The room they were in used to be Stanley’s bedroom but not anymore. For one it was like three times the size of the modest bedroom he’s come to know and love over the past several years.

More than that all his furniture was gone, replaced with some of the most extravagant shit he’s ever seen. The bed looked like it could fit three Ezraphel’s, was plush as fuck with about half a dozen pillows and privacy curtains. On either side of it were nightstands made out of smooth as fuck black varnished wood. There was a freaking luxury lounge sofa in the corner, entire walls worth of curtains and a carpet that felt better on his feet than his bed.

His posters were now framed like portraits and hung up around the room. He couldn’t help but notice that his dresser was gone and his closet had fucking huge double doors. But all of that paled in comparison to the coup de grace, a fucking 100 inch 4k TV mounted on the wall directly across from their bed.

“Jesus tap-dancing Christ Ez, what the actual fuck?”

“Did I overdo it?”

MUTHAFU-

“HMMMM” he groaned into his fists.

Admittedly it has been a while since he experienced an Ezraphel-induced migraine of this magnitude. It was a lot to take in, so much so that he had to rub his temples to try and stem the oncoming headache.

He paused to take in a very deep breath through the nose, brought his hands together in a prayer and looked to the sky ‘please God, ROB or whoever is out there watching over me. Please continue your watch so my patience with this woman does not run out, amen.’

Now turning to the woman in question he was mildly satisfied to see (and feel) that she was becoming nervous. He figured that she was also feeling the full extent of his rage and it had her worried.

“Ezraphel~” he spoke in a ‘nice’ tone.

“Y-yes?”

“You’ve got some ‘splaining to do!” he finished with some of the rage leaking through his façade making for a rather unhinged Stanley Berkowitz.

“I will take that as a yes” she spoke for her earlier question.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t see through your bullshit, you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Guilty~” she shrugged with a smile, all pretenses off.

Once again Stanley had to take a moment to breathe.

“Why did you do all this?”

“I told you before Stanley” she walked out to the center of the spacious room “this was your bedroom and it felt like I was a guest. So I made it our bedroom” she finished off with a spin whilst stretching out her arms.

“And you didn’t think to run these changes by me first?” he spoke bluntly while pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You are focusing on the wrong thing Stanley” she clung to him and let them both fall sideways but instead of hitting the ground they fell through a portal.

Stanley ended up landing on the bed with Ezraphel directly on top of him. This would have earned her a few curses however his mind became preoccupied with the sensation of being sandwiched between his girlfriend and this new bed which if he were to make an analogy would be trapped between a soft and supple place. The bed felt almost as soft and comfortable as Ezraphel’s chest which is no small feat. And that led him to a revelation he verbally spoke once she eased up to lay next to him.

“This bed is magical.”

Like literally magical.

“You are welcome.”

‘Am I supposed to sleep on this thing every night?’

Because if so, god damn.

‘Great, as if I needed another reason not to get off my lazy ass in the morning.’

“So, what do you think?”

“You definitely overdid it” he mumbled.

“Are you mad?”

“I-” his words were interrupted by a yawn and it was then he began to become aware of just how much he was being affected by the feel of the bed and Ezraphel’s skinship “what was the question?”

She held him closer “I already have my answer.”

‘…that makes sense’ he was practically putty in her embrace.

There was a 100 inch curiosity sitting on the wall directly in front of him though.

“Where and how did you manage to get the TV?”

“Meh, don’t worry about it.”

Now why did she go and say that?

“I wasn’t worried about it before” really he was just curious “but I am now. You didn’t steal it did you?”

“…”

*Flick*

“Ow, yeah I deserve that” he admitted while rubbing his forehead for a bit.

Huffing lightly at his attitude Ezraphel went on to explain the entire creative process behind this design choice.

“I looked up a few luxury bedroom designs on the internet and one of them had a TV like that and I thought you would appreciate it.”

Well, she’s not wrong but “you could have just copied the one in the living room you know.”

“I wanted it to be special. This is as much your room as it is mine. Plus now whenever we want to watch movies we could just do it in here.”

Hmm, let’s see here, Stanley now has: the most comfortable bed he’s ever laid his ass on, the literal sexiest woman alive by his side and now a big ass 4K TV. And all of this was in a single room enchanted to the nines by actual magic.

“Oh, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see through your plot Ez.”

Now giving a truly confused expression Ezraphel continued to deny “what plot?”

“Come on, it’s obvious you’re enticing me with the coolest shit so that I never want to leave you and this room, classic Mamono manipulation.”

Ezraphel gained a devilish sultry smile “oh my~ it appears that you have seen through my ruse yet again Stanley~”

His words may have been a joke and Ezraphel may have been playing along but they both knew there was some truth to it. They already spend a lot of time having sex in the bedroom and most times the reason why they stop was because Stanley gave reasons not to stick around. Some of those reasons are legitimate but most of them are bullshit used to help keep himself in check. It was agreed that Stanley was the one that set the pace of their sex life because Ezraphel cannot be trusted when it came to moderation.

And speaking of moderation…

Before things could escalate Stanley turned his gaze away and back to the TV “did I ever tell you your magic is bullshit?”

Ezraphel frowned at the obvious interruption but answered nonetheless “you may have mentioned this, yes.”

“I know I asked this before but, how the hell do you manage to pull this off?”

“Well as I said before I did not steal it.”

“Yeah…”

“You still have doubts?”

“I mean…not that I want to doubt you but a 4K TV is a lot more complex than furniture.”

Ezraphel hummed an agreement “you aren’t wrong.”

“So again, how?”

Ezraphel hummed to herself again, this one drawn out as she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling now patterned in runic figures. Since she held Stanley he was taken along with the movement and made to lay on top of her with his head resting on her chest.

“Hey!”

She ignored the outburst as she thought of how best to answer his question in the most clear and succinct way possible.

“All objects have a certain ‘structure’” she began “and there are spells that are able to analyze said structure down to the smallest detail. So with that information handy I am able to use the power granted by my having complete control over my domain to replicate it.”

Stanley frowned at the explanation “so what, you just copy/paste shit?”

The Lilim shrugged “in the simplest of terms, yes.”

“What’s the catch?”

“What makes you think there is?”

He gave a bored look “come on Ez, that sounds way too good to be true and when something sounds too good to be true that usually means it is. So what aren’t you telling me?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Oh it’s just this small thing really, I live here!” he exclaimed dramatically “and I don’t know about you but if shit’s happening in my own home then I want to know what’s up.”

He had a point and she knew this “fine. If there is one caveat to this then it is that the objects created within cannot exist outside the domain for long periods of time.”

“I knew it!”

She looked down at him from her position “you did?”

“You told me earth didn’t have any natural mana.”

Something she still found disturbing to this day.

Unbeknownst to her thoughts he continued “so I figure what essentially boils down to complex mana constructs wouldn’t survive in an environment devoid of mana.”

“You are correct.”

His conclusion surprised her even though it really shouldn’t since she knew that her Stanley was a brilliant man.

“That’s kind of fucked up actually.”

“Hm?”

“I mean this means you’re basically using your own reserves to fuel this place” he noted “doesn’t that get tiring?”

Ah and at this point Ezraphel was getting a bit nervous for the direction this conversation was heading.

“Well I am not exactly using my own reserves.”

“What do you mean?”

‘Here goes.’

“Remember that excess Demonic Energy you always tell me to clean up?”

“Yeah-Oh!” he realized “oh right that. Honestly I thought you’d just shove it in some pocket dimension but yeah this makes more sense. And at least it’s being put to good use.”

She waited a moment for him to continue but after a moment of silence it was clear he had nothing more to say and so she released a mental sigh of relief.

“I thought so too.”

“…wait a minute.”

‘Uh-oh’

Looking down she saw him push himself up with a frown and furrowed brows “a domain you created that is being fueled by Demonic Energy” his eyes narrowed dangerously.

‘Noooo.’

“Ezraphel-”

‘Nonono.’

He maneuvered himself so that he was looming over her with his piercing brown eyes looking into her own red ones.

‘Nonononono’

“Did you turn my house into a Demon Realm?”

‘Shi-’

The Lilim mentally cursed her misfortune though on the outside she adopted a nervous smile.

“Would you believe me if I say it wasn’t on purpose?”

He met her gaze for a moment that felt much longer before answering “I would give you the benefit of the doubt” he admitted before his expression turned deathly serious “now explain.”

And so she did.

Ezraphel went on to explain how their first near week long coitus in which she created a barrier to prevent the newly created Demonic energy excess from leaking out didn’t work entirely. She spoke of how she discovered the seepage and went about creating a personalized Spirit Realm domain as a means of better circumventing any future spreads.

“And that’s what happened” she finished.

“…huh.”

If this had been a few months ago then Stanley would have been absolutely livid and delivered onto her a rant of apocalyptic proportions. As it stood now he was less furious and more upset.

“Were you ever going to tell me about this?”

Ezraphel looked away which just about answered his question.

“Dammit Ez.”

“In my defense I was not sure when the appropriate time to tell you this would be.”

She had a point, not even he knew when the appropriate time or circumstance to tell him all this would be. In any case too much time has passed and he’s enjoyed too many benefits to criticize her decision which in hindsight turned out to be for the best. He much rather hear about a problem that was already resolved than to stumble onto one that was still ongoing.

“Whatever, I’d like to say you should tell me about these things but really unless there’s a problem that specifically involves or affects me before you can resolve it or you need my help to resolve it then I prefer not know about it until after it’s no longer an issue.”

“So…I did good?”

“Yes, you did good.”

Stanley already anticipated the abrupt makeout session she pulled him into so he wasn’t taken off guard by it.

Minutes later he managed to gain enough of his wits to pull himself away and roll off of her “okay that’s enough of that.”

Ezraphel halted his attempt at getting away by locking her long legs over his waist “it doesn’t have to be.”

“Ez…”

“All I am saying is, we still need to ensure that the bed can survive one of our ‘marathon’ sessions. After all that was one of the main reasons for the change in the first place.”

‘She’s not wrong’ a traitorous part of him whispered in his mind.

“Yes well uh…” he paused eyes darting every which way as his mind raced “t-the TV!”

“Hm?” she tilted her heard.

“I might as well set up the TV and make sure it’s working properly” as he says this managed to wrestle himself from out of her grasp and get to his feet.

He just about managed to turn to the TV before the thing turned on seemingly of its own volition. And what was it that was the first thing to be seen on the 100 inch 4K TV? Why it was none other than some tall PAWG getting railed from behind by some short dude with a big dick. And as Stanley watched the pornographic scene play out he couldn’t help but notice that the crisp clear cut visuals were being supplemented by a surround sound system that ensures every slap, squelch and moan was being reverberated around the entire room.

It was as if he was standing right there in that scene itself and all he could say to that was…

“What the fuck?”

“I’ll have what she’s having” a sultry voice whispered and was heard despite the cacophony of noise coming from the two going at it in 4K.

Turning around he found Ezraphel now wore sexy lingerie and was lying on her side facing him. In one hand she held a remote while her eyes pinned him with a smoldering gaze.

“As you can see I took the liberty of setting up the TV.”

“How did you…”

“Google.”

“Figures.”

“Now then” she tossed the remote aside and began to crawl towards him on the bed “are you just going to stand there or are you going to put that man’s performance to shame.”

Stanley looked back at the TV then to Ezraphel before pressing his lips together ‘she is getting way too good at getting her way.’

 “…fuck it” he started pulling down his pants.

“That’s the idea~” her words were interrupted by a fat half erect cock being stuffed in her mouth.

“Yeah, yeah put that smart mouth to better use.”

 Her response was a moan of delight followed by wet sucking noise.