Once again we find Stanley at the end of the day's journey, preparing for a long and comforting rest with his girlfriend. Except Ezraphel is nowhere to be found in his room which was concerning because it meant that she was planning something. It is to be expected since he basically gave her authority over their relationship. If it were him a month ago he would have called it a questionable decision but he came to realize the last obstacle to their relationship was his hang-ups on relationships themselves.
He's seen all the ways how an intimate relationship can go wrong and while he and Ezraphel wouldn't be in any danger of falling into those pitfalls he carried that anti-relationship stigma for over a decade. You don't just get over something like that and Stanley knew this so for the sake of moving forward he's going to need Ezraphel to pull him along until he stops dragging his feet. Whether he liked it or not this was for the greater good and Stanley was surprisingly calm about it…until now.
He expected Ezraphel to make a move tonight and while he could only guess take a guess as to what she has in mind he can most assuredly guarantee he's going to be fighting an erection…which is fine. If it turns out she wasn't up to anything and he was over-thinking things then that's fine too. It literally doesn't matter to him anymore, he has washed his hands of putting in that much effort into this relationship so it's all on Ezraphel from this point forward.
*Creak*
Speaking of whom…
'Note to self, grease door hinges'
"Stanley~"
'Why do I have this ominous sense of Déjà vu?' he said with some dread creeping in and that dread was immediately swept away when he feast his eyes on her.
Ezraphel was dressed in a-
*Blue Screen Crash Effect*
Shaking his head Stanley decided not look closely at her lest he lose anymore brain cells. What he did see of her clothing was lacy and minimal which are the only things that matter. Use your imagination to fill in the gaps because Stanley sure as hell isn't in a position to give details.
As Ezraphel aka every-man's-wet-dream-come-to-life stalked inside like the sexual predator she was her voice oozed out like melted butter.
"It's time for your conjugal visit~" she cooed and reached behind her back.
Oh dear god.
'Am I hallucinating again?'
Because if she takes out the penetrator he's taking a header out the window, please believe that. Luckily for his mental and physical safety Ezraphel pulled out a bottle of olive oil.
'Oh thank all the gods'
Also "huh?"
Ezraphel merely hummed as she approached and not to downplay her looks but for his immediate mental health his eyes were still on the bottle in her hand.
"H-how did you even get that?"
"I found this one day while I was looking through your supply of 'toiletries' I believe is the term you refer to them."
"Oh."
He can neither prove nor disprove this claim since it's been a while since he last looked into those.
"Okay, but why though?"
"Oh well" she deliberately trailed off as she took a position behind him "after the events that transpired today it has come to my attention" delicate hands began messaging his shoulders "that despite having spent so much time cleaning and servicing things around here" she leaned forward a bit pressing her chest to his back "I have still yet to take the time to service you~" her last word was followed by a shallow blow by his ear.
"O-oh~" he shuddered.
"You are very tense Stanley~"
'Understatement'
"An oversight on my part" she continued languidly "one I will be correcting henceforth."
*Rustle*
'Did it suddenly get colder?'
He looked down to find that his shirt was gone.
'Da fuck!?'
Ezraphel tossed his shirt away and levelled a stare that was absolutely smouldering.
"Will you lay down Stanley" she patted the spot on the bed.
'I'm not sure I should'
Taking note of his hesitance Ezraphel reached up and pulled down her top to reveal her most glorious assets. He might have seen those girls unobstructed more than a dozen times and felt them twice as much but goddamn he could never get used to seeing them.
"You like?"
"Uh-huh" he said dumbly watching as those two perfectly shaped and perky orbs magnify to encompass his whole world and suddenly her face was right before him and he was being sensually kissed.
"Are you ready?" she gently guided his body to lie down on his back.
As flustered as he is Stanley was still coherent enough to slur "f-for what?"
The question made her seductive smile widen.
"Why, your 'Happy Ending' of course."
Pause.
Realization dawned as his gaze went to the oil
'No way'
With a grin Ezraphel poured a generous amount of oil in her hands on her chest and proceeded to rub it into her skin.
"Oh my glob" his eyes were the size of dinner plates as he watched his girlfriend fondle herself.
"No 'glob' only Ezraphel~"
And for the next couple of hours she would be the entirety of Stanley's world.
~To Be Continued~