"Cross this line and I can do whatever I want to you." Kilo promised, his red eyes locking with hers, a small smile exposing his fangs.

Gwen gasped reflexively, pressing her thighs together to calm the quivering of her center. She damn near fell on her ass. Instead, she wobbled to her seat and picked up her own fork, shoving a bite in her mouth before she said or did something she would regret.

Kilo steadied himself with the taste of Gwen's bland chicken. They both took to distracting themselves with their meals.

"Great dinner Gwen. Thanks." Kilo congratulated. "I'll take your plate if you're done."

"Of course. Thank you for doing the dishes." Gwen replied, collecting the dishes to hand over.

"Not a problem." Kilo answered, watching carefully as Gwen scooted her plate over the line, removing her hand just before the marker.

"Goodnight, Kilo." Gwen bid as she walked to her room.

"Goodnight, Gwen." Kilo replied.

The next morning Gwen pushed the sofa halfway over the line and plopped herself on it. She scrolled her phone for a job before giving up and going to the window to see if she could figure out what car was kilo's and if he was there or not.

She was up half the night thinking about their situation, going back and forward on whether or not she should kick him out. Ultimately, she knew it was her fault for crossing the line, that if she could just remember to stay on her side everything would be fine. She needed his half of the rent anyway, so it wasn't like she had a choice.

She picked up her phone to call her mom and ask her opinion before realizing that was a stupid idea. She hadn't told her mom anything about her roommate situation or job troubles for that matter. She didn't want to worry her. She began to text her best friend Leslie but stopped half way through knowing already what she'd say. Devils dangerous, run. Ultimately though, the reason she didn't want to tell anyone was embarrassment.

So, she did what she always did when she didn't want to think about her troubles. Read. She decided to go old school, pulling a book off her shelf and heading outside to the courtyard. Hours had passed by the time she pulled her nose out of the book. When she looked up, she found the sun on its way down.

"Hey, thanks for moving the couch." Kilo greeted, making Gwen jump as she came through the front door.

"Hi, yeah, no problem." Gwen answeeds. "Shit dinner. Probably be like a half an hour. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I actually ordered in. Its kinda late." Kilo assured.

"Shit yeah sorry." Gwen apologized with a sheepish smile while moving to escape to her room.

"There's plenty if you want. It's in on the table." Kilo offered. "You made dinner last night after all. I owe you."

"Well, you did the dishes."

"You can take the box to the bin." Kilo purposed.

"Alright, thanks." Gwen smiled. She found the pizza box sitting in the middle of the table. Grabbing a slice she joined Kilo on the couch.

"What is this?" Gwen asked with a laugh.

"Home improvement reality show." Kilo answersed.

"Interesting." Gwen lied, taking a big bite of pizza.

"Surprisingly so." Kilo replied.

"How was your day?" Gwen asked after finishing her pizza and becoming to unbearably bored with the tv.

"Good. I work construction so similar to this show I suppose." Kilo replied. "How about you?"

"Good too. I lost my job when... the city was split so I did some job hunting and read a little." She replied, holding up her book.

"Oh yeah, anything good?"

"Nope, just a truly cringey romance novel." She admitted. "I amused myself by counting how many times the author used the word throbbing."

"Really? What was the final tally?" Kilo inquired.

"32." Gwen replied with a chuckle.

"You don't even want to know how many times this guy has said cocking." Kilo countered.

"How many?" Gwen demanded conspiratorially.

"Mind you this is in the last hour, thirteen." Kilo informed.

"Thirteens respectable." Gwen brushed off.

"Respectable?" Kilo questioned.

"Yeah, I probably say cocking thirteen times in an hour." Gwen claimed.

"Why on earth would you say cocking thirteen times in an hour." Kilo demanded.

"I have already said cocking twice in the last minute." Gwen asserted.

"Ridiculous." Kilo laughed.

"Now I'm interested in this show. I need to know his average cocking usage per hour." Gwen decided, getting comfortable on the couch.

Kilo chuckled.

"Cocking."

"Om my gosh. He said it." Gwen exclaimed.

"It's not called the cocking network for nothing."

"Really?" Gwen confirmed.

"No." Kilo laughed.

"Got my hopes up and everything." Gwen grumbled as she tucked her feet up under her.

Red flashed beside Kilo before he felt something against his leg. He slowly looked down to find Gwen's toes brushing against his pant leg. He trailed his gaze up her body, finding her fast asleep.

With one tug of that delicate foot, he'd have her. He seized her foot running his large thumb along the arch. His eyes became fixed on the crimson polish of her toes. He took her toe in his mouth, allowing his fang to scrape a line of the paint off before pricking the tip of her toe, releasing a more stunning red to bloom.

Gwen stirred, attempting to pull her legs into herself.

He couldn't look to see if she was awake. He couldn't pull his eyes from that drop of blood. He licked the drop then the next. The devil demanded more, demanded he bite the thing off and let a river of blood flow into his mouth.

Kilo took the toe in his mouth and sucked. It wasn't enough. The devil burned him from within. He unzipped his trousers and gripped himself harshly.

'I'm going to cum and then I'm going to let her go' He bargained with the devil.

Gwen shifted on the couch, attempting to move away from the discomfort in her toe with no effect. Her eyes fluttered open, going wide at the site in front of her. Her whole body burned, her breathing becoming ragged. She bit down on her hand to stifle a whimper and pressed the other between her legs, clamping her thighs together. She dared not scream or move. She knew it would only excite his devil. She stayed still and watched, her center pooling with heat torturously.

Ropes of cum erupted from him, looking almost like blood in the red hue of The Devil Line. He looked like a true devil bathed in red. He didn't let up on her foot though, his grip tightening instead, causing her to whimper again. His dark red eyes immediately shifted to hers. Her cheeks were flush, her bosom heaving unevenly, she writhed under his gaze.

"kilo." She plead.

He let her go and she shuffled to the edge of the sofa.

"Don't cross The Devil Line again or I'll do what I want to you." His devil threatened.

All she can do is stare, her gaze trailing to his hard member resting on his abdomen, still oozing red.

"Go to your room." He demanded, unable to make a move unless it is to pull her back to him and devour her.

She got to her feet and stumbled to her room, having enough sense to escape a devil when he told her to.

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