#DEMON FUCKER

[satansdirtiestangel]

Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)

Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.

He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck

[monstersholygrail]

very classic but summoning a demon to fuck you and he gets a little obsessed 🙏

Imagine Himbo Demon was one day just casually going about his business, torturing a mortal with the agonizing act of small talk when suddenly a flash of white explodes across his vision. The next thing he knows he’s standing in a magical circle of your own design and he can’t get out.

You ask if he’s an incubus and that’s when he notices the book in your hand, ‘How to Summon Incubi With Your Friends: The Party Guide.’ He also looks you over and notices how painstakingly pretty you are and thinks… he could be an incubus.

That night he has what he claims as the best sex of his eternal life, no doubt about it. The way your body moved as you rode him within an inch of his life made him swear he was being taken back to heaven. The way you tasted sweeter than the finest nectar till it burned permanently into his senses. Every last bit of you was addicting.

When the summoning spell’s time was coming to a close, the demon actually felt an ache at the idea of leaving you and your sweet, sweet holes. He tried to reach for you once more but with a flash of white he was back in hell. His heart and his cock aching for you.

The minute he can he’s scouring hell’s library for the book he saw in your grasp. He reads it like a man possessed, ironically, looking for the spell you must’ve used.

As he’s reading the book, an Incubus just so happens to look over at him. Sensing eyes on him he looks up and their gazes meet. The Incubus reads the cover of the book he has and his eyes widen. He begins slowly inching away from Himbo Demon before turning and quickly rushing off.

Himbo Demon tilts his head, curious as to why the Incubus gave such a reaction. But after a moment of brief confusion, he goes back to reading the book. His eyes brightening as he finds the spell.

That night he clumsily performs the spell. His mind foggy with lust. His cock red, angry, and dripping with precum as he thinks about drowning in your holes, lapping up your essence like it’s the only food he’ll ever need and then fucking you until you’re raw and swollen, only to soothe any pain with his tongue.

Himbo demon growls, reaching down and lazily stroking his cock with one hand and performing the spell with the other. Somehow by a true miracle, it works. He appears back in the same fading circle he appeared in last time. His eyes ignite with feral need and his gaze flickers around the low-lit room before a door opens and you come waltzing in wearing nothing but a towel.

“Miss me, baby?” He snarls in excitement, knowing now he has a way to keep coming back to you.

You yelp, jerking back against the wall in surprise. Not expecting the demon to be here again but you’re not exactly upset about it either. Himbo Demon smiles wickedly, but in truth he’s just so happy to see you! He moves at the speed of lightning and he’s on you in an instant. His tall lithe body caging you in against the wall. You exhale shakily, your body tingling with need and your belly churning with arousal as you glance down at his fat cock bobbing and dribbling with his own arousal.

The scent of you floods Himbo Demon’s senses and he growls, fangs flashing in the moonlight that peaks in from the window. Feeling beyond thrilled that the spell worked. That he can go to you whenever he feels like it now. So long as you keep the summoning circle up, that is. But he’s too focused on your new easy access to even try and realize that.

“Don’t worry, sweet human. I’ve found my way back to you and your glorious body. From now on we shall never be parted and I can properly fuck your weak mortal shell ragged as much as I desire. And there is much… much desire,” Himbo Demon rasps heatedly, looking down at you with a fire in his eyes.

Before you can even think to respond, the demon is shredding your towel into two, revealing your body to him in all its glory. He barely takes the time to appreciate the view and suddenly he’s pressing into, rubbing his length along the height of your belly.

And you know this is the start of a wild adventure. One you’re sure is bound to last more than another night.

[lyonnerileyauthor]

the prince married you on a warm summer day under cherry blossoms. he called you his most precious thing, and kissed you as if you were the only two people alive. perhaps he wasn’t very gentle with you on your wedding night, but that was how things are, or so your handmaid said.

it was when he began to turn away from you in the night that you felt the frigid wind of change. you had come from another land, another kingdom, and given up everything you knew. should you ever die, it would all fall to him.

on a brisk winter walk, the prince turns to you under that very same cherry tree, now withered like an old crone’s hand. the knife shines in the light reflected off the snow as he drives it into your chest. while blood drips from your lips, he leaves you for the wolves to find.

you beg and plead for this not to be the end. you want revenge.

that is when He comes, stepping through a gash in the world.

his horns are tall and straight, his features both those of a man and a wolf. behind him flows a long, black cape, only partially disguising his naked body. fur rolls down from his hips to his cloven hooves.

“so intent on living.” he bends down over you, tracing the blood that dribbles down your face. “and what would you do, should I give you another chance?”

the words come out a gurgle. “I would kill him.”

this clearly pleases him. he licks the blood off of you, delighting in the taste. at last his mouth settles over yours, his tongue sliding between your lips. it is soft and yet demanding, delicious and sinful.

all at once, fresh breath fills your lungs. you sit up in the snow, and though your dress is soaked with your blood, no wound remains at all. he helps you to your feet, never once letting go of your hand.

“you made a promise,” he says in your ear, nibbling your lobe. “don’t forget.”

it is easy to find the prince where he sleeps in his bed. with the same dagger, you pry open his flesh and withdraw his beating heart. it is a gift to your new lover.

He is pleased with your work, and rewards you with his thick cock. he is gentle in a way the prince wasn’t, but never relenting in his claim on your pleasure. with the deed done, he takes you back to hell with him, where you can be a princess once more.

[tgirltorment]

The trick about devils is that the high-ranking ones are often less concerned with inspiring sin and perversion within mortals as they are satisfying their own. You believed that by identifying the right patron and giving them what they want, you could make a deal with no clever loophole or catch. Make an offer, follow through, and come back unchanged and unharmed. Easy. And you knew just the devil to chose: a Devil Lord of Lust, one of the most self-serving of sins. Pride is too unstable, sloth might never hold up their end, gluttony is insatiable, but a Devil Lord of Lust? That you could handle.

You summoned them one evening to your apartment, offering your demands with clarity. "Beauty and power," was all you asked for. "In return, I offer to enter your service for six months." He chuckled lightly, eyeing you up and down. "One year," he countered. "And I promise you'll not be hurt. Not in a way you don't enjoy, at least." You shook hands, and the deal was struck. You were given a day to get everything in order, pay any outstanding bills, notify your family that you'd be away, and went to sleep. The next time you awoke, it was in a cage.

You noticed right away that your clothes were gone. Every so often a demon would pass by, leering at you through the bars. You also noticed that your were very, very, very horny. At first, you tried to cover yourself up, hide from the observing demons. But a heat began to build in your chest. You ached to touch yourself, to cum. You tried to resist. "Not in while they watch," you tried to think, but it was fuzzy. Strained. You noticed that the demons were naked too. Were they always naked? Looking them only made you hornier, so you tried to look away, but the image of their cocks was buried in your mind. Without thinking, you began to touch yourself, and by the time you noticed, it felt so good that you didn't care.

Against your will, small whimpers escaped your mouth. It felt so fucking good. The noises you made riled up the demons, spurring them to get off too. Cum shot through your bars, covering you, making you feel so warm. Why couldn't you cum? You were so close, so fucking close, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get over the edge. You began to beg. "Please," you whined. "Please let me cum."

Eventually, your hands became too tired to continue and fell to your sides. You lay at the floor of your cage, covered in the cum of a dozen demons, unable to orgasm but so desperate. You didn't care anymore. You needed it. So you pushed yourself against the bars and let them fuck you, their cocks taking turns inside you, filling you with more and more cum. Cocks appeared in front of you too, right before your face, and, without thinking, you began to suck them. God, it was so hard to think with their cocks so deep inside you. But you still couldn't cum.

Eventually, they all had their fill and left you, broken and desperate and unsatisfied, squirming on the floor of your cage in a pool of cum, which you brainlessly began to lap up. Soon enough, a familiar form appeared and opened your cage. You crawled out and immediately offered your throat to the Devil Lord, too dazed to even beg. "My sweet pet," he purred, grabbing your horns. Did you always have horns? "You've been so good. I believe you deserve to cum now." You whimpered in excitement, you tail (tail?) flicking behind you. He led you to a throne where he sat down, stroking his cock. "Have a seat," he said. So you rode him, pushing his cock as deep into you as it would go, screaming as you came again and again, unable to stop bouncing. Your back arched and your wings flared as wave after wave of euphoria ran through you, the sweet release you'd been desperate for for so long.

One year would not be enough. Not nearly.

[slightly-knot-insane]

omfg congrats on your blog! truly deserve it

meanwhile let me get this outta my horny ass

stressed with work, you pray to any god who hears to take your troubles away

demon hears and demon takes

Thank you so much! I hope you'll enjoy my little snippet for you.

[m!demon x gn!reader]

New Acolyte

You've never wanted to be a part of a strict religious cult. You were basically sold into it since your parents were too poor to feed and educate you. And now you spend your best years serving gods you don't even believe in. Even worse, you've been promoted to an acolyte and you run around and serve other members like a slave. You're the youngest and most disobedient - there is always work for such as yourself.

You sigh in front of the altar. Every evening you wipe it with a damp cloth and put three candles on top. Candles are sacred and can only be lit by higher members of the clergy. They pray every morning using these precious candles. They apparently have mystical powers and can fulfil wishes. High priests know what is the best for the clergy and what people need the most so only they can ask for favours from gods.

Your mouth twists into a scowl. What about what you need? These gods don't care that you desire so much more than these dark halls and chanting. This is no life to live!

Checking behind yourself to see if you're truly alone, you light the three sacred candles and kneel, saying your personal prayer. A truly blasphemous one. You are willing to do whatever it takes to escape this life. You don't care which god - if they even exist - does this.

"Just get me out of here!" You hit the floor with your fists, staring into the flames. They flicker once, twice, and a strong gust of wind blows them out.

"I hope you don't mind I'm no god." The voice behind you is deep and husky reminding you of lions purring. "But I can help you with your wish."

You don't dare turn around. Cold sweat covers your brows. You are in danger - something truly sinister is one step behind you. A long red arm emerges in front of you and gently takes you by the chin. "Turn around, young acolyte."

You have to obey. You fall on your soft behind because you tremble too much, but now you can see the creature that visits you. A tall, lean, creature. His eyes are fire and charcoal and his toned body a sinful shade of fresh blood. And he is completely naked.

"You said you would do anything to get out of here." His voice is strange, as if multiple people speak and echo. "I have a request." You are still trembling but you nod your head.

The demon's black and red cock (which you tried oh-so-hard not to stare at) erects as if on command. It is bigger than any human you've seen while sneaking around. So shiny and smooth. "Have you done this before?", he asks you.

You blush. "Only in dreams."

Demon smiles and two rows of extremely sharp teeth make you shiver. "Come here, and let me teach you."

You obediently crawl on the floor and reach the demons legs. His cock smells surprisingly nice, something like burnt caramel. You lick it - unfortunately it doesn't taste like any candy but it's not too bad either. Your inexperienced tongue twirls around the tip and you hesitantly plant kisses along the shaft. Demon strokes your head. "Very good. Now lick your palm and use your hand as well."

You nod again and do as instructed. Your hand moves up and down, jerking off the demon, and your pulse speeds up. It's not only excitement; you feel hot, like you have a fever. Your head and chest are burning. "Good little acolyte." Demon's voice is soft and he is towering you, a happy and terrifying grin on his face.

You are too hot! You have to remove all your clothes or you will melt! Without letting delicious demon cock fall out of your mouth, you remove all your robes and underwear. It barely helps - your skin could ignite any second! But it doesn't matter - this cock, this wonderous organ, exquisite limb - is all you can think about. Making it more wet, making it more hard, pleasuring it faster, more skillfully. Demon moans and his voices echo for a long time. "Acolyte..."

Some ethereal invisible hands touch your hot skin. They fondle your neck, back, nipples, stomach, slide between your thighs. You've never been touched like that. You shake from delight, never for a second letting go of that cock, working on that shaft with all your might. Demon's breath hitches and your mouth gets filled with sweet demon seed. Some of it end up on your naked body and you notice it's red like wine. The invisible hands are gone and you are left without release and soiled, excitement rushing through your veins. You need more.

"Please... Please... Take me... Don't leave me here..."

Demon smiles and touches your cheek with his sharp nail. "You are my acolyte now. I promised you new life. I'm not going anywhere without you."

[playing-with-dax]

You've been edging your demon boyfriend for days, and he's not allowed to touch himself this week. That privilege is yours.

Today he's been begging for release. As a reward for how good he's been, you allow him to grind against a pillow until you come home. But he is not allowed to cum and he cannot use his hands.

Do you think he'll make it?

[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶For Centuries | Demon

Demon who always acts so annoyed when you call for him. Who makes it seem he so bothered by your requests especially the ones he deems “dumb”. Who’d never admit how he has fallen for you over the years of working with you.

The same demon who on a night walking home comes to your rescue when 2 people keep following you. When he heard you call out for him feeling the fear in your voice something ignited in him. He was ready to kill who was ever making you feel that way.

When he came to you scooping you up taking you home, sobbing into his chest. Your body trembling still from how scared you were. His heart thudding when you apologized for bothering him. He tilted your head to look at him giving you one of the most passionate kisses you’ve ever received.

“I’ll always be here for you my little ember, I am sorry if I ever made you feel like you bother me. You’re the highlight of my century” he’d blurting out his words flowing out before his brain could stop him.

Your now demon boyfriend who is making up the time he wasted. Treating you like royalty, spending as much time with you as he can between other works. Brining home such beautiful flowers and surprising you with cute stuffed animals. As soon as he comes home he’s wrapping his arms around you spinning you around as he’s smiling ear to ear. He wont ever admit it to you but those people who followed you home are now suffering in the deepest pits of hell. Chuckling everytime he sees them suffering because unlike you, he knew what they were gonna do to you. And now they have to suffer for all eternity for ever going after the love of his life.

[sister-lucifer]

idk i just think that being called “little one” by a giant demonic being while it holds me in its massive hands would fix like 98% of my issues at least

[kyra0aryk]

Riding a trans girl with a succubus womb tattoo until she cums harder than she ever has.

I slide off her and cuddle up next to her, slowly tracing her tattoo with my finger tips. "so I guess your tattoo summoned me to drain your life away huh, I'll be your little demon and make sure you leave here cursed to my flesh forever," I whisper to her with a a giggle.

[satansdirtiestangel]

Me trying to summon a demon so I can finally get fucked like I deserve ;)

[monstersholygrail]

Demon Priest tells one of the lost lambs of his congregation to go in peace and they thank him endlessly as they leave. The door of the confessional clicks once as it opens and clicks again at its close. A beat of silence fills the wooden box of absolution.

“Now what do you say, little dove?” Demon Priest raps in your ear, his clawed hand still tightly wrapped around your mouth.

When it slips away the first thing to fall past your lips is a cry of ecstasy as Demon Priest’s other hand keeps helping you bounce on his cock. Fat tears fall down your cheeks as he keeps you right on the edge. You don’t know how long you’ve been in here, having lost track of the time, drowning in the feelings coursing through you.

“Thank you, Father,” you murmur, speech slurred as if drunk off his cock. Moans lewdly spill from your mouth now that you’re free to do so, your hips swiveling on his cock to best set your nerves aflame.

Demon Priest chuckles, leaning back against the confessional wall, and watching as your fat pussy eagerly sucks his cock back inside you and splitting you open on his length. He knows you two need to be quiet, the walls are nearly paper thin… but your sweet sounds are more divine than any choir or church bell.

“Always so loud f-for me, fuck, angel,” Demon Priest hisses, his hips jerking forward as if trying to get as deep inside you as inhumanly possible.

You cry out loudly, tears pricking at your waterline. He’s making you feel so fucking good you can barely take it, the pleasure too powerful. How the hell could you keep quiet? Still, your chest pinches with panic, your emotions so all over the place that your tears begin to spill over.

“‘M sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you blubber out through your tears, repeating your apologizes and begging for forgiveness.

Darkness coils through Demon Priests chest, his eyes flashing and face shifting more demonically at the thought of you needing to ask for forgiveness. You’re perfect. A precious gift that can do no wrong. His claws dig into your soft belly and his jaw clenches. In the blink of an eye he’s molding his chest to your back, growling in your ear.

“Never. Apologize,” Demon Priest snarls in your ear, jaw snapping in warning. You shiver as his words wash over you and they make you even more needy for him. “Nothing you ever do could be a sin.”

His large hands wrap around your wide hips, his feet bracing on the ground, and helping him jackhammer his cock up into your sopping pussy. You can feel the truth ring in his words, showing how deeply he believes them. The realization should be concerning but instead you find your back arching into him, head rolling back onto his shoulder so he can sink even deeper along your walls.

Your orgasm builds and builds with each brutal thrust. It’s nearly impossible to stay quiet at this point, your body no longer in your control. Everything is in Demon Priest’s nurturing hands. Your body burns hot with need, the coil in your belly sizzling and ready to snap. It only takes one more solid stroke of his cock and your vision flashes white as your pussy milks his cock for all it’s worth.

A fierce scream is on the tip of your tongue when suddenly the door to the confessional opens once more. Your heart nearly jumps into your throat and a second later Demon Priest is slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you simply can’t stop. He draws you into his broad chest, rocking his hips, and helping work you through your explosive orgasm as you tremble in his embrace.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…” the unknown figure speaks as they sit down on the other side. A wicked grin slides across his lips and your eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight.

Demon Priest doesn’t stop the slow rolling of his hips and your breath catches realizing he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. No, he’s gonna keep working you through each release as he talks his parishioners through each of their sins.

[yourgoodboybaby]

No because actually I do need to get defiled in the choir loft. It's late at rehearsal one night after everyone else has already left and I'm organizing the music library like I always do when I feel something watching me. Need something unholy to creep from underneath the pulpit to teach me a new way to sing. Need to be taken like an offering to be sacrificed, split open by a forked tongue and consumed. Need to be taught worship in a way that it's never been before, greedy and scalding and too close to sin. Need to lose myself slowly as my yelps and cries turn to moans and my fear turns to desire. Need to be used and pounded and broken by something that doesn't care if I can take it or not. Need claws and teeth raking over my flesh as I'm taken, whispers of how sweetly I sing for it in my ear. Need to cum with the taste of fire and brimstone on my tongue and need it to keep going after. Need to be forced to take it so hard that I forget having ever loved a god at all

[dark-moonlust]

The Summoning of Vassago

Commission for anonymous Patreon friend for August 2024! Enjoy! Slots are open!

Pairing: demon oc: Vassago x witch oc: Kestrel

Summary: Kestrel, a white witch, struggles to sleep because of a spell book filled with dark magic. After having a vivid dream about a mysterious man with brilliant orange eyes, she discovers the book on her bed, despite leaving it in her office. Unable to resist, she casts the spell, summoning Vassago, a strong demon who promises to grant her deepest wishes.

Warnings: minors don't interact, NSFW, explicit smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, size kink and big 🍆, lots of 💦, mating bite.

Kestrel tossed and grumbled as visions, powerful and unsettling consumed her sleep. A man chased her in her dreams, tall and handsome, his presence so strong it made her feel heated throughout. It felt so real. He caught her, trapping her in his embrace. He had dark hair and eyes that burned with an orange glow. A grin on his handsome lips, he held an ancient spell book and pointed to a specific page and cryptic symbols. His captivating eyes prompted her to look closer, and she did.

Eyes snapping open, she jolted awake, her forehead sweaty, her heart racing. A strange heat burned deep inside her. Magic, pure and primal flew through her, crackling beneath her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned and saw the spell book on the bed beside her. She stared at it in disbelief. She could swear she had left it in her office, locked away.

Yet there it was, sitting innocently, open on the same page as the stranger had shown her in her dream.

Chills spread throughout her skin.

The night was strangely silent, the air dense with a tension she couldn't shake.

She had not expected her dreams to be absorbed by the spell book she had brought home from the library. The book buzzed with black magic, and she intended to safeguard the innocent by bringing it home for safekeeping. She could withstand bad magic since she was a white witch, strong and surrounded by the bright light of good magic.

But now, after the dream and the unexpected movement of the book, she wasn't so sure. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself, but as soon as her eyelashes slid shut, she saw him. He appeared again, towering and powerful, his eyes piercing through her like before. Kestrel’s eyes snapped open, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She glanced at the book and the heat inside her grew stronger, almost unbearable. It was as if her own magic was boiling beneath her skin, demanding release.

Kestrel hesitated, biting her lip as energy sizzled from the book. It spoke her name in a deep voice that only she could hear and understand. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the page of her dream. The symbols came from an ancient script she didn't identify, but she comprehended every word. Her heart thudded, her core clenched as she focused on the name written across the page:

Vassago.

When her fingertips touched the name, a burst of magic passed through her. She gasped and her body lit up with power, a raw and uncontrollable force rolling through her. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt.

Dangerous. It was dangerous. He was dangerous.

The demon Vassago, the demon of temptation, able to make one’s wildest fantasies and desires come true. He wasn't simply a demon, but a supreme being with enormous power, the kind witches like her were warned never to summon. According to legend, strong sorcerers sacrificed their lives to confine Vassago in the book for seeking a forbidden treasure.

But now, it was too late. The book was crumbling, its magic unleashed, the demon half-released.

The heat inside her intensified, leaving her feeling achingly empty. Her magic burned with the desire to be released, and the more she fought, the more it clawed at her insides, demanding that she cast the spell and let it go. Before she could stop herself, she was reciting the spell. The air in her small bedroom thickened as the magic around her swirled like a storm, gathering in intensity. The shadows deepened and only the light from the full moon cast shafts of light through the deepening darkness.

And then, he appeared.

Vassago emerged from a circle of shadows, his dark presence dominating the room and dwarfing her form. Dark hair fell on his shoulders, whisps cascading over his angular face, and those eyes—those exact flaming orange eyes from her dream—gazed at her with fierce intensity. And bloody hell, he was naked, his body sculpted like stone, every muscle defined and rippling under his dark skin.

Kestrel gulped, unable to take her gaze away from him, his bulging cock, and heavy balls. He was huge in every way and his bits were just as provocative. His dick was long, thick and throbbing, the girth of it covered in ridges. The great demon stood at the foot of her bed, his lips twisted into a knowing smile as if he'd been waiting for this moment.

“You called for me,” he said in a deep husky voice. “And I came." 

Kestrel remained breathless, her magic humming beneath her skin as she met his gaze. She tried to resist, fight him, but his power and presence engulfed her, drawing her in and drowning her senses. She wasn’t afraid as she should have been but instead, she felt… excited. Thrilled. Aroused. In need.

Vassago crawled onto her bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip. “You summoned me, my treasure. And I shall fulfill your deepest desires,” he said in a low, seductive murmur. “Shall we begin?”

“No!” The very word hurt her soul. Kestrel denied the agony and grabbed the covers, trying to ignore the heat in his body. He was only inches away from her curled form. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she stammered. “Go away… please…”

Yet, even as she spoke the words, something inside her shifted, unleashing a knot of desire deep in her core. Her magic, wild and untamed, flared inside her, wetness pooling in her pussy. She had never before been so aroused, every inch of her body so achingly alive with need. And the delicious heat of him was overwhelming, it made her rub her thighs, unable to control herself. 

“Your body says what your heart is reluctant to accept.” Vassago crawled to her, his big body caging her in. “You can’t deny what you truly want, Kestrel.”

Kestrel's pulse quickened, and she shook her head, but she did not react when he dragged away the covers. She only sighed pleasurably, desiring his touch on her. It felt so good to be touched by him. Vassago’s smile widened, his sharp fangs glinting as he trailed his fingertips over her clothed shoulders. She shivered and looked at him, her face flushed.

“I can feel it, Kestrel,” he whispered, his mouth poised over her lips. He didn’t touch her, but his breath scalded her. “You called for me—your soul, your body, your magic… they crave me.”

“I can’t…” she muttered, her hands shaking into fists at her sides. “I can’t let you in.”

“You don’t have to fight it. Let go, my treasure. Let me give you what we’ve both been denied. All you have to do is say yes.”

The moment he lowered his head and took her lips, a low, needy whimper escaped her. Kestrel’s heart and body betrayed her. He claimed her mouth, his tongue coaxing it open so that his tongue could slip inside. Kestrel moaned and clutched his chest, nails digging into the hard muscles as he fed her his tongue, thrusting it into her mouth. Their tongues danced and mated, her magic leaping to meet his and merging.

“Say yes?” he asked, peppering moist kisses on her neck.

“Yes…” Kestrel whispered, finally giving in. Her soul wanted him.

Her body trembled at his touch, a swirling tempest of desire and lust urging her onward. He took action, pushing his fingers into her hips as he lowered her down, his strong body covering hers. Skillful hands tugged at her clothes until she was fully exposed to his eyes. She shuddered, biting her lip as he took his fill of her, his gaze kissing her naked body.

“Kestrel…” he whispered, entranced.

His mate was a vision of soft, natural beauty; flushed and needy, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds, her honey-blonde hair fanning over the sheets. Lips soft and pink from his kisses. Breasts round and pert, nipples taut and begging to be suckled. Thighs soft and creamy and in between, the prettiest, most glistening pussy that seemed to glow with its own magic.

His lips crashed against hers and she melted under him, her legs opening, her arms wrapping around his neck. Big hands cupped her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples causing Kestrel to whine. Mouth leaving her mouth, he wetted one nipple then shifted to the other. He suckled them loudly while his free hand opened her thighs and draped them over his bulging thighs.

Trickles of arousal oozed out of her pussy and in a heartbeat, he was devouring it, head between her legs, his warm mouth fastened over her cunt. Kestrel squirmed but his hands held her in place. She could only whine as he swirled his wicked tongue, lapping up her essence. The demon feasted on her, then settled on her clit while thrusting a thick finger inside. She saw stars, she floated in a sky of pleasure and came with unbidden cries, her orgasm more explosive than anything she had ever felt before.

He didn’t stop.

One finger became two, two became three, spreading her hole wider. The pressure on her clit increased, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her. It was too much but she arched into his touch, every fiber of her being desperate for him to fill her. Frantic, Kestrel reached down and grasped his hot cock with both palms. The demon growled appreciatively as she traced the thick girth of him. His shaft was very warm and velvety, the ridges everywhere, even on the round weeping head.

“Finally,” Vassago sighed, rising to his knees, while she held his cock like a rod in her small palms. “Put me inside you little pussy, mate.”

Shaking with need, Kestrel aligned his throbbing cock to her entrance. The head pulsed again her soaked folds, opened them and speared inside. Her spine curled as he rolled his hips and every inch of him filled her up. He was so thick and long but he didn’t hurt her, didn’t tear her flesh. Their combined magic protected her. His dick invaded her, buried itself deep within her.

Breathing fast, Kestrel kissed him. She felt him everywhere, around her, within her, his magic and soul one with her. He kissed her back, primal groans and moans leaving him as he claimed his soulmate, his treasure. His massive frame curved around her, protectively as he pounded into her. Kestrel accepted him completely; she was so wet that his cock slipped in and out of her with ease, the plap-plap of their bodies echoing through the room.

"You are mine now. My treasure has been found," he drawled, licking her nipples, propelling her higher and higher.

“Yours,” Kestrel said breathlessly, her tits bouncing with each powerful stroke. Eyes shutting tightly, she came again, pussy seizing around his shaft, her cries reverberating in the room.

Vassago drank in her melodic moans while fucking her, lifting her legs and opening her up fully. He marveled at her little slit being stretched by his cock, her wetness soaking his balls and thighs. He rubbed her cute clit, holding her hostage to his touch while she struggled and cried. A slave to pleasure.

His ridged cock caressed her sensitive walls, slamming back and forth with a force that pushed the air out of her lungs. Vision fading, Kestrel came again, her insides fluttering around his thrusting cock. A whimpering mess, she clutched him for dear life and accepted his fierce kiss.

He followed then, plunging to the hilt and flooding her. He spurted load after load of wet heat, filling her up for minutes on end. And when he was finished, he moved their bodies to the side, his muscled body fitting against her softness, and stayed buried deep inside, his cock pulsing up her belly.

“Yes,” he breathed softly against her ear. “My beautiful mate, in my arms, filled with my cock. They tried to take me away from you. They tried but you found me. You found me, my treasure.”

“Who did this? Who hurt you?” Kestrel asked. She knew he was telling the truth. She had been drawn to that book, to him, for a reason.

“Sorcerers of the light. They thought they could keep me trapped in that damned book,” he explained as his hands found hers, intertwining their fingers. “They feared what we would be together—the power we would wield. You, a witch of light, and me, a demon of darkness. You were a treasure I was never supposed to have. But none of that matters now. Because you found me.”

“I am your treasure? Truly?”

“Hmm… you are my treasure, Kestrel. The other half of my soul. My mate,” he drawled, his molten orange eyes burning with something more than just lust.

Everything made sense. Kestrel felt her magic ignite in answer, and her heart swelled with strength and love. The demon had claimed her, and all she wanted to do was give in. Angling her head, her lips found his in a blazing collision of hunger and need. Vassago groaned, his hard cock throbbing inside her, thrusting lazily. His body pressed harder against hers, his palms fondling her sensitive breasts. They moved together, slowly, enjoying every second of their union.

“Mine,” he whispered against her lips, his cock stealing away her breath. “My mate. My equal. My love. No magic, no force can keep me from you. And I am yours. Forever.”

Kestrel pulled back from the kiss just enough to meet his eyes. “I feel it too. The bond. The need. The love. I can’t bear the thought of being away from you. Vassago, you are my mate. I accept you fully.”

Growling, his lips moved lower, brushing against her neck, his fangs trailing the smooth skin. “We’ll never be apart. I will tear apart the realms to keep you by my side.

And then he bit, his fangs sinking into her skin and claiming her forever and irrevocably as his. The mate of Vassago. The demon’s treasure. Kestrel moaned in pain and bliss and convulsed around his thrusting cock. She succumbed to him and to the bond they shared. They were united by fate, love, and something far more than each of them could have imagined. And that was all that mattered.

THE END

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Cream Filling: Chapter One

Warning: Use of drugs and dubcon.

(MC is dosed with an aphrodisiac and is all too willing... But you know)

This was originally posted on A03 and is my most popular work, so I thought I'd put it here.

I hope you enjoy.

Lightning flashed overhead, lighting up pitch black streets for an instant. Elle Shepard nearly slipped on a horribly placed patch of mud. Windmilling, she caught a streetlight and came to a stop. A crack of thunder made her let go. Another bolt struck, enveloping the buildings and pavement in a brightness that was almost blinding, before a loud boom shook the windows.

Finally, she came upon a neon sign, showing a drink being shaken, then poured into a martini glass. The glass then changed to a coffee mug, the shaker into a pitcher. The words read: Ramses Brew, Bar and Café.

Pushing open the door, Elle stepped inside and pulled down the hood of her raincoat. Closing her umbrella, she stuck it in the container with the rest. Music played, pool balls cracked, conversations blurred together in one continuous hum. A bartender passed out drinks, moving with inhuman speed.

Walking up to the bar, Elle took a seat on the stool near the end. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a stack of papers and set them on the polished wood.

“What will it-” The bartender flinched at her, their nostrils flaring. Their voice sounded like many people talking at once.

“Oh, you’re the human.” They reached into their pocket and pulled out a phone. Tapping on the screen, they sent a quick message and put it away. They dropped their voice and leaned in closer to her. “Sorry, our drinks are a little too strong for your kind.”

They were most likely a demon, with horizontal lined pupils and a pair of antlers. Their sunken face showed a skeletal structure that was more deer than human, with a slight brown fuzz instead of fur. Their hands were coal black, their fingers tapering off to a clawed end.

“Can I just have water?” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart fluttering. Focus! The job was more important than a one night stand.

“Of course.” They bowed their head, before going to a new arrival at the bar.

Sighing, Elle debated pulling her hood back up when she felt the eyes on her. No, she’d have to get used to the stares if she wanted to get this job. A human woman, with dark hair and hazel eyes, wearing dress pants and a button up peach blouse. No horns, fangs, scales, or a tail. Not even markings that would signal she was a mage or tied to someone with magic. 

Swinging her leg back and forth, Elle sipped at her water, looking around the bar. There was a pair of trolls playing pool. A pair of drow were in the corner, looking like they were discussing more… Intimate plans. A human looking man sat on the couch, a cane between his legs. A spread of cards were on the table in front of him, small black wisps curling around them. He seemed to be the shortest occupant, he was probably a head and shoulders taller than her. 

“Ms. Elodie Shepard?” The voice made her turn.

An angular face stared at her. It was human in appearance, but black scales appeared like freckles, shimmering in the low light. A pair of ram horns curled around cheeks, the ends sharpened and looking ready to puncture anything that got near them. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and a red vest, with a black tie. He was young, appearing to only be in his early to mid 30s.

“Yes!” Elle held out her hand. The speaker took it in shimmering black hands that were very large compared to his body. They left a residue on her skin that she tried to discreetly wipe off when he turned around, looking at the loft above. "But please, call me Elle." 

“Let’s go talk more privately.” He walked to the bottom of the stairs, unclipping a chain that indicated the area was closed until the morning.

Elle nodded and followed him. Stepping aside, he allowed her to go first and clipped the sign back in place. Once the links were formed, a small bit of magic rumbled through the floor, making Elle’s knees weak. Gripping the handrail, she kept herself from falling and quickly climbed up.

Once they were in the loft, Ramses clapped his hands and a few candles lit. The light was warm and calming. There were a few couches set up, with a coffee table between each pair facing one another.

Taking a seat, Elle set her papers on the table and cleared her throat. Even with the water, there was still a tickle in her throat.

“Alright,” The man sat down. “So, as you may know, this is my business. Ramses Sesbrun.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “I appreciate you coming out so late, but since demons don’t do so well in sunlight…” He shook his hand back and forth like he was tipping a scale. “I still have a limited staff, so I don’t have much of a day shift.”

Elle nodded. “It’s fine. I’ve got this.” She reached into her shirt and pulled out a silver chain, with wire wrapped around an obsidian stone.

Ramses flinched at the charm, before clearing his throat. Elle quickly stuffed it into her shirt and shuffled her papers.

“Alright. So as you may have noticed, we have a bit of a uniform.” He gestured to his attire. “It doesn’t matter if you prefer skirts or pants, just make sure it’s got a white button up shirt under your apron and a tie or scarf.” Inhaling sharply, he adjusted his glasses again. “We have a very diverse staff. If you do get the job, expect to work with all kinds of people.”

Elle simply nodded. “I know it is probably a strange thing, getting a human to apply.” The thought of being around so many demons and patrons of the “other side”, it was somewhat exhilarating.

“A little. But your safety is promised here,” Ramses insisted. “I’ll do what I can to make sure that you and your fellow employees are comfortable in this environment. Everyone here is just looking for a place to unwind.” He smiled at her, showing his teeth were fangs.

Shifting uncomfortably, Elle gave a smile. Those fangs looked like they could leave some decent hickeys. Wait, no, she had to remain professional. “Erm, not to sound too forward, but the job posting mentioned pay?” Right. Stay professional.

“Oh, right.” Ramses picked up a staff of his own papers from a table next to the couch. Flipping through the stack, he left small black thumbprints on each page. No wonder he needed help with the kitchen and other places. He probably couldn’t even touch the food he served his customers.

Finally, he stopped at what he was looking for. “I know the pay is high, but that means I’ll be expecting more from you. But if what I’ve heard about humans is correct…” His cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to rely on stereotypes, but I know humans are known for getting things done faster.” He clicked his mouth closed, not wanting to insert his foot into his mouth.

“Then you’ll be happy to know I fall into that!” Elle said quickly, hoping her tone didn’t sound too desperate. “I promise I’ll be fast and get the work done!” She clasped her hands together. “I just really… Need a job.” A job that seemed to offer a lot of eye candy...

Ramses nodded, taking her papers and flipping through them. “I’ve already read what you sent me, but I just want to make sure…”

He made a couple more noises of affirmation, before setting the now spotted pile down. “I don’t know if you’ll have a uniform on standby, but I think we might have something in your size. If you are willing to come in tomorrow, then I can have Wrecks and Horac show you the ropes.” Tapping a finger to his lips, Ramses’ brows knit together. “You don’t have Arachnophobia, do you?”

*** “Welcome to Ramses!” Elle called out, bowing her head. When she straightened, she ignored the look of befuddlement from the new arrivals. “Just two?”

After seating the pair, she bid farewell to some patrons as they left. They acknowledged her, but seemed more confused than anything else in her presence. When the door closed behind them, she went to quickly clean their table.

Despite looking bulky, the maid outfit they had provided her was light and cool, with a long skirt, deep pockets in the apron. She’d brought her own tights and comfortable shoes. Her hair was tied into a pair of buns to keep it out of her face.

The morning rush was a surprise. Most demons were supposed to be unable to walk in sunlight, but that didn’t stop the clientele from coming in, carrying parasols, charms to protect them, and even wrapping themselves in bandages.

The newly arrived pair were dragonborn, who had quickly fallen into an in depth discussion about maidens and maids. When she approached them with her notepad, pencil to the paper, they quickly quieted.

“Can I recommend one of our Ashburnt Scones?” She asked. “They’ve got an arsenic glaze!”

After taking down their order, Elle quickly scampered to the kitchen and placed the paper on the counter.

“A pair of Coalpressed Muffins with Ashen Dustings!” She called out.

The Drider at the stove nodded, pulling out some blood red pancakes with a tar like topping that he set on plates, the two smaller legs at his waist doing small clean up details. A pair of triple lens spectacles balanced on his nose, which he was constantly adjusting to allow a different pair of eyes to see. Despite his name being “Wrecks” he actually seemed rather dexterous and nimble.

The second was the boarman, Horac, who was frying several cuts of meat and eggs. He seemed immune to the open flames, casually reaching across them to turn over a large slice of ham. Elle tried to not think too hard about the implications.

“Breakfast rush is almost over, rookie.” He said, his voice barely audible over the chaos of the kitchen.

“Thanks!” She took the plates and lined them up on trays, before rushing back out to the main room with the orders.

“I can’t believe a real life human is here,” A goat headed man said as she passed.

“I know. And so fast, too.” Their companion appeared human, but their teeth were too sharp. Enough to pass the line from sexy to frightening.

Just smiling, Elle passed over their food, which they quickly began to ravenously tear into. The remarks, while strange, seemed mostly positive.

By the time the morning rush was over, Elle’s feet were killing her. She collapsed into a chair once the last customer left.

“Elle, can you tell Ram I’m coming in late tomorrow?” Horac said, not giving further details as he went out the back. The bell chimed as he left.

“Sure.” She merely lifted her hand to give a wave he wouldn’t see.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Wrecks said, his voice jolting through her. He hadn’t spoken all morning, only cooked and passed the orders to Elle. The dishes and counters were clean, so she wasn’t going to complain.

Once the ache had mostly gone, she got up and went to change the menus over. The bell chimed again when her back was turned, and she quickly turned back around.

The newcomer had silvery hair, a pair of fox ears twitching on his head. His eyes were closed, his mouth pulled into a vulpine grin.

“Welcome to Ramses!” She tried to pour in the sugary sweetness that customers loved. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Hopefully, Wrecks wouldn’t mind serving up breakfast still. “So, he did have a human on his payroll.” The new patron muttered to himself. “How quaint.” A bushy silver tail waved behind him.

Elle felt herself blushing. “Can I get you anything? Our Blasterjelly rolls are a customer favorite, along with our Hadesfire Pomegranate Tea.” She reached for a menu to shove in his hands. His gaze seemed focused on her, despite his eyes being closed.

“No,” He held up his hand. “Thank you. You served my friend earlier.” Reaching into his sash, he pulled out a box about the length of his hand, the width of two put together. “He’s too shy to show his gratitude in person, so he sent me in his stead.”

Setting the box on the podium, he turned on his heel and gave a backward wave, the bell chiming as he left.

Frowning, Elle used her pen to open the corner of the box. Inside, she saw a small flat pastry, the side of one showing a beet colored paste. Picking it up, she realized they were covered with powdered sugar. Setting it back down, she closed the box and stuffed it under the podium. How odd she’d been given a human friendly dessert.

“Ready for round two?” Wrecks asked when he came back in, wiping his hands on a towel.

“You know it!” She brushed back her hair, pushing the fox man out of her mind.

The bell chimed, a trio of trolls coming through, looking like they’d gotten off a construction job. A goat headed woman burst through the door behind them, looking frazzled. By the end of the second shift, Elle was nearly laying on the table. Her feet and back ached, her hair was a mess, and the uniform was rumpled.

“And my favorite part of the day…” Wrecks said, flipping the sign to indicate they were closed until the bar opened. He laughed to himself as he went to tally up the totals.

“Count this for me to make sure my math is right.” Taking the cash from the drawer, Wrecks slid it to her. He poured himself a sludge looking coffee, enough steam and heat coming off it to fog up his spectacles. Sweat trickled down his brow.

Elle’s stomach growled, and she found herself blushing. While his lower half made her nervous, his upper half was certainly handsome.

Right. Focus.

“Oh, right.” Wrecks paused. “You can’t…” He struggled to find the words. “Eat anything on our menu, can you?”

“Not without getting violently ill,” Elle admitted, before remembering the podium. “Oh! Right!” Rushing to it, she pulled out the box. “I was going to pack my lunch, but I woke up late!” She’d actually slept in her car because she was terrified of missing her first shift. It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting for her at home. And driving nearly half an hour both ways seemed like a poor use of her time.

Sitting next to the money, she took out one of the cakes and took a bite. Powdered sugar flew around her in a cloud, sending residue all over the uniform.

Keeping the cake in her mouth, she nursed at the paste and counted out the cash, keeping notes. Once she finished, she paused over the calculations and finished eating. Then, she quickly ate a second, barely tasting it as it went down.

“Get some actual food,” Wrecks chided. “I can smell the sweetness from here. Where did you get that if you didn’t pack your lunch?”

“Apparently one of the customers really liked my service and gave me a gift.” Elle shrugged. She looked down at her tips for the day, her breath catching in her throat. How much money did this damned clientele have!? Pulling out her wallet, she quickly signed off on the amount and collected it. Looking down at her uniform, she excused herself to the bathroom.

There was no way she was going to risk getting it dirty and looking unprofessional. If she was going to be making money like this every day, she was going to take this job seriously. Going to the restroom, she did what she could to clean up her uniform. No way was she going to take a dock in her pay to pay for the outfit.

Her face felt hot. Slipping off the apron, she unbuttoned her blouse and splashed water on herself. Looking in the mirror, she saw her cheeks and neck were crimson. The blush spread even further, hidden by her shirt.

Slipping off her blouse, she stared at the sleeveless shirt, which only showed off more of her flushed skin. It was still hot, but more bearable. And she was NOT undressing more. Splashing her face again, she got her hair damp. Slicking back her loose bangs, Elle took in a deep breath.

When she walked out, she saw Wrecks looking at the cakes. Holding one between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed it. The paste oozed out, dripping onto his fingers. He had his phone to his ear, waiting for someone to answer.

Elle was about to complain he’d ruined part of her gift, but his expression was serious. It sent a twinge of worry through her, followed by another hot flash. This one made her head spin, and she quickly sat down.

“Where did you get these?” His voice was sharp.

“Some guy dropped them off. Um… Foxy.” She started to recall his face, but all it did was cloud her mind with other details she’d overlooked. The way his collar bone peeked out over his robe. How veiny and strong his hands looked. His lips, perfectly glossy, the fangs peeking out with his grin.

“Shepard?” Wrecks asked.

“Hmm?” She smacked her cheeks to try and refocus. “Where was I again?”

Before Wrecks could answer, the person on the other end picked up.

“Yeah.” Wrecks tossed her a damp towel.

Wiping it across her sweaty skin, Elle began to inhale deeply. She felt hot all over, her body starting to shake. Every fiber of her clothing brushed against her, scraping her raw.

“I’m sure it was him,” Wrecks’ voice sounded like it was coming from the other end of a tunnel. “Bet my first born on it. I could smell fuckery on the box.” He looked over to Elle, licking his lips nervously. “She seems fine now, but I don’t want to touch her, could you get a hold of a human doctor?” He paused, nodding along with the speaker, small grunts escaping his mouth.

“Alright.” He hung up, inching closer to Elle.

“That was Ramses. He’s on his way.” He pulled another towel off the counter and soaked it in icy water, before passing it to Elle. “Those cakes were laced with… Something.” He frowned, brows coming together.

“I guess it was Tanpopo’s way of saying hello…”

“Who?” Although Elle was sure she had a good idea who the Drider spoke of. Her insides twitched, needing to be filled. Sweat trickled down her neck and back. Slowly, she laid down in the booth, her legs facing the wall.

“An asshole who runs the bakery down the road.” Wrecks jerked his thumb behind him. “He thought it would be funny to “prank,” He added air quotes. “Some of our staff last year by spiking some cakes and tea with Hellfire Mint.” Three pairs of eyes watered at the memory. “Most of them were fine, but one of our hosts got sent into early labor and had to go to the hospital.”

Fanning herself with a menu, Elle panted. “I wish I’d been warned.”

“Well, there hadn’t been any problems since then,” Wrecks explained. “Horac was a pretty decent deterrent.”

Elle’s mouth was suddenly dry. The heat was becoming unbearable. Her legs refused to budge, each breath making another flash of arousal go through her. “I’ll get you some water.” Wrecks excused himself, quickly coming back with a glass. He passed it to her. “Now, I’m not sure how long this is supposed to last, but Ramses seemed pretty sure he knew what it was.”

Their hands touched. Elle let out a cry, dropping the glass. She shook, nearly convulsing as the need seized her.

Wrecks jumped back, his legs skittering across the floor, unable to gain traction.

Elle was on her feet, grabbing the front of his vest and pulling him to her. Their lips nearly brushed.

“No no no no no no!” He said rapidly, using his front legs and arms to push her away. “It’s flattering, but you are in no condition to be initiating this!”

His skin was scalding hot against hers. She grabbed his clothing so tight she thought it would rip. Pulling him close again, she ignored the impact of his front legs against her skirt.

“I’m terribly sorry, Shepard.” Wrecks said, before she suddenly couldn’t move.

Looking down, she saw she was covered with white bindings. Webbing kept her still, binding her legs together below the knees, and her arms below the elbows. He then pushed her back into the booth.

The bell chimed. Nostrils flaring, Elle thrashed around to try and sit up as the scent of Demon hit her.

“Oh, thank Arachne.” Wrecks backed away. “You made good time.”

“Of course.” Ramses' voice thundered in her ears. Elle’s lips parted slightly as she continued to wriggle around, trying to get free of her bindings. “Leave us. This is easier if there’s only one target.”

Wrecks didn’t have to be told twice. He picked up his scant belongings and quickly scampered out the door.

Ramses stood in front of the booth, his crotch the perfect height for-

And he was gone.

The door locked.

Then, he was back.

“You’ve ingested Asmodeus Fruit,” He explained, pulling out a knife. “Better known as Lustberries.” Looking at the blade, he set it down on the table. “Hold still.” His visible skin was wrapped in bandages. To protect him from the sun?

The order made Elle still, the only movement was her shaking with desire.

“I’m going to cut you loose. But you have to promise me you’re not going to jump on me. Okay?”

Despite the words barely registering, Elle nodded, her body still trembling.

Ramses cut the bindings, his bandaged hands brushing against her. Unlike with Wrecks, it didn’t send a jolt through her. But his scent, the way he panted with exertion… She found herself leaning forward.

“KNIFE!” He yelled, shoving her back. His hand hit her protective charm, and both of them went flying back. She hit the wall hard, and he slid into the front counter in front of the kitchen. Wincing, he slowly got back up, rubbing the back of his head.

“Are you okay?” Her legs were still bound. She started to climb out of the booth.

“Stay!” He commanded, getting up.

Elle’s legs became weak, and she nearly face planted on the floor. Catching herself, Elle held onto the corner of the table. Her charm hung low. 

Ramses rushed over, cutting her legs free.

“Now. Listen.” He shook his finger in her face.

Nodding, Elle leaned forward.

“Go to the loft.”

She rose up, the charm snagging on the corner of the table, the wire wrapping coming undone and the stone falling to the ground, sliding under the booth. 

Her feet slapped against the floor, she nearly tripped over the chained sign as she ran. But she was up the stairs, lungs and chest heaving. Collapsing onto the couch, she felt the heat rolling over again, almost unbearable. Clothes continued to rake against her skin so roughly she thought it would make her bleed. Her hands went to her top, trying to pull it off.

“Okay, Elle. I need you to listen to me.” Ramses said, coming up in the loft. “Normally this stuff wears off after a few hours. But it’s demon fruit, so humans suffer-” He let out a surprised noise as Elle rushed over to him.

When her hands touched his shirt, she realized he wasn’t wrapped under his clothes. Working her fingers through the gaps between his buttons, she touched her fingertips to his bare chest. The heat of his skin made her shudder.

Dropping to her knees, she started to unbuckle his belt.

“Elle!” He said sharply. “Hold on!” Grabbing one of her buns, he held her head in place. Lips parted, she looked up. Panting, she reached for him. Despite denying her advances, his erection was growing quickly.

“Here.” He pulled out a vial, a white liquid inside. “Drink this first. I know it’ll be nasty, but-” As he spoke, the white liquid suddenly yellowed and seemed to become crusty.

She grimaced.

“I know. But the other cure is… Not ideal.” He offered her the vial. Uncorking the top, he pressed the glass to her lips.

Slowly, he tilted it. Once the liquid touched Elle’s lips, foul gelatinous sludge tried to worm its way into her mouth. Pulling back, she sputtered and coughed. Eyes watering, she shook her head.

There was glass breaking, and the liquid spilled all over the floor. The fog was gone, but Elle suddenly felt so hot she started to claw at her clothes.

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Ramses grabbed her arms, straddling her. His erection dug into her as he pinned her to the floor.

“Elle, listen to me.” His breath was warm against her skin, caressing skin, the wetness from it sliding down her body. 

Closing her eyes, Elle thrust against him. Ramses let out a distressed yelp, before gripping her tighter.

“Fuck me…” She moaned, rubbing against him. A wet spot was left on Ramses pants, although she wasn’t sure if it was from him or her.

It was getting so hot she felt like she was going to pass out, black spots filling her vision. Her clothes felt like they were tearing large chunks of her skin off.

“I’m… So sorry.” Ramses picked her up off the floor, setting her down on the couch.

“For what?” She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down. Their lips almost touched, but he turned his face so she kissed his horn.

“You’re in no state of mind…” He knelt between her legs. “Just let me try something.” Taking her tights, he clumsily pulled them down. Catching the waist of Elle’s panties, Ramses left her completely bare. At the sight, averting his eyes, Ramses cheeks turned crimson.

“Yep…” He struggled to find the words. “That’s certainly Asmodeus fruit.”

Elle touched herself, spreading the soaking lips wide. Grinding against the couch, she felt herself drenching the fabric.

“Okay.” Ramses draped her legs over his shoulders. “I’m going to try something. If it doesn’t work, then we have one option left.”

Elle nodded, but her mind was buzzing. Grabbing Ramses by the hair, she shoved him into her drenched folds. Whatever response he had was muffled, making her shiver.

His tongue began to trace her lower lips, before he slipped it inside. Ellen held his head in place, biting her lips as he continued to lick. Reaching up, he seized her thighs and spread her legs wider. His breath made her tingle.

Closing her eyes, Elle focused on the sensation, the heat now concentrating in her lower half. Ramses’ head bobbed back and forth, the sounds of licking and sucking so loud in the empty loft. She let out several moans, trying to lock her legs around his head.

Keeping her legs open, Ramses continued to lick, before exposing her clit and swirling his tongue around it. Elle moaned, releasing his hair and grinding against his face. “Come for me, Elle.” He groaned into her, his breath so warm. “Come for me, please.”

Letting her head lull back, Elle moaned and grabbed the couch tight enough to feel the fabric start to rip. She felt the orgasm start to build, each lick eliciting another cry from her. Eyes watering, she nearly screamed when Ramses plunged his tongue inside.

But before she could release, it was like slamming into a brick wall. White filled her vision as the heat became a searing pain. A scream escaped her and she shuddered, falling to the side.

“S-stop…” She panted, tears streaming down her face. “It… It hurts.”

Ramses pulled back, his bandages around the lower half of his face now loose. They were soaked with Elle. Small bits of skin were visible. Despite the pain in her lower half, Elle grabbed Ramses by the shirt. She then climbed on top of him, rubbing her aching groin over his crotch.

“Fuck me, please.” She begged, continuing to grind against his hardness.

“Hold on.” Ramses pushed the table to the other couch, his glasses askew. Picking Elle up, he placed her on the couch. Unzipping his pants, he let them fall to the ground. His fully erect cock came forth, beads of precum dripping from the tip. Elle leaned forward, wrapping her lips around it.

Ramses let out a surprised moan, knees nearly giving out as Elle sucked. Once the few drops of precum were swallowed, the heat drastically reduced. Panting, Elle pulled back and let her tongue swirl around the tip.

Then, she felt herself blushing. The reality of the situation began to crash around her. Pulling her head back, she quickly let go of Ramses cock and put her hands at her side.

“Um…” The wetness between her legs was almost unbearable. “I’m… Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Ramses panted, sitting down on the table. “It wasn’t your fault. I understand if you want to leave now.”

Elle stared at his cock, swallowing hard. It was glistening with her saliva. She should leave. This was not only inappropriate, but they were both in a bad spot. But her body was literally hurting with need.

“Ramses.” Her face was probably tomato red. What had she just done? Ramses probably thought… “This wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But I should have warned you.” He was attempting to put his dick back in his pants, which seemed to be a challenge.

“Erm…” She prodded her forefingers against one another, biting her lower lip. “This is super inappropriate. But is the antidote for this fruit…” Her voice trailed off as she became more flustered. “You know, demon semen?”

Mutely, Ramses nodded. “I didn’t want you to either get too excited or too disgusted.” He looked up at her when she stood over him. “Because I’ve been told it can be rather potent.”

“So, are you sure you gave me enough of a dose?” She lifted her skirt, showing him her wetness. “Because I would, uh, prefer not to go back to how I was.” Her legs shook, the blush filled her entire body.

Ramses’ eyes went wide, and he took off his glasses, setting them down on the table. “I’m not sure. It’s not an exact science. But…” He was cut off when Elle kissed him, straddling his lap.

“Oh.” He kissed her back, looping his hands around her waist.

“Elle,” He said, his voice muffled by her mouth. His pupils dilated slightly, the blood vessels thickening.

“Hm?” She pulled back, her arms around his neck.

“If you want to wait, the lust will wear off.”

Elle thought about it, but shook her head, “I want to do this.” She nibbled at his exposed skin, hands running up and down the nape of his neck.

“Very well.” He stood, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist.

Setting her back onto the couch, Ramses straddled her, pinning her arms above her head against the armrest.

“Are you still hot?”

She nodded.

Taking Elle’s shirt, he slid it off and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her skirt.

“Aren’t you?”

“Sunlight.” He gestured to the windows.

“Oh.”

“Consider this… Paid overtime.” Nudging her legs open, Ramses lined himself up, prodding against her slit. Each touch made Elle gasp, grinding against him.

Then, he slid inside. Elle gasped, instantly clenching around him. Ramses gripped the back of the couch, letting out a surprised whimper. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust. Once her arms were free, she let her hands explore him.

The touch seemed to encourage him further and he hilted himself.

Elle screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into Ramses’ shirt. Covering her mouth with his, Ramses began to pound into her, each thrust making her see a flash of color.

“God,” He said between thrusts. “You’re so tight.” His breath was warm against her face and neck. Leaning down, he nibbled her neck. “I…” The blush returned to his face.

Elle pulled him back, their lips meeting again. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she let them dance as he found his rhythm and continued to pump back and forth. Each moan encouraged him, and he went harder.

As the thrusts went deeper, Elle cried out, her back arching. She ran her hands down Ramses shirt and vest, the fabric chafing against her skin. Unlike her own clothing, it pushed her closer to the edge, but she felt herself hitting the wall again.

Her breasts began to bounce, and Ramses groaned, his legs and buttock suddenly clenching.

“Please!” She begged, squeezing him tightly. “Finish inside me!”

“Fuck!” Ramses yelped, before he released, the fluid spilling out of Elle. Panting, he shuddered, placing his hands on either side of her head. Sweat trickled down his face. Clenching, he thrust against her as he emptied everything inside.

The orgasm finally came, and Elle clenched, wrapping her legs around his and pulling Ramses close. Shivering, she panted and closed her eyes.

“I think… That’s enough.” He slipped out of her and sat up on the couch, his softening cock still shimmering with her wetness.

Elle shuddered, then slowly sat up, rescuing her shirt from the floor and holding it up to her chest. She was covered with the strange black residue from his hands.

“I am very sorry about that.” Ramses zipped his pants up and buckled his belt. “I completely understand if you want to quit.”

“Umm…” Elle worried at her lower lip. “You see, I didn’t exactly dislike it and I really need this job.” She couldn’t even look at him without blushing.

“I could tell.” Ramses eyes went wide and he put his glasses back on. “Although I’m not sure how much of that was me or the Fruit.” He rubbed his face. “I’m going to kill that fox the next time I see him.”

Elle swallowed hard, thinking of the cakes. “Um, before you get all worked up, shouldn’t you get ready to open the bar?”

Ramses rubbed his face with a sigh. “I’ve got some time.” He looked her over. “I know you live farther away, but do you want to get cleaned up at my place? Er, not that I’m inviting you back over for...” He let the silence hang in the air. 

Sighing, Elle nodded. “One thing at a time. I need to get this ‘antidote’ off me before it leaves a stink.” The scent of sex was already making her dizzy and flushed.

Helping her up, Ramses helped her dress and helped her back down to the main gathering area, collecting the charm from the floor. Stopping at the umbrella holder, he pulled out a parasol and opened it. When he took a few steps outside, he suddenly staggered.

Wrapping his arm around her, Elle helped him walk.

“It’s not too far," Ramses explained. “Erm, so, about what happened.”

“My lips are sealed,” Elle mimed locking her lips and throwing away a key. “As long as you don’t tell the others about me trying to blow you. And everything else.”

Ramses stifled a noise and looked away. “It’s fine. Just erm… Expect a bonus on your first check.”

“A bonus?” Now she was starting to feel like it was some sort of hush money.

“I take… Very good care of my employees.” Ramses frowned. “It’s hard to keep them on.” Swallowing hard, he sighed. “Elle, what I did back there, I promise I’m not normally like that. I know demons have a reputation for being sinners, but I don’t want you to feel I took advantage.”

“Too bad, I had a lot of fun.” Elle blushed at her words. “Sorry, was that too much?”

Ramses bit at his lip. “No, but I am your boss. I don’t want rumors to spread.”

“I understand.” She felt the rest of the heat finally leave her body, leaving her head clear. “But don’t… ever be afraid to ask. I um, headed after this job for a reason. Not just for the pay.”

Ramses hid his face and nodded.

If every day was going to be like this, then this new job was going to be interesting. She’d have to apologize to Wrecks tomorrow.

At least there was hazard pay.

(You can read part 02 here!)

[lunarluvver]

The Summoning

MINORS DNI

Incubus × fem chubby warlock (nsfw)

TW: demon, anal, oral, double penetration, outdoors sex, blood

Tears streamed down Seraphine's face as she poured the red dyed eggshells in a neat circle all around her. The slight breeze in the clearing scattered the shells a tiny bit as they fell, but once they landed, they didn't go anywhere. As a warlock of high caliber, she had no doubt this would work. Once the pentagram was finished, she stood in the center, chanting while she sliced her thick thigh open, letting crimson blood drip drip drip onto the soil beneath her feet and into the chalace below. The wind picked up and the torches she had placed around her went out as her chanting grew louder. Her long obsidian hair flailed behind her, her arms raised and eyes blazing with the heat of a thousand suns, furious tears still pouring out. She was sick of it all. Sick of the humiliation and rejection and powerlessness of a male society. These thoughts fueled her rage. Soon enough, a purple spark swirled a few feet away, growing and turning into a violet portal charged with demonic energy.

"Yes, YES." Her chanting grew more frantic as she saw a hoof poke out of the portal, followed by a fuzzy leg. Someone, someTHING, was coming out. She had prepared for this. Practiced and studied for years, gathering resources for this moment. The skin. It's skin was a deep grey. This had to be it. She got giddy at the sight and her hand slowly sunk to her nether regions.

The rest of it stepped through, and she was in awe at its horrifying beauty. Standing at 6 or 7 feet tall, he was mostly humanoid, besides his legs. The deep grey skin above his fuzzy digigrade legs was deeply scarred, large rugged hands looking calloused and abused. His face was obviously masculine, bearing a few scars as well. His lips curled into a sneer around top and bottom fangs, the sight of which got her wet instantly. Best of all, his eyes. They were black voids. Nothing at all could be seen in them. The color matched his huge horns, hair, and long slender tail.

He looked her up and down, stretching his muscles. "Another shameless slut calling upon a demon for pleasure the mortal men fail to provide?"

"Yes, Ivorn," she squeaked, one hand rubbing her mound and the other groping her breast, turned on by his deep voice. "I need...I..." it was hard to speak with the tears still coming and her breath ragged in her chest.

The incubus chuckled. "I know what you crave, witch woman." he interrupted, pointing to a large rock nearby. "Lay." He demanded.

She did as he asked, laying herself on the stone, wincing at how cold and rough it felt to her hot skin. The Incubus approached, using both of his hands to stroke two very large cocks, eyeing her hungrily as she rubbed her sensitive clit with both hands. He smirked when he got a very good idea. Before she could react, Ivorn reached out and picked her up by her soft waist and hung her upside down. Her legs were splayed open in front of him, resting on his broad shoulders, her pussy at just the right height to be accessible. The blood rushed to her head as she squirmed and realized what he was doing.

"Whaaa.." She squealed and wriggled

"Settle down, human." His booming voice vibrated her wet pussy, making her hole clench. His lips met her folds but he did not lick, he merely kept talking, teasing her. "You are delicious smelling. Such a treat prepared for me, so soft and sweet."

With every word his lips grazed her sensitive button, his deep voice rumbling her core. His hands squeezed her tummy, making her blush and squeal. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his soft trail of fur above his erect cocks. His nose touched her clit and inhaled deeply as he spoke again. "I will deeply enjoy devouring you." Just as he said that, his long tongue dove into her pussy, probing and curling to hit her gspot, bottom lip teasing her pearl. She moaned and panted, inhaling the intense musk from his groin as she was ravaged. His tongue was replaced by two of his meaty fingers so his lips and tongue could terrorize her clit. She wailed as the orgasms hit her. Juices squirted out of her and dripped down her back and front while she cried out his name. Ivorn used her juices to lubricate her tight ass, sliding one finger first and making his way up to four, prepping her for later. Never had she imagined sex like this, her blank mind frazzled and incapable of thought could only whimper and moan.

"Now, it's my turn." Ivorn flipped her back right side up, making her head feel foggy and her vision go blurry. He sat on the rock, holding her by the waist and guiding her onto his two shafts standing at attention below.

"Is..is it gonna fit?" She asked when the tips touched her holes, gawking at the size.

"Let's find out, shall we." He smirked and made her sink onto them. Each inch was agony, but once she hit the hilt, the demon started thrusting, uncaring of whether she was ready or not. The pain burned away into pleasure and she fully submitted to him. He planted his lips on the woman. She kissed him back and grabbed the base of his horns while she got her guts rearranged. He let out a groan as she pulled on his head, her tongue going inside his mouth to explore. Demons horns were sensitive and she took advantage of them.

"Your holes are the most exquisite I've ever had." He moaned and breathed through gritted teeth as he thrusted up into her, setting her core on fire. "And your body looks," he sighed. "Amazing."

The first climax slammed into her and she buried her face in his neck, biting his shoulder while she moaned out in pain. The feeling of being full in both holes was akin to being in heaven and she squirted all over him, pussy fluttering around his cock. When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her with something resembling tenderness for a moment, quickly replaced with the same lustful indifference from earlier when he saw her watching. His panting and groaning increased in intensity, meaning he was close to climax. She wrapped her arms around his torso in preparation for the final part of her ritual.

He moaned long and hard as his cock unloaded pump after pump of hot cum into her. The feeling was amazing and she almost regretted that she wouldn't be able to do this with him again. A long obsidian blade materialized in her hand behind his back and she whispered into his neck as he climaxed.

"Sorry."

She whispered a chant as her hand went up and then plunged down, sliding right into the middle of his back where his heart should be. He immediately started to dissolve beneath her, shock and anger in his eyes as he realized what she had done. She pulled out the knife and licked the blood off, grinning at him the whole time.

"You fucking bitch." The demon cursed her name.

"Thanks for the power, babe. The sex was good too." She waved cutely as he died.

"I'll be back for you." He growled as the last of his body disappeared.

She felt it as soon as he was gone. The power. The surge. It electrified in her veins and made her body feel as though it was buzzing. From her toes to her hair, she reveled in the mana that coursed through her body. Seraphine couldn't help but be giddy about the whole ordeal. Great sex, lots of power, she aught to do this more often. She got down from the rock, collecting all of her tools and supplies along with her unlit torches, and walked the 5 minutes back to her cottage. She lived alone outside of town. The villagers liked her and all, she just didn't want to be disturbed. She put her supplies back in her hidden cupboard, safe from prying eyes, and went to bed, feeling spent from all the sex, but drunk on power.

PART 2 COMING SOON!

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[playing-with-dax]

Hm. Would your characters ever cover up a bite/hickey they got from their lover? Also, how would they react to a lover trying to cover up a hickey or the hickey fading? -hickey anon (I was bored and wanted to see you in my notifs again so hi!)

Everyone is happy to see their partners left with evidence of their fun 😉

Who wouldn't want to show it off?

None of them would try to cover a mark they received themselves, but Dax would be very flustered to realize a stranger could see it 😊 Verik and Shallow would just be like "...Yes? And?" lol