#is he smoking for the sleepy effects or the opium in poppies?

[moldypoff]

Digging the head shape tho

MY SHAYLLLAAAAAAA

He’s so cute istg

[randynova]

Hello, Randy! Can I make a request? Doma insisting for his s/o to smoke and drink so she can be less tense and relax (and maybe he can get laid) hey thanks a lot! :)

I feel like Doma isn't the type to drink, and if he does, only if it's not that strong. So he doesn't have that much alcohol around him. But!

Opium? That's gonna be a theme here and my boy smokes it. So I hope you enjoy it!

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴜsᴇ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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The bittersweet poppy alkaloids from the opium pipe filled the air in thick clouds of smoke, trickling out the corner's of the demon's mouth as he grinned at his wife. A hazy gaze painted his pale features and his claws firmly rested on your hips, humming in bliss.

It's been hours since you two first started smoking, your husband insisting every few minutes for you to take a drag, teasing, "Oh please, my petal, you'll feel much more relaxed! It won't be as much fun without my sweet wife accompanying me!" With no other choice, you did as he said, the narcotic lulling you as time passed by.

His gleeful voice drifted in the air, still singing a taunt, "Soon you'll feel as well as I…"

Your mind was swamped with fog, lashes fluttering shut as you struggled to stay awake, leaning against your husband in an attempt to not doze off. Yet the warmth he radiated at the moment seemed comforting, your hands finding their way to his chest, and weakly clutching his shirt.

The sight made the demon preen, your touch sending him deeper into a pool of euphoria. The effects of these narcotics the humans used had seemed to amplify his primal desires yet relax his entire body in a way he never thought possible.

"Mm, petal…," Doma whispers, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling the sweet fragrance of oats and fruit. He grazes your covered thigh, slowly tearing at the threads of your kimino, yet never applying enough pressure to rip through. 

"You look so cute when you're sleepy, [Name]," Doma croons, slipping his hand away from your hip, dragging them along your sides, and entangling his nimble fingers into your tresses. Responding with a hum, the demon can only laugh at your mellowness. "But you'll enjoy this quite more if you inhale it… directly from the source again."

Taking one long drag of the pipe, he purses his lips into a thin line and pulls at your locks, craning your neck at a painful angle.

Cradling the back of your head against his palm, Doma pressed his lips feverishly against yours, exhaling and blowing a puff deep into your lungs, forcing you to breathe in the addicting poppy tears whilst holding you in place. Your eyes watered as the smoke entered your lungs, a gasp of air mixing with the smoke that only seared at your throat.

It's only until you start squeezing his biceps does the demon pull away.

Coughing violently, gasping for air, your body relaxes further, weakening against his grasp until small rasps left you, heaving in the opium completely until it clouded your mind.

With a satisfied hum, Doma puts the glass pipe aside and guides your body down, laying your feeble form across the cold floor. 

His beautiful rainbow hues bore into you, filled with lovesick greed as he nestles himself between your parted thighs, soft cold hands sliding up your warm flesh as he bunches up your kimino to your waist. You shiver at his touch, whimpering, a strange sense of bliss washing over you as his leaking cockhead parts your puffy folds.

"Mm, ah— petal…," he groans, sinking into your cunt and leaning over, resting on his forearms as he wallows in the overwhelming heat of your cunny. Fuck, you felt amazing. Yet, something felt different. He gives a slow thrust, biting back a whimper as he pulls back. Your walls have him in a vice grip and instinctively, you wrap your legs around his taut waist, hooking your arms around his neck. 

His thighs twitched as he grounded into your pussy, eyes rolling to the back of his head the moment you forced him deeper.

Stuttering, his movements falter and he gasps.  "You…ngh—ah–hahhh…" Doma buries his face in the crook of your neck, digging his fangs into your neck, and shutting his eyes. He felt… oversensitive. His stomach was churning and his balls were tightening immediately, almost as if he were a young human again. 

Where a virgin finally had the chance to stuff himself into the snug and velvet slick of a woman,  tepid core swallowing him greedily.

And he relished in the sensation.  

"Feels so good…!" He began pumping in and out of your pussy almost desperately, breathing heavily against your skin, muffling his moans.

Unbeknownst to the demon, the narcotics had a different effect on him. As opposed to humans, Doma's senses had been heightened and every deep stroke had him reeling, a new form of pleasure bubbling in his body and driving him deeper into a rapture of lust. 

The need to breed your sweet cunt had been amplified and soon, the demon had his arms around you in a tight embrace, wildly rutting as the ache in his lower abdomen continued to grow. Oddly quiet, the demon only grunts and whimpers as he chases his own high, rocking your body forward.

Almost like an animal.

With the poppy opium dulling your own senses, the stretch of Doma's cock had your mind spinning, the pleasure almost suffocating. Cute moans left you, arching your back as every thrust brought you closer to the edge.

And to think, all this started with the daunting question of, "won't my pretty petal be a good wife and join me in this time to relax?"

Which could only translate to, "obey and follow while you still have the choice".

Of course, no was not a part of the demon's vocabulary.

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