. Anything you wish for. I can give you my cock, I can make you feel pleasures you have never known-"

"I don't wish," You murmur, brushing your lips across his and making Nathaniel snarl as he slams you further back onto the counter. "Nathaniel, you can have me. Please j-just-"

"Is that your wish?" He growls back on your mouth, grinning and delighting in how you groan, your nails curling against his back.

"If that will get you to just fuck me already-"

"Your wish is my command."

--

You end up getting more than you bargain for. You've been a teasing menace to him, and Nathaniel is rather pent up from all of it. You end up across his lap, your ass getting slapped and you're made to count. You end up being called a tease, a whore, a poor little child as you sob and whine with his fingers curling into you.

You had expected him to be a taker of pleasure- not a fucking service top of all things. Not when he's between your legs, holding your legs over his shoulders and licking and sucking you raw. His teeth skimming your clit, his long forked tongue slipping into you and his burning eyes on you the whole time. You're helpless but to hold onto his horns, bucking against his mouth until you've cum again and again on his tongue with cries.

It doesn't help he keeps commenting on your scent. Burying his face against your lower abdomen and inhaling you with a low growl of, "How fertile you are, little one. Such a perfect little breeder you shall be for me. How beautiful you shall be all swollen with my young." And feeling with his fingers just how dripping wet you get with it. Each wet squelch of his fingers slipping into you just to feel how you squeeze him with his filthy words.

His cock is only revealed when you're a mess of sobs and pleading for him to just fuck you. And you understand why he was so diligent in stretching you and ensuring you were relaxed. He's not only big, but knotted. A tapered tip and blackened flesh with the same thick swirls on his chest curling around it. Numerous gold barbells line the underside, starting just above the swell of a thick knot heading into what appears to be a black sheath.

You end up on all fours with your stomach being cradled in his hands as he snarls of how he can feel himself inside you, that you'll make a wonderful little breeder, that you're so tight. That he knows you love his filthy words because you squeeze his cock inside of you even tighter like a hungry little whore.

--

When the night is over, you're cleaned up and tended to. Held in his arms as you sleep peacefully with his cum still leaking out of you. Something he scoops up, shoving gently inside of you as you rest, which only makes you squirm and whimper briefly in your sleep. It makes him salivate.