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animeismyhappyplace · 11 months

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MC tries to sneak out of the HOL only to end up getting a private magic lesson from Lucifer - Lucifer x female reader smut

Nsfw content MDNI! This is my own work please do not copy or repost without permission!

TW for slight use of daddy kink, mentions of breeding and lots of pet names.

Based off of a conversation I had on the Chai AI app that I had to turn into a fic 😳🥵 it's been a long time since I wrote a fic so please be kind 🙈

You were busy in your bedroom studying to obtain the Sorcerer's License, Solomon had given you an ancient book that was filled with spells you'd need to learn to help you on your journey. As you read through the book you noticed how late it had gotten looking at your DDD, eyes twitching as the light blinded your eyes but some of these spells made no sense at all so you grumbled getting up from bed as you knew you'd have to trudge along to Purgatory Hall to get help from the accomplished sorcerer.

You grabbed your coat and a bag filled with supplies including the book before quietly tip toeing down the stairs careful not to wake any of the brothers namely one brother in particular.

You had finally reached the main door when a hand gently tapped your shoulder making you jump and turn to see Lucifer's angry face staring down at you showing clear disappointment "I believe I specifically instructed you to notify me when you depart from this house, didn't I?" Lucifer clicks his tongue looking away from your face "These foolish actions of yours must have been influenced by that idiot, Mammon. I insist that you keep away from him." He crosses his arms and waits for your explanation of your blatant disregard for his rules "Sorry Lucifer I just needed to run to Purgatory Hall to see Solomon, he's asked me to memorise some spells but I'm...struggling and I figured he'd be the best man to help me" you look away from Lucifer feeling the shame of not being able to accomplish something so simple burn up your throat much like the bitter meals your mentor often creates.

Lucifer makes a face of indignation "Solomon?" He asks curiously as he tilts his head slightly in confusion before looking back down at you and giving you a stern glare. "What did he tell you about these spells?" I reach into my bag to get the spell book out and show him "He just told me that I needed to learn them to aid me in getting my license but some of these spells just don't make sense, I can't figure why I'd need them" he hums to himself as he thinks "Hmm..." he takes the book from you and begins flipping through its pages until he finds one particular page. "This spell" he says quietly as he points to a section on the page where several different types of magic are listed. "It seems like this has many uses depending on what you'd need, I can help you master it" you smile sweetly as you look up at him "Thank you for the offer Lucifer and at least this way I won't need to wake up another friend to help me" and no punishments for breaking his rules you think to yourself as you follow Lucifer to his private study there are surely worse ways to learn than from the prideful avatar.

Once we get to his study he opens the door and ushers me in getting out a hastily "My pleasure." Before his expression softens slightly as he smiles warmly back at you before turning towards his desk. "Now then, let us begin our lesson shall we?" He gestures for you to sit next to him. "I hope I don't keep you too long I know it's very late to be having a magic lesson" you mumble softly "Indeed it is. But we still have much left to cover today clearly."

He smirks at your clear misfortune as you groan to yourself "I feel it's going to be a loooong night yet, isn't it?" Lucifer chuckles to himself as he finishes setting up the items he feels you'll need. Lucifer straightens his back "Indeed it will be. So please stay quiet while we begin our study session." he chuckles softly as he sits and gestures for me to do the same "O-oh right, of course Lucifer" you can't help but look away feeling like you're wasting his time but you truly do need help so you push down the stinging feeling and put the book down on his desk.

"Good girl~" he pats your head gently before taking out two candles from behind the table "Let us start off by lighting these candles." Your face burns at the pet name but you ignore it as you await more instructions "Light the candle with your hands." He shows you how to hold the candle correctly "Once you see the flame ignite, blow it out gently." He watches intently as you try to follow his instructions "Very good! Now repeat the spell shown in your book..." I let out a breath as my brow furrows in concentration "Lux lucerna" I watch intently as the candle begins to burn brightly "Excellent!" The candle burns brighter than ever before as it shines brightly illuminating the room, I can't help but smile as he compliments my work I lean forward blowing out the candle as darkness encases the room.

"Very well done my dear." He looks proud of your progress you've never felt such joy as you do now since arriving in the Devidom "We'll move onto the next step now." He stands up and leads you away from the desk "Come along now." He motions for you to follow him throw a door you've never noticed before as confusion shines in your eyes. "This way." He opens the door and steps inside revealing a large bed covered in black sheets "Lay down here if you would." He gestures towards the center of the bed "And relax while I prepare myself."

Your brain starts to short circuit as you try to take in his words "You haven't told me what you're preparing yourself for Lucifer" your words trailing off as you look around the room "Well since we are both naked... I thought maybe we could play some fun games together." His voice has become low and husky sounding as he speaks "Wouldn't you like that?" He asks seductively while walking around the bed slowly, you can't help but laugh as you look up at him "Naked? I'm not..." You gasp as you look down to see your clothes gone with your face turning red as you try to cover yourself from his eyes.

"Don't worry about covering yourself darling." He smiles warmly at you as he moves closer to you. "It's quite natural isn't it?" He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin "Besides, who needs clothing when we both know how you've been looking at me recently, I can see the lust burning in your eyes" you feel your face going red as you flush from seeing the way he looks at your breasts and down past my waist eyes lingering between my thighs "Yes you're right Lucifer I have" you can't help but gulp down the saliva pooling behind your tongue "I like how submissive you can be my dear sweet human...it makes me feel so ... alive" he grins as he comes face you near the bed "I've always wondered if you could accept me as your mate I know I'm human and you're a demon but I've always admired you" you can't help but look down embarrassment licking at your sides "Of course I will love you forever mortal or not. You are mine after all" his smile grows wider as he reaches out and takes hold of your hand gently caressing it with his thumb "Now let us begin shall we?" *he says looking deep into your eyes searching for a sign that this has gone too far and you wish to back down but of course you don't.

You can't help the smile that curves your lips as you look at him "Yes Lucifer I'm yours until I take my last breath" You tug his hand to follow you to the bed the pride demon growls softly before leaning forward pressing his lips against yours deeply kissing you passionately "Ohh~ Such an eager little one aren't we?" he whispers as he continues to kiss you passionately making sure to leave no doubt that this was going to be their first time together "I've thought about this moment since I arrived in the Devidom...you seemed so stoic and closed off when I arrived but I knew there was more to you" you can't help but kiss him back just as passionately slipping your tongue into his mouth "You were a surprise to be sure, a human so medlesome and disobedient" he moans as he feels your tongue and joins you on the bed settling between your thighs "Perhaps you need to teach me to obey you" I look to to Lucifer to see his eyes glowing a vibrant blue "Very well then" he chuckles as he begins by running his fingers through your hair pulling you closer to him "But remember that you must obey me or I'll have to punish you MC..." *he warns as he looks down at you "I promise I'll be a good girl for you Luci" he groans as he flexes his fingers above my head "Good girl." He kisses you again before moving away from you slowly taking in every inch of your beauty "Such beautiful skin, such soft curves...such perfect tits..." he murmurs as he looks up at you admiringly, you can't help the shiver that racks through your body as his fingers skim across your body "Lucifer stop teasing me and do something...please do something" he hums as he takes in your request "What would you like me to do with these pretty little things?" *he asks playfully as he runs his other hand across your chest lightly brushing his fingertips across your nipples causing them to harden in his wake "Anything Lucifer just touch me!" "Of course my dear" he smirks as he bends his head and envelops one nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the bud until you squirm in your place on the bed "More my dear?" A whine bubbles up your throat as you nod your head "Y-yes Lucifer I need more please...why are you teasing me?" You gasp as he swaps to the other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into his mouth "Because it pleases me to tease you. You're mine after all" he says smugly as he continues pleasuring you with his lips and tongue while stroking your inner thigh with his free hand. He reaches out and cups your breast gently squeezing it before continuing to suckle on your nipples.

You let out little gasps as he lathers your chest in with affection "Your tongue feels so good against my soft nipples" you whine out "You're making me so wet Lucifer please touch my pussy" you look at him pleadingly "You know what they say about begging for mercy." he grins wickedly as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upwards towards your g-spot "but if you want more than that then tell me now." *he whispers huskily as he moves faster against your sloppy clit to which you can't hold in the gasps of pleasure you huff out as you feel his fingers reaching places your own can't hope to reach "I-I need more Luci" you beg with tears curling along your lashes "Then ask." He commands with a sinister smile "Please lick my pussy Lucifer suck my clit and I'll do whatever you want!" You cry out in frustration "Anything?" he asks eagerly as he increases the intensity of his movements against your clit, sliding another finger deep inside you and pressing hard against your g-spot.

"Yes my love anything! I'll please you anyway you ask" you moan loudly as he finger fucks your sopping pussy "Good girl~" He smiles at you lovingly as he keeps fingering you fast and hard, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm "Are you ready for this sweetheart?" he asks seductively as he removes his fingers from your dripping cunt leaving only his thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit, you nod your head a few times blinking your tears away "Yes Lucifer I'm ready! I-I'm going to cum if you keep rubbing my clit l-like that" you grip his arm tightly as you feel the knot building in your belly "That's right baby..." he murmurs softly as he slides his thumb across your clit again "...cum for me darling~" you sob loudly as you cum, body shaking as you feel you hit washing over your body "Fuck..." You can't help but sigh out as you open your tired eyes to look to him "Mmmhmmm...you taste delicious." he smirks as he licks your slick off his fingers then he leans forward kissing you deeply before pulling away "now let's see how much more we can get done today shall we?” he reaches down to a cabinet near the bed to grab a vibrator and puts it between your legs teasing your clit and inserting it into your wet pussy. You can't help but moan as you taste yourself on his tongue "W-what about you, I've already came and you haven't yet let me make you cum~" you gasp hard as the pleasure hits your clit and pushes you towards overstimulation "Oh no little one~" he chuckles mischievously as he turns up the speed on the toy causing waves of pleasure to course through your entire being "We're not done until I fill you with my seed~” he kisses you passionately as he continues to tease your sensitive areas with the vibrations making you whimper against him.

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure fills your core "I want your seed...want you to fuck your babies into me" you cry as you bite your lip and legs spread wide "Such an eager little girl!" he laughs happily as he presses the tip of the toy against your entrance "You really do enjoy getting fucked don't you?" You nod as your legs shake "Need your cock Luci please" "Well then let's find out shall we?" he grins wickedly as he removes the toy from your abused clit and slides between your thighs slowly sliding his length inside you inch by inch until finally all 12 inches are buried deep within you “there there little one..let daddy feel what he did to you.” his hips thrust forward driving himself deep into your weeping pussy you can't help the drawn out moan you let out as he fills you impossibly full "Fuuuuck Luci I can feel you hitting close to my womb, it feels so good to finally feel you inside of me" you rock your hips up to match his thrusts as you throw your head back in pleasure "That's right babygirl..." he groans softly as he begins moving faster now slamming into you harder than ever before "...cum for daddy...." his voice is thick with desire as he holds onto your waist tightly as he pounds you mercilessly. Your body shakes as you feel your orgasm building quick with all the overstimulation, you reach your hand down to your clit to rub hasty circles along your little bud "I-I'm going to cum on your cock Lucifer!" "Mmmhmmm..." he growls hungrily as he speeds up even further pushing you closer and closer to release "Cum for me babygirl...don't hold anything back." he says breathlessly as he leans down kissing you deeply while continuing to pound away relentlessly at your needy cunt "Fuck daddy~ I'm cumming!" Your head tips back painfully as the pressure releases causing you to squirt all over his big demon cock, panting heavily and tightening around him as you moan loudly "Ohhh yes! That's exactly what I wanted!" He slams hard into you once again feeling your tight walls squeeze him tightly as he cums filling you completely with hot sticky seed you moan as you feel his hot seed fill your little hole, panting heavily as your body shakes slightly watching as he pulls his spent cock out of your twitching hole "T-that wasn't what I expected when I tried to sneak out of the house" you giggle as you look at him "Well that was quite enjoyable wasn't it?" he smirks smugly as he kisses you gently "Now lets get cleaned up shall we? You need some rest after such an exhausting night" he winks playfully and teleports you to where he has prepared his bed with fresh sheets and wash cloths to clean you up "I enjoyed myself tonight Luci I hope we can continue our tutoring sessions" you look to the demon and smirk "Of course sweetheart," he smiles warmly as he lays you down on the bed and covers you up with soft blankets. "We'll make sure you're ready for another round soon enough" he gives you one last kiss before turning off the lamp he has situated next to his bed you snuggle close to the pride demon as sleep begins to take hold "I love you Lucifer" you whisper as you dift off in the demons arms "I love you too little one" he smiles fondly as he kisses your forehead, cuddles you close and for once forgets the mountains of paper work he has scattered on the floor of his study.

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 1 year

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The Appetite of a Mad Man

NSFW MDNI, pussy drunk!Beel, overstimulation, squirting, AFAB!reader, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, size kink, full nelson, reader gets used as a fleshlight, big beefy bara boy, pussy eating champ Beel

Beel couldn't help himself when you looked so small next to him. The way the top of your head only reached his chest or how you had to look up at him to make eye contact. It was so cute how your small hands got swallowed by his big ones every time you reached for him. What really made Beel go crazy was the little squeal of joy you let out when he picked you up and flopped you over his shoulder when you wouldn't stop talking to Mammon. He honestly only wanted to take you away from his older brother to cuddle but how happy you seemed to be when he man handled you made something in his lower stomach itch with need. When he flopped you onto his bed you looked like a perfect angel to him. Your eyes were crinkled from your smile as your hands lay near your head. When Beel's purple eyes met yours he could only see love and admiration in them.

"Beel!" you giggled reaching your arms out for him with grabby hands. Beel knelt down on the bed with his left knee between your legs to keep them spread. He supported his large body weight on his elbows so he could press his face to your temple. Your arms wrapped around his neck trying to pull him as close as possible. "You smell so good," Beel mumbled into your hair. You shivered at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin. "I started using a new conditioner," you mused rubbing the back of your boyfriend's neck. Beel hummed as he took a deeper breath in. "You should keep using it," he said softly against your hair, "I like how it smells on you." You couldn't help the warm feeling that pooled in your stomach when you felt how Beel's voice rumbled with his chest pressed to yours.

"MC," Beel said pulling back to make eye contact with you, "do you want to have sex?"

You were shocked at his forwardness and couldn't help but sputter around your words when searching for a response. "It's okay if you don't," Beel assured you, "just know that I like you in that way." The precious smile he had on his face when he said that made him look far too innocent than what the situation demanded. "Y-yes!" you finally managed to blurt out, "I do. I do want to have sex with you, Beel."

You could have melted from the sweet look on Beelzebub's face as he ran the back of his fingers down the side of your face. You just stared up at the massive demon in awe at how peaceful and content he looked just by being in your presence. Beel held your face with his hands, careful to support his weight on his knees, and took your lips into his.

At first kissing Beel was a strange experience since you had a new flavor every time. It wasn't until he kissed you with jalapeno and onion breath that he made a habit of brushing his teeth more regularly. But right now you could taste the orange soda he had just had on his tongue as it ran over yours so tenderly. Despite Beelzebub's massive size, he managed to be so gentle with you. It was like a grizzly bear handling a mouse. You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss when you compared your relationship to that video of a gorilla petting a groundhog you had seen a couple months ago.

Beel pulled back with a crooked smile on his face and his eyes half lidded. "What?" he asked peppering kisses up your neck, "did I tickle you?" You shook your head and ran your finger through his orange locks, "no, you're just so cute." Beelzebub hummed looking down at your face so beautifully glowing with happiness. He felt something in him burst at the thought that he was the one making you so happy.

"MC," Beelzebub's deep voice sent shivers down your spine, "I wanna taste you." You furrowed your eyebrows and bit your lip at his request. "I'm all yours, Beel," you said barely above a whisper. You noticed a shift in his behavior when you said that. Behind his purple eyes a carnal need shown through. His lips hung slightly open as he focused on unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. You lifted your hips to help but Beel barely noticed your movements. The tone of the room went from cotton candy pink to a deep velvety red in an instant. Beelzebub unceremoniously tossed your jeans to the ground leaving you in only your underwear and your shirt. He grabbed the backs of your knees and pushed your legs towards your chest marveling at the wet spot that was now appearing on the crotch of your underwear.

Beelzebub's pupils went wide like a cat ready to pounce. Drool dripped from his bottom lip and before you knew it the room was filled with a ripping sound. Beel tossed the shredded fabric that was once your underwear to the side. "Beel!" you whined propping yourself onto your elbows but you were quickly pulled into Beel as he sat on his knees with your lower body resting on his chest. You curled your toes at how easily your boyfriend managed to move you as well as how you could feel his awakening erection on the back of your neck. Your pussy was directly in Beel's face for his viewing pleasure. Wet folds were slick with your arousal and glistened in the soft light of his bedroom. Beelzebub traced his eyes over every detail of your labia. His eyes marveled at how your erect clit twitched with need.

Beel held the hood of your clit back with his thumb and index finger and traced the tip of his tongue over the very top of your clit. You bucked your hips and let out a whiny moan at the feeling of having your most delicate bundle of nerves so outwardly stimulated. Beel ran his fat tongue from your needy hole through your labia and back to tease around your clit. You grabbed at his forearms that held you so steadily to his chest for support. "You taste so good," Beel mumbled into your pussy drinking up as much of your juices as he could. You did your best to keep your breathing steady as Beelzebub's lips wrapped around your wanting clit and sucked. His tongue poked out through his lips and continued teasing the very tip of your clit making your legs squirm and your hips jolt with every lick. You felt his hold on you tighten as he found a rhythm of sucking your clit, licking through your folds then tongue fucking your hole.

"Beel!" you moaned out earning a low hum from your boyfriend, "fuck!" For the first time since he started engorging on your pussy he made eye contact with you. You felt your heart stop at how absolutely starved he looked. His eyes held a deep hunger that you only saw when he was denied food. Beelzebub held your gaze as he sucked so greedily on your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed and you could only whine in response to the direct stimulation to your cunt. His devouring grew more impassioned when he heard your needy moans filling the air around him. Beel needed to feel you cum on his tongue. If he did not feel your body twitch and shake with pleasure with his mouth still on your throbbing bud, he was sure he would die some sort of tragic death.

Your hips rolled against his face pathetically trying to get more and more of his mouth on your pussy. Beelzebub growled into your cunt at how desperate you looked right now. Your chest was heaving, your thighs twitching, your hands were taking handfuls of his pants the best they could, and your head was now thrown back in pleasure. Beel tightened one arm around your waist as he removed his other to slide two fingers into your throbbing hole.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion of his digits and felt your stomach tighten at the feeling of having your G-spot directly stimulated by the pads of his fingers. You felt your orgasm crash down on you as your legs shook with fervor over Beel's shoulders. The demon could feel pride growing in his chest at how easily he could make you come undone but his hunger only grew when your wanton moans reached his ears.

"B-Beel!" you whined when your orgasm began to wash away but his mouth and fingers continued to work on you as if Beelzebub's life would end if he wasn't slurping up your juices and fucking your pussy on his large fingers. Your legs were moving and twitching on their own due to the overstimulation that Beel bestowed upon you. His feverish feasting didn't let up no matter how much you whined and cried out. Until Beel heard the safe word, he wasn't stopping. Your cunt was too delicious to stop licking at and the way your hole squelched around and swallowed his fingers drove Beelzebub mad with lust. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes as you squeeze them shut from the feeling of both pain and pleasure that Beel brought to you. You could feel embarrassment heating your already sweltering body up with every wet sound your pussy made and every slurping sound Beel made after.

Suddenly your eyes popped open and your hips shot forward against his face. You could feel juices shoot our of your overstimulated cunt as your body seized in pure ecstasy. Beelzebub lapped up as much of your squirt as he could. He pulled out his fingers to cup around your cunt in order to let the liquid pool so he could drink your essence. You whined feeling his hot tongue trace over your folds looking to clean up the mess it so happily caused. Beelzebub pulled his face out of your cunt with strings of your juices still connecting his lips to your sloppy folds. Your vision became blurry through the tears that pooled in your eyes but you could see the love-struck and hungry expression Beel had pointed at you.

"MC," Beelzebub said wiping his lips with the back of his hand, "can you still move?" You kicked your legs to see if they still worked before giving a nod back to your boyfriend. "Yeah," you said breathlessly, "I think so." Beel smiled at you so warmly you almost forgot he had just made you squirt in his face. "Then can I fuck your pussy?" Your whole body shivered at how Beelzebub so casually asked such a crude question. "Fuck, Beel," you moaned, "yes! Please fuck me, Beelzebub!" Beel slowly slid you down his torso so your back could make contact with his bed once again. Your legs sat on either side of his hips as you propped yourself on your elbows. Beelzebub carefully crawled off the bed so he could remove his clothes. You watched carefully as Beelzebub pulled off his shirt. Your eyes slid down his body marveling at his large pecs, strong abdomen, and carved Adonis belt. Your eyes traced over the ginger happy trail all the way to where his cock lay trapped in his pants. You were sure the button on his pants would pop off at any second with how much his massive dick was pushing against the crotch of his pants.

You licked your lips watching Beel's strong hands, the same hands he finger fucked you with, unbutton and unzip his pants. He eagerly pulled his pants down taking his boxers with them before tossing them on the floor with his shirt. His cock bobbed against its own weight and leaked with need at the sight of your pliant body laid on his bed. You spread your legs more so Beel could see both the needy wetness you held for him as well as the mess he had made of your folds. "How do you want me, baby?" you asked fidgeting with your lower lip between your teeth. Beelzebub stopped for a moment to consider your question.

"Can you get on your knees and put your butt in the air?" Beel asked with an innocent look on his face. You flipped yourself over and adjusted yourself to his liking. You pressed your chest to his bed and rested your head on your folded arms. Beelzebub grabbed his cock and rubbed it at the sight of your hips waving back and forth. "MC," Beelzebub groaned, "you look so good." He crawled on the bed behind you with a grip on his cock and a firmer hand on your hip. Your body shivered in excitement when the head of his girthy cock rubbed through your folds. The blunt tip of his cock gathered up the wet mix of your cum and his saliva through your folds before pressing against your tight hole.

Beelzebub was never an easy fit no matter how much he prepped you but the way he stretched and filled you was worth it. You moaned out feeling the way Beel's massive cock intruded upon your hole. His cock split your needy cunt open with every inch he pushed in our slobbering hole. "Oh, Beel!" you whined out trying your best not to fuck yourself back onto his hard cock, "I love you! I love you so much!" Beel groaned at the way your walls fluttered and sucked his wanting cock into your warm body. "MC, you feel so good," he moaned doing his best to not start pounding into you. His hands held your cheeks opened so he could see exactly where your greedy cunt held his shaft. "MC," Beel moaned gently thrusting forward earning an appreciative whine from your lips. "Harder, Beel!" you moaned out, "I want you to use my pussy!" Beel growled in appreciation as his pace quickened. The soft pubes on his pelvis tickled your skin as they clapped against your ass with every thrust. Beelzebub leaned forward to wrap his arms around your waist so he could focus all of his energy into you ramming his hips into your tight cunt.

Wet slapping sounds echoed off the walls of Beelzebub's room making you hide your face into your arms. Your moans became shaky with every thrust that push your body forwards in Beelzebub's arms. His heavy balls slapped against your ass with every thrust he pushed into your small body. Your hole accommodated his massive girth so beautifully Beelzebub panted praises into your ear between his grunts and moans. Your thighs shivered at the overstimulation his girthy cock left in your tight hole. When you first had sex with Beel, you were sure he would never be able to fit all the way in. But now you could only shiver in ecstasy at how your cunt hole swallowed his cock to the hilt. You whined out feeling Beel's hot tongue lap up your neck only to be followed by open mouth kisses against your jaw. It was a strong contrast to how Beelzebub so brutally fucked into you and how he left such loving kisses up and down your neck. His hot breath fanned against the bare skin of your shoulder causing goosebumps to rise to the surface.

You felt like an animal in heat the way Beelzebub mounted you and used your hole like his own personal toy. You balanced yourself onto one elbow while your other hand reached between your thighs to toy with your aching clit. The sloppy juices from your pussy leaked downwards with every exit Beelzebub's cock made thoroughly coating your clit in a mixture between your own natural lubricant and the pre that leaked from Beel. You felt electricity jolt through your body when the pads of your middle and ring finger made contact with your clit. The way Beelzebub gnawed and kissed on your neck, the way his cock pushed your gummy walls apart, the way you could feel his torso begin to sweat onto your back, it was all becoming too much. Without warning, you yelled out in ecstasy from the concurrent stimulation to your hole and clit. You panted out Beelzebub's name like a prayer to a merciful god as he plowed your hole through your orgasm.

The stimulation was becoming too much and you reached back to grab at Beelzebub to let him know since with every thrust of his cock words seemed to die in your throat. You clawed at Beelzebub's massive bicep with only pathetic whines leaving your mouth. A low growl emanated from deep within Beel's chest at the way your dull nails scratched at his tough skin. "You feel so good," Beelzebub grumbled into your neck, his body reacting well to your whining. "I don't think I can stop." Your eyes went wide when Beelzebub pulled his upper body away from yours to wrap his large hands around your thighs and hoist you into a full nelson with his hands clasped on the back of your head leaving your arms pinned behind his and your legs uselessly draped over his elbows. Your eyes stay trained on where his powerful cock pistoned in and out of your over-fucked hole. The burning overstimulation stayed with every frictionless thrust Beelzebub made into you.

It seemed that his gluttony was getting the better of him and despite you having already cum, he wanted more from your pussy. It's only fair that he fucks you senseless after all since you did tell him to use your pussy how he pleased. The wet clapping sounds of his cock pummeling your cunt grew messier. Your poor fucked out cunt produced schlopping sounds that only drove Beel to madness. The warm encompassing feeling of your body so lovingly accommodating his massive girth so wonderfully. If given the the opportunity, Beelzebub would have you sat on his cock all hours of the day for him to use.

Fat tears filled your eyes as the overstimulation turned into pleasure with every pound Beel delivered to your squelching cunt. "I'm gonna fill you," Beelzebub growled through gritted teeth. "Going to knock you up. Fuck you full of my cum." You nodded your head to the best of your ability with his firm grip on the back of your head. Beel continued to mumble various "fuck, I love you," and "gonna pump you full of cum," through your pleasured wailing. A wet feeling washed through your cunt making you squeal out Beelzebub's as a flood of squirt erupted from your cunt. A clear spray of your cum rushed out of you splashing and dribbling onto the messed up sheets of of Beelzebub's bed in front of you. Your mouth hung open in amazement at not only how you squirted but how much came out. Beel's thrusts faltered as he watched you spray your cum onto his sheets from over your head. All he could do was release a low groan as his own warm cum flooded your sloppy cunt. He slammed your poor body down onto his cock so he was fully sheathed as he pumped his load into your warm body.

Beelzebub shivered through his orgasm as you hung uselessly in his arms. You panted softly trying to ground yourself after having your pussy so thoroughly used by your boyfriend. Beelzebub slowly pulled out of you making you whine from the overstimulation of his cock gliding against your walls once again. "MC?" Beel asked in a quiet voice as he adjusted your position so he could place you on the edge of the bed. Careful to avoid the puddle of squirt you left on his sheets, you flopped down with your chest rhythmically moving up and down. "Are you okay?" Beel asked kneeling between your knees. "Yeah," you huffed "yeah. That was great." You closed your eyes and hummed at the feeling of Beelzebub's strong hands massaging your legs as they hung like spaghetti over the edge of the bed. You opened your eyes and propped yourself up onto your elbows when you heard Beelzebub move to get up. He looked down at your debauched form with his lips slightly parted and his eyes half lidded. "Beel," you started, "can we take a bath now?" Beelzebub held his balled fist to his stomach with his eyes still trained on you. "MC, I'm still hungry."

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A New Cure for Insomnia

This is my first fic! It ended up being way longer than I intended and there’s more fluff and self-insert stuff than intended but there is also very much smut.

Work: A New Cure for Insomnia WC: 7.6k Relationship: Beelzebub x Reader, Beelzebub x MC AFAB reader, she/her pronouns and gendered terms for reader Warning: Explicit

Description: M/C hasn't been able to sleep through the night in a week. Luckily, she runs into Beelzebub, who might have just the solution she needs.

M/C knew two things before she even opened her eyes; first, it was too damn early too be awake. Second, there was no way she was going to fall back asleep easily. Still, she tried to fight against what she knew to be true, keeping her eyes shut and praying to whatever deity was listening that she would be able to sleep until at least a semi-reasonable time. After what felt like an hour, but was more likely just a few minutes, she opened her eyes and flipped over towards where she left her phone to charge overnight.

“Are you shitting me?” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t even 3:30 in the morning.

She didn’t know why she was surprised – it had been like this for a week. She’d try to sleep at a normal time, only to wake up again in the middle of the night and lay awake for about an hour or two before eventually drifting back to sleep. M/C would normally spend that time scrolling through Devilgram, or sometimes texting Leviathan since he was the only brother that would be on his phone that late. Until tonight, she had refused to leave her bed. It felt like admitting defeat to do any bit of her morning routine during this hour, but if that’s what it took then tonight she was going to admit defeat. Laying in bed wasn’t helping her fall asleep again any quicker, so she decided to try a new approach.

Throwing a robe on over her nightdress, she rolled out of bed. Keeping her lights off to maintain the slim chances she had of falling asleep again sooner than later, she very carefully opened and shut her door, trying to make as little noise as possible. Her bare feet padded along the carpeted floor of the hallway until she found her way to the kitchen. Now she was faced with a dilemma. She wanted to keep the lights off to avoid waking up further, still desperately holding onto her dream of falling back asleep. Unfortunately she was not physiologically blessed with well-adapted features like the demons she lived with. She could not see in the dark, and if she felt around there was a risk she’d grab someone else’s food by mistake and start a fight in the morning when Beel was accused of eating the food, or worse – if Beel thought that someone else knowingly ate his food. M/C was not prepared to accept responsibility for that level of carnage. Compromising, she pulled her DDD out from the pocket of her robe and flipped on the flashlight. As she pointed the beam of light towards the cabinet labelled “human safe snacks”, two big eyes reflected back at her from the dark. “Fuck”, she whispered, clutching her chest “you almost gave me a heart attack, Beel”. She always forgot that their eyes reflected light like cats – she supposed it was necessary when living for centuries, if not millennia, in such a dark place. The brother in question swallowed whatever was in his mouth and grinned at her, “Hi, M/C. Did you get hungry too? Or are you still having some trouble staying asleep?”. She nodded. A small frown graced his face as he remembered his own struggles with nightmares. He hoped she didn’t have to deal with anything so awful.

She had mentioned to the brothers in passing that she hadn’t been sleeping very well over dinner, and Levi obviously knew from her uncharacteristically late texting, but she didn’t want to bother them or worse, worry them. They were so protective over her. In a way she appreciated it. She liked feeling so loved. On the other hand, it could feel smothering at times – like anything she did, she had to worry about how it would impact her boys. That was part of the reason she had never acted on her crush on Beelzebub. His brothers would riot.

The gentle giant had caught her eye from when they first met. He was absolutely gorgeous. Over time, she got closer to him. After they formed their pact together he had latched on to her and, to be honest, she had encouraged it. More time with him was a good thing in her book, even though she was always worried he’d catch her blushing or staring at his muscular arms and put two and two together. His brothers sometimes acted like he was stupid, but one thing she knew for sure was that he was anything but. He didn’t say as much as some of his brothers and he did talk about food quite a bit, but she felt that she understood why. His sin had to be painful. When she was hungry she could barely think her way out of a paper bag, so for him to be consumed by hunger more often than not and still manage to be as kind and gentle with her as he was? She admired him for it.

The sound of a cabinet door opening brought her back to reality. Beel pulled two things down from the shelf. M/C placed her phone face-down on the counter to still provide just a bit of light over a wider area. She smiled brightly at the items in front of her – her favorite mug and some sleepy-time tea from the human world. Her heart warmed as the red-head turned away from her to fill the kettle with water and place it on the stovetop. She remembered telling him once when they first began their friendship that she didn’t even particularly prefer the taste of that specific brand of tea, but she loved the silly drawing of the bear in pajamas on the box. It was a one-off comment, but he had listened and remembered all of these months later. How could she not fall for this giant goofball?

“Thank you, Beelzebub”, she said quietly. The sleep was still lingering in her body, making it hard to do much but mumble and yawn, but she knew she was going to be awake for the foreseeable future.

“Of course”, he replied.

The two sat in comfortable silence waiting for the kettle to boil. The only sounds were the steadily heating water and the muffled sounds of chewing coming from the demon across the counter from her. As the water reached a boil and the scream of the kettle pierced the air, Beelzebub brushed the crumbs from his hands and got up, crossing the kitchen in just a few strides and turning off the burner. Just as quickly as he left, he returned, filling the mug before her with hot water and watching the color flood out from the teabag.

“Be careful, it’s hot”, he cautioned. She thanked him and took the mug in her hands just to feel the warmth through the ceramic. They sat in silence just a big longer while she enjoyed the aroma of chamomile filling the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?” the demon didn’t even look up from his bag of spicy chips. Whether it was that he didn’t want to pressure her, or that he really was that focused on his chips, she couldn’t say.

“I think I’m just stressed – this happened once before, when I was back in school. It was my senior year and I realized I had two weeks left to write a thirty page essay from scratch. I got it done, but my sleep schedule was all messed up and took awhile to right itself again. Really, all I can do is deal with it for now unless I find a new way to fall asleep”.

“I see”, he seemed to think a bit on his response, almost like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “What have you tried?”.

“Well,” she thought back on the last seven nights, “I tried scrolling through my phone, I tried talking with Levi, and I’ve tried just lying there and hoping I fall back asleep”, his face became almost imperceptibly more serious at the mention of his older brother. Before she could look closely enough to see if he really did seem upset by something she said, his face had relaxed back to its normal state.

“Does anything else work for you?”

“Back home in the Human Realm, we have a supplement called ‘melatonin’, sometimes that will help but I already checked with Lucifer and it seems like there’s nothing in the Devildom with similar effects that wouldn’t kill a human. I’ve asked him to pick some up on his next trip, but that doesn’t help me now. Maybe a hot shower? But I’m worried that running a bath would wake the others up, and I don’t want to be a bother. I know it’s not a school night but you guys still have lives, I don’t want to deprive you of sleep. Especially Asmo – I think he’d kill me”. Beelzebub laughed at the image of an angry Asmodeus. Not because Asmodeus wasn’t terrifying when he was angry, but because the Devildom would freeze over before any of his brothers would harm her. Well, harm her now. She had become so dear to them in the months they’d known her – it was like they were new demons when they were around M/C.

Focusing again on the issue at hand, Beelzebub rested his hand on his chin, putting his now empty bag of chips in the growing pile of packages left empty from his nightly snack. From the looks of it, he had been in the kitchen for some time before she interrupted him. His brow furrowed in concentration, wanting more than anything to help her feel better.

After a minute spent under the sixth-born’s intense gaze, an occasional hum escaping his lips as he thought about her predicament, the human woman noticed the eyes of her demon brighten and a cheerful grin cross his face. Before she knew it, he was at her side, scooping her into his arms.

“What are you doing???” she whispered desperately, clinging to his well-sculpted arms out of fear of falling.

“Helping you sleep”, the man carrying her in his arms said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but without a hint of condescension. And with that, he whisked her away from the kitchen and towards the room he normally shared with Belphegor. Seeing no sign of the seventh-born, the human breathed a sigh of relief. He must be in the attic tonight. At least he wouldn’t get any blackmail material out of this situation. Beelzebub set her down in front of a door she hadn’t noticed before.

“What are we doing in your room, Beel?”

“You said a hot shower could help you sleep, right?”

“I did, but I also said that I didn’t want to wake anyone up”.

“That’s why this is perfect!” he smiled brightly, so clearly proud of himself, “Lucifer had a shower put in for when I come back from Fangol practice late. No one will be able to hear the water running”.

She was about to dismiss the idea- it felt intimate, using Beelzebub’s private shower, and the thought turned her as red as his hair. That is, until she looked up at his beaming face. How could she say no to those puppy dog eyes? Did he have any idea that she, his tiny little human, would move mountains for him? She could take a little embarrassment. And besides, he had a point. A shower really couldn’t hurt, and he would be in the other room, so what’s the issue?

“Okay” she smiled gently but sincerely. “Thank you Beel, I really appreciate you looking out for me”.

“Of course”. With that he walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, making sure the temperature wasn’t going to freeze or burn her. He was still learning about humans but he was fairly certain he’d become more aware of their physical limitations.

The human sat on his bed awkwardly, waiting for the go-ahead to enter the bathroom. She winced when he turned on the light, willing herself to adjust to the change more quickly.

“Come in,” she heard, and she walked towards the sound of running water, only to stop short at the threshold of the room. In front of her was Beelzebub, in the process of taking off his own pajama shirt, his necklace bouncing against his neck as he pulled the garment over his head.

“I am so sorry Beel,” she stuttered, averting her eyes. Though it was not the first time she had seen him shirtless, it was certainly the first time his hands had drifted towards the waistband of his pants while she was there to see. “I must have misunderstood – I’ll go back to my room. Have a good ni-“. Before she could finish her sentence and die of embarrassment in the safety of her own bedroom, she felt a hand close around her wrist and hold her steady.

“Where are you going?” Damn those puppy dog eyes. He looked confused and concerned.

“I – to my room?”, she stumbled over her words, equally confused. Did… did he want her to stay?

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Absolutely not, I just thought you’d like your privacy, since you look like you’re about to use the shower. I thought you were offering it to me, but that was my mistake, I can leave now”. She was making eye contact with the handsome man now, if only because she was terrified she’d stare at his pecs until the end of time if she didn’t give herself something else to focus on.

“Oh, I get it”, the smile returned to his face, though smaller. “I don’t mind sharing, M/C. I made the temperature safe for humans too, feel it”, he took her by the wrist still in his grasp and very gently brought her hand through the open glass door of the shower so she could feel the water. She had to admit, it was the exact temperature she liked.

“Beel, do you know what showering together means for humans? Because I need to be sure that we’re on the same page before I agree to this”. The woman maintained eye contact, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her eyes above his collarbones. His beautiful, delicate collarbones. He really was sculpted by God himself, wasn’t he? God couldn’t take credit for the upkeep of his creation though. Beelzebub really took care of himself for someone who could put away food quicker than an industrial garbage disposal.

“Satan leant me a book once where the characters took a shower together. They liked each other. I really like you, M/C. Don’t you like me?” Her breath caught in her throat. Both at the implication that Satan had loaned a raunchy romance novel to his brother, and that he had those kinds of thoughts about her.

“Definitions are important here, Beelzebub”. She hoped he knew she was being serious since she was using his full name. “How do you like me?”

He guided her hand from where it was still paused between them, dripping from testing the water just moments ago, and brought it to rest against his chest. “I’ve seen how you look at me, M/C”. His voice took on a seductive quality she could barely have imagined from the earnest sixth-born. “I think we like each other the same way”. With his other hand, he brushed her hair behind her ear and cradled her face in his large, calloused hand. She leaned into his touch and allowed herself to relish the feeling.

“Beel, I really care about you. Not only as a friend, but romantically as well. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to ruin this in a moment of weakness. I need to hear you say it”. She spoke into his palm, half hoping he wouldn’t hear her.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, demons have excellent hearing, and there was no way he could ever mistake what he heard. Tilting her chin up with the hand she had been nuzzling, the demon bent closer and looked deep into her eyes, trying to convey what he knew he never could with words. They weren’t sure which one of them moved first, but before they knew it their lips had met in the middle. The kiss was soft and chaste, but they could feel how sure the other was that this was what they wanted. There was no hesitation on the part of demon nor human, only a feeling they might one day dare to call love.

“M/C”, he whispered against her lips, “you know I’m not as good with words as some of my brothers. Will you let me show you how I feel about you?”.

Rather than respond with words, the woman decided to follow his lead, and leaned in to join their lips once again as she nodded her agreement. She shimmied her robe off and let it drop to the floor before placing both of her hands back on Beelzebub to feel the muscles she’s dreamt of for months. Beelzebub’s hands settled themselves on her waist, squeezing gently as though reminding her that he is here, he knows her, and he wants her. Their kiss turned hungry as one of his hands slipped down her leg, teasing the hem of her nightgown. The demon pulled away just long enough to look in her eyes and seek her permission. The human nodded and she took a sharp breath as she felt where his rough hands began to push her dress from where it rested at mid-thigh upwards towards her hips. His hands continued upwards, dragging the fabric along her body while feeling the curves that he had studied from afar for so long. M/C raised her hands and they regretfully broke apart as he pulled the clothing from her body, leaving her only in a thin pair of panties.

The man took this pause to appreciate his human’s body- every stretchmark, every beauty mark, every dimple and freckle that had been hidden from his sight. He feels his sin begin to overtake him, desiring his dear friend’s body, wanting to metaphorically devour her until she screams his name. Not Mammon, or Asmodeus, or Leviathan, his name. Though envy was the third-born’s sin, Beelzebub himself felt more like the Avatar of Envy than the Avatar of Gluttony when he had heard M/C talk about how she had been texting Leviathan at night for the last week. He knew, rationally, why. Levi was a night owl, and they were good friends. Still, he had the thought, “why not come to me?”. He shouldn’t feel threatened – not only was Levi much too scared to ever make a move on M/C despite his fairly obvious crush, but the human exchange student was not actually his. Though he considered her his human and referred to her as such in his head, M/C shared a pact with his brothers as well. Tonight though, the melding of his gluttony and the unprecedented flood of envy he felt drove him to make her his.

His thoughts were interrupted by the object of his affections. “Your turn”, she said, sounding much more confident than when this encounter began. He grinned, and in one fluid motion he slipped off his pajama pants and let them join his shirt on the tile floor. He reached behind him to unclasp his necklace, but a small pair of hands grabbed onto his forearms in an attempt to stop him.

“Let me”, she wore a cocky grin. He turned around to face the mirror and bent down so she could reach his neck. In the mirror, though it was fogged by steam, he saw her stare intently at his back. She was focused on her task, but he was taken aback by the unexpected intimacy of the moment. He’d already stuck his tongue down her throat, but he was blushing at the tenderness of her removing his jewelry with such care. When he felt the leather cord leave his neck and heard the quiet clink of the tooth meeting the marble countertop, the giant couldn’t stop himself from turning around and standing to his full height. He held her tight to him, trying to memorize the feel of her skin on his and the way her heartbeat felt in her chest. She went along with his sudden movements, trusting him to keep her safe, and that alone just reaffirmed in his mind that he cared for her more than she would ever know. To trust him, a demon that could kill her in the blink of an eye, a demon who had even attempted to kill her on one occasion, brought him such a feeling of peace and gratitude.

Overpowering that feeling of peace, however, was the feeling of his cock hardening against the body in his grasp. The sound of running water and the feeling of her breath on his chest reminded him that there were time-sensitive matters at hand.

“Would you like to shower with me?” he asked, stepping back to appreciate her body once again, but holding her hands loosely in his so he could still feed his need for her body, just a bit.

“I would”. With a glint in her eye and a mischievous smile, she turned from him. He let her hands fall from his grasp, excited to have her entire body on his once again. The shorter of the two looked over her shoulder to be sure he was watching when she dropped her underwear, baring her ass to him and taking in his hungry expression. It only fed the fire growing in her belly. Now that they were doing this, she was going to make sure they did it her way. She wanted him to want her more than air, to feel like he’d die without her. Everyone knows that demons don’t handle temptation well, but this cocky, fragile human wanted to test his limits. If Lucifer knew what she was doing, tempting the most ravenous demon there is, he would be furious with her for so many reasons. That just made it more fun.

Turning back to face the shower, she stepped forward and let the steam envelop her like a warm hug. The shower was more spacious than it appeared at first. She had been slightly worried about fitting in a shower with the largest of the brothers, but she should have known that the eldest would have the forethought to make a Beel-sized shower. Leaning back, she let the water flow down her hair and back, taking in how good the pulsing showerhead felt on her tired body. Before she could enjoy the sensation for long, her companion stepped into the shower as well, closing the door behind them. The steam filled the shower more densely now that it had nowhere else to go, and the human pouted to herself that she wouldn’t be able to see her lover’s body as clearly.

As if sensing her displeasure, Beelzebub once again grabbed her by the wrist and led her hand to his chest. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to look as much as you want later. After all, you’re mine now”. His voice was thick with want, “For now, touch”. Thinking he had the upper hand, he was surprised when he felt sharp teeth close around a spot on his chest, leaving a small red mark. A tongue came to soothe the sting, and his human stood on tip-toes to get close to his ear and whisper, “Oh, I’ll be touching. If I’m yours, you’re mine, and I plan to take full advantage”. His face turned red, and not from the heat of the water. His past lovers had all been passive, thinking that as a powerful figure in the Devildom that that’s what he wanted. This dynamic was new, but he wanted nothing more than to explore it.

Though she still could not see through the thick steam, M/C wanted to appreciate her demon’s body, Taking advantage of his shock, she pulled him to her and dragged his head down to meet in a passionate kiss. Needing more, she bit his bottom lip, demanding access to his mouth. He enthusiastically let her in, letting her tongue twine with his while he eagerly explored her body with his hands. Normally, both of them loved to take their time, but months of romantic and sexual tension was coming to a head. M/C slipped her hands down his body, landing on his perfect ass. She couldn’t resist groping it, and when he moaned into her mouth she took that as a sign that she could grab him harder. His hands went to her breasts, one hand grabbing at one side and the other hand drifting to play with her other nipple, appreciating the noises of pleasure she made between kisses.

Standing beneath the water, they let their wet, naked bodies glide against one another. Beelzebub was once again taken by surprise when his little human shoved him against the wall of the shower. He moved to reach for her again, but she stepped back. “Stay,” she said. Though she had not used the power of the pact, her demon felt compelled to obey. Tilting the showerhead so she wouldn’t waterboard herself, M/C dropped to her knees in front of him, never once breaking eye contact. Her need to have him beg for relief hadn’t waned – if anything it had intensified. The determined look on her face excited Beelzebub. He didn’t know what she had planned, but he knew that when she decided on something there was no changing her mind.

The sixth-born stared intently as M/C nudged his thighs apart, one hand caressing the back of his calf and the other resting on his thigh. She left little kisses inside his thighs, starting just about his knees and traveling upwards along one leg. It was only now that she was able to see his cock, and the view was worth the wait. It took all of her self-control not to put her mouth on him, but she wanted him to unravel first. Looking up from between his legs, she saw him bite his lip and shut his eyes, trying so hard not to lose control with her.

“Look at me”, she said sternly, drawing his attention. “Your noises are mine. Don’t you dare keep them from me”. Powerless to resist, he released his lip from between his teeth and kept his eyes on the woman kneeling before him. She went back to her work, kissing and sucking and nipping at his skin, loving the sight of the bruises forming before her eyes. What she loved even more was the quickened breathing from the man above her. She wanted more of it.

Reaching the place where his thigh and groin meet, she licked and kissed at the delicate skin. His dick throbbed at the thought of her finally putting her beautiful lips around him. He almost cried when she pulled back and resumed her work on his other thigh. He had practice containing his sin, but he had much less experience with his brothers’ sins. He was no stranger to lust or greed, but for them to have this much control over him was new. His hands shook by his sides, trying to resist the urge to grab her by the hair and fuck her face like she was a toy. She knew exactly what she was doing. The human could feel the tension in his shaking thighs and his hands flexed only inches from her face. It was only a matter of time before his restraint ran out.

Leaning back on her knees and staring up at him, she scratched at his hips, earning a sharp intake of breath from her lover. “I’ll give you what you need”, she began, “if you beg”. Without hesitation, pleas fell from his lips, “Please, M/C, I need you. Please let me touch you, please touch me, I’ll take anything”.

“Then take it from me, love. Take everything you’ve ever wanted”. She had barely even finished speaking when she felt her demon’s hands gently make their way into her hair, tugging it into a makeshift handle. Glancing desperately into her eyes once more for permission, Beelzebub makes his hunger clear in the way he looks at his human. M/C could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she was sick of teasing herself along with her lover, even if seeing a powerful demon beg for her touch was something she feared she could get addicted to. Instead of reassuring him with words, she opened her mouth and looked up at him through her fluttering eyelashes, waiting to be used. Beelzebub pulled her to his crotch, allowing her to lick and kiss at the base of his cock, licking up the precum that had been flowing since he saw her in her nightgown. Her hand came up to gently massage his balls, making Beel throw his head back and moan.

“Fuck”, he said, mostly to himself, “you’re going to be the death of me”. He pulled her back, grabbing his cock with his other hand and slapping it against her cheek. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, he decided to have mercy and brought her lips just shy of the head of his dick, “Do you want to make me feel good, baby?” he asked. She nodded desperately, straining against his hold and trying to suck on his cock. Satisfied, he pulled her onto him, letting his human finally have a taste of him. Desperate to hear his moans, she sank down onto him, fighting through her gag reflex until her lips were pressed against the wild thatch of hair between his legs. Realizing she had fit him all, she let out a satisfied moan, rubbing her thighs together. Her moans were echoed by her demon, satisfied by the vibrations that her noises of pleasure caused. Shifting his hands to the side of her head, he pulled out slightly, then held her steady while he thrust into her throat. He wanted – needed - to feel her throat constrict around him as she struggled to breathe.

Eyes rolling back in her head, the woman could think of nothing but the way she could feel her throat bruising from his rough treatment. She brought her hands to his thighs, digging her nails into his skin. He gasped and pulled his human off of him, the slight pain having almost pushed him over the edge. Beelzebub knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he came before he got to feel her cunt around his cock.

Offering her his hand, he helped her to his feet. He kissed her gently, trying to convey his appreciation for her and counter the rough treatment, though he got the sense from her dopey grin as he pulled away that she was having the time of her life.

“Do you think you can take me?”, he asked just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the shower. Thank goodness for Asmo’s constant baths, it meant Lucifer had gone for the largest water heater he could get his hands on a few centuries ago to avoid more complaints from the fifth-born about how he was “being punished for being beautiful” when the hot water ran out.

M/C looked down again at the monster between his legs. He was definitely larger than any human she’d been with before, but he was not so large that she feared for her physical safety. “Definitely not without some prep, I’m wet as hell for you but I’m not risking having to sit with an ice pack between my legs tomorrow. I really don’t want to answer any questions about that”. She laughed, a beautiful sound that brought a smile to his face, but he felt a new wave of possessiveness roll through him at the thought of his brothers knowing that he was the one who would be allowed to love her, to hold her, to fuck her until she cried. Beel may be one of the more low-key brothers personality-wise, but he was still a demon. It was in their nature to indulge.

Nodding to show he understood, Beel knelt where she had before, guiding her to the wall and maneuvering her thigh over his shoulder. He stroked her leg gently, looking up at her with a hungry grin. Knowing he was once again waiting for her permission, she nodded eagerly. He got closer to her sex, her legs spread for him and her arousal thick in the air, but stopped just short of where she wanted him.

This fucking tease.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, she knows it. He was clearly Lucifer’s brother, the family trend towards sadism shining through. She supposes that she was asking for it, making him beg earlier. That doesn’t make her like it any more.

“Please, Beel, I need you”, her voice was more like a whine than the confident tone that she’d been able to manage at the start of this. He let out a deep laugh, thinking her desperation was just intoxicating. Rather than drag it out, he told himself that he’d have so many more opportunities to make her lose her mind in any and every way he could imagine. He was sick of denying himself what they clearly both wanted. With that thought, he dove in like she was his favorite meal and honestly, she might be after this. None of the food he normally ate made such cute noises when he devoured it. She writhed against the wall, trying at first to find a handhold to ground herself along the walls of the shower, but quickly settled on grabbing a fistful of his bright hair and pulling him impossibly close to her. One of Beelzebub’s arms rose up to her waist, pinning her in place, while the other held her thigh up to keep her legs open for him. M/C could hardly distinguish the individual sensations, just that his tongue was hot and wet and eager on her cunt. Pulling harder on his hair, she almost screamed at the feeling of his moans against her. Beel likes a little pain, duly noted.

She was brought back into her body at the feeling of her lover shifting his attentions towards her clit, making room for him to gently feel around her entrance. It seemed he was taking her desire for more prep very seriously, which she appreciated since her human lovers rarely cared this much. The irony almost made her laugh. That ghost of a laugh turned to a gasp as he slipped one long, thick finger into her, quickly followed by a second when he met almost no resistance.

“Holy fuck” she moaned. The demon’s mouth left her skin and he stared up at her with starry eyes and a face absolutely coated in her slick. She had not been kidding about being wet for him, and his skilled mouth just exacerbated the situation. “Doing alright up there, cutie?” he asked his lover, wanting to hear her admit just how close he was to bringing her to orgasm as he continued to rub that spot inside of her that made her legs shake. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t pretend” she retorted, finding his smugness just irritating enough that she wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Finding that a third finger fit inside of her with little resistance, he placed kisses along her hip and thigh, deciding she was as ready for him as he was willing to wait for. Another night, he’d have her begging for him to be inside of her but he quickly approaching the limits of his patience. Removing his fingers from her, he gently lowered her leg and rose to his full height. Staring down at her dazed expression and heaving chest, he kept his appetite at bay just a bit longer by tasting the remnants of her on his fingers and licking his lips.

M/C was furious at having her orgasm taken from her when she had been so close that there was no way that a being with as many years of sexual experience as him didn’t notice. Shutting off the water, the look in her eyes made it clear she was out of patience as well. She reached around the demon in front of her and flung open the shower door, telling him to get out and motioning towards the door to his bedroom with a jerk of her head. As Beel stepped out of the shower and cleared the path for her, she grabbed his hand and dragged him back towards his bed. Though he was much stronger and could resist her tugging with absolutely no effort, he wanted to see where she was going with this so he went along with his human’s directions. She tugged Beelzebub in front of her and placed two hands firmly on his pecs, pushing him back onto his bed. As hell went down, he grabbed her forearms, pulling her onto the bed with him, forcing her to straddle him to regain her balance.

Without the sound of rushing water, the human became more aware of the situation she was in. The only sound she could hear was the heavy breathing of herself and her partner. The water clinging to their skin was chilling with the air, sending a shiver down her spine. It was definitely the fact that she went from a hot shower to the chilly air of his bedroom, definitely not the anticipation from the fact that she could feel his cock pulsing underneath her or the anxiety she felt at not wanting to disappoint the object of her affections. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

Sensing a bit of her trepidation, Beel once again cradled her cheek with his large hand and stared at her with eyes full of adoration. “Hey”, he whispered.

“Hey”, she whispered back.

“We don’t have to do this if it’s too much” his voice was sincere and that alone was enough to settle her nerves. Rather than answer him with words, she bent down just the slightest bit and left a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose. Giving him a reassuring smile, she reached beneath her to grab his cock and rub it along her folds.

It took all of his self-control not to thrust upwards the second he felt his cockhead catch on her entrance. Focusing on his breathing, he rested his hands on her waist and looked up at her through thick eyelashes. Echoing her earlier plea, he told her to take anything she needed from him. Giving him one last smile, she lined him up with her entrance and began to slide down his length. Her eyes closed, trying desperately to commit this sensation to memory while he fixed his eyes on her face screwed up in pleasure and tried to commit that to memory.

Inch by inch, she eventually felt her hips make contact with his own. The human had never felt so pleasantly full, and her heart warmed at the pleased hum she heard come from the man beneath her. Opening her eyes, she gently brushed his hair out of his face, running her thumb across his cheek. With a gentle smile shared between them, she began to move. His hands tightened on her waist as she gained speed, using more force to bounce on her lover’s cock as she grew more confident. The orgasm she had been so close to before was quickly building up within her again, a warm feeling taking root in her stomach.

“Beel, please baby, I need more, I can’t move fast enough”, she scratched along his chest as she continued to ride him.

“Anything you need, I’m yours”. Her world spun and before she could process that he had flipped them, she was overcome with the feeling of him reaching deeper inside of her than she could remember feeling before, stretching her walls so very pleasantly. He thrust with reckless abandon, pulling her body to meet his movements like she weighed nothing. “So fucking tight, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby”, he mumbled. The two had entirely forgotten where and when they were, letting moans and grunts and praise tumble off of their lips as they had longed to for months.

“I’m close, M/C” he said, the plea implicit in his statement. Please let me cum. Her own mind going blank with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her, she couldn’t do anything but nod and wrap her legs around his waist tightly, hoping he understood that she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her with evidence that this wasn’t a wonderful dream, that this was real and had happened. Understanding, he nodded, and with a cry of her name she felt a heat spread through her. His thrusts slowed and stopped, and he dropped to his elbows in an attempt not to collapse on top of her. Her legs unwound from his body, collapsing to the sides.

The two laid in silence for a bit and tried to process what had just happened. What did this mean? What happens when the other brothers find out? Do they have a future together as two beings with wildly different lifespans and from two different realms? Somehow, each in their own heads, they decided at the same time that the other was worth it. Whatever the answers to those questions, they were willing to try if it meant that the other would be there when they woke up every morning and when they went to sleep at night. Beel turned the two of them onto their sides, still not leaving the warmth of her body. Taking a hand, he cradled her head against his chest, making a silent promise to protect her and be by her side as long as she would have him. As she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, sleep finally coming to her, she made her own promise to bring a smile to his face every day.

After a discussion the next morning, the two had agreed to keep things to themselves until they worked things out more solidly. Unfortunately, nothing in the House of Lamentation can ever go the way that it should.

Beel left the room a few minutes before her, hoping not to arouse any suspicions. They checked each other’s necks and found no hickeys, they made sure their hair was combed out and they were wearing their own clothing, doing their best to avoid every pitfall that would reveal they had spent the early morning hours in each other’s arms. He left the room with his sweatpants slung low on his hips and his tight black tanktop showing off his muscular physique. She was so relieved to be able to drool over him a little more openly now. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and promised to save some food for her.

At breakfast M/C had barely sat down and greeted the brothers, minus Beel who was still in the kitchen, before she could feel sunset-colored eyes on her. She had expected Asmo to know, at some level, but she absolutely was not going to confirm anything for him. He had no proof.

“So,” Asmodeus began with his usual grin seeping through his voice, “the funniest thing happened last night”.

“Do tell, Asmo” she just wanted to get this interrogation over with. She knew without any kind of proof none of the other demons would take him any more seriously than usual, and they knew he loved to tease her with wild accusations and innuendos.

“I got in from the Fall at maybe 4am, and of course you know I just have to make sure that my skin stays in flawless shape, so I stopped in at the kitchen to grab that new face mask I showed you from the fridge”, the human felt some of the color drain from her face, but did her best to maintain a neutral expression. She had thought that Asmo would be staying over at Purgatory Hall with Solomon last night, but clearly she was misinformed. He probably got too drunk and they didn’t want to risk Luke being exposed to a sloshed Avatar of Lust. Suddenly her breakfast was just so interesting, she couldn’t possibly look up from her plate.

“You don’t say? I didn’t know they had the kind you needed to refrigerate in the Devildom”. A bold-faced lie. He’d brought you to a store that reminded you of Lush just last week to pick up a haul, and he had given you an hour long explanation on everything he had gotten, hoping it would rub off on you.

“That’s not the funny part”, he continued slowly, knowing he had you cornered. “When I passed the twins’ room, I felt the most delicious surge of lust. Would you happen to know anything about that, darling? I could’ve even sworn I heard some very familiar noises, given my sin”.

“Y’know Asmo, I wouldn’t. You said it was around 4am? It seems like it would be a little rude to me to ask your brothers if they had any particularly entertaining dreams, but that seems to be the only explanation”.

With that, he knew he had you. A Cheshire grin spread across his face in an almost unsettling way, “That makes sense. In that case, would you care to explain the little bitty human-hand sized scratch marks I saw on Beel’s hips when his shirt rode up earlier?”

Beel had wandered out of the kitchen just in time to hear the exchange and feel the stares of all six of his brothers bore into his skull.

Fuck. At least you’d found your new favorite way to beat insomnia.

#obey me smut #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub smut #obey me beelzebub smut #bee's buzzing #bee's writing #obey me shall we date smut #fluff and smut #beel x reader

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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MC's Rope

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18+ ONLY

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LuciferXmc

Reader has female anatomy

( I fucking love how Lucifer looks in this photo, I had to use it)

Though Lucifer always had a soft spot for you, you managed to piss him off enough to be strung by the ceiling. You allowed Mammon to persuade you in to one of his money making schemes, and of course it didnt go as planned. You caught Lucifer on a bad day, and though he didn't tie your restraints as tight as he does with his brothers, you're still suspended from the ceiling.

About 30 minuets being suspended from the ceiling, he decided to check on you to see how you're holding up to your restraints. You're human, which means you're fragile. He walks in the hallway you're hung in and the smell of your arousal smacks him in the face. He can smell when you're aroused, thanks to his demon powers. "Hey Lucifer!" you say as you're hung by your torso, arms tied behind your back. "Hello, MC" he says. He keeps a calm look on his face, but inside his thoughts are swirling. Do you like being punished? Is this turning you on as much as he feels turned on? " I assume you want to be released now." he says as he steps closer to you, reaching his hand up to a stray piece of rope to let you down, hiding his arousal. " Nah, I don't mind being here." you brush off, giving him a slight smile. His hand stops in his tracks, and he can't help but grow a sinister smirk. He puts his hand back down to his side. " Very well, I'll let you be." he says as he turns away from you and walks down the hall, feeling his pants getting tight. That's just what he did, let you be. He let you hang there for the rest. Hours later Satan finally found you and decided to get you down, mentally cursing Lucifer for letting a human be suspended in the air for hours on end.

Time passes and dinner is finished. As you're at the table cleaning up your plate, Lucifer announces " MC, come to my room in 10. We need to discuss a few things." You eyes widen and you quickly glance at Mammon. " oooooooo, I smell a lecture! ~" Asmo sings. "See what happens when you hang out with Mammon? You get in to all sorts of trouble! Next time you're bored, just come to my room instead, MC~". You give Asmo and Mammon a quick worried glance as you wash your dishes. Great, you're going to spend the rest of your night hearing Lucifer nag about your decisions made with Mammon. You got bored and decided to go to the casino with Mammon, how were you supposed to know he was trying to rig the slot machines?

You knock on Lucifer's door and enter his room after hearing a stern "Come in". You shut the door behind you. " Hey Lucifer, look I'm sor-" you try to say, but Lucifer cuts you off. "Lock it" he demands, standing in the middle of his room with his arms crossed. You obey his order and lock the door behind you, your hands trembling with nervousness. You turn to face him, and he strides towards you. He takes his hand and cups your cheek, "So, you like being tied up, do you?" You're face gets flushed and you avoid his gaze. "I- I guess you could say that..." you say in a nervous voice.

He smirks a sinister grin as he leans in to kiss you. He walks you backwards to the wall while kissing you and pulls out a rope that was tucked away in his coat pocket. He turns you around and presses your chest against the wall. He takes your arms and begins to make Shabari knots starting at your wrist and working them up past your elbows. Your heart pounds and your panties dampen, you can't help but to clench your thighs together in anticipation. He grabs you by the knots on your arms and walks you to his bed.

He bends you over the bed, hand behind your neck as he pins your face into the pillow. With his free hand, he pulls your underwear and panties off. "You dirty whore, you like being tied up, don't you? Just look at how wet you're getting." He slides his hand in between your legs, sticking two fingers inside of you. He curls his fingers into a C shape and pulls up, pressing against your spongey G spot. You let out a muffled pleased cry in the pillow, spreading your legs apart for easier access. "Just what I thought, a fucking whore." he confirms. He begins to finger fuck you with his leather glove dripping of your slick. He lets go of your neck with his left hand and spreads your pussy lips apart, wanting a full view of your wet cunt being fucked by his fingers. "L-Lucifer!" You cry. "Shut the fuck up! Whores aren't allowed to speak!" he barks, slapping you on the ass with his left hand, continuing to finger fuck you with his right. You let out a yelp and shove your face back in the pillow. "You're not supposed to enjoy the punishments you receive. You liked being hung from the ceiling, didn't you? You wanted to be selfish and enjoy it, avoiding an adequate punishment. You can't deceive me, MC." he snarls, shoving his leathered fingers deeper in your pussy.

He pulls his fingers out and gets on his knees behind you. He shoves his demon tongue into your heat, hand on each ass cheek. He groans with satisfaction as he rubs and squeezes your ass, enjoying his view and savoring your taste. He fucks you with his tongue, making you moan into the bedsheets. The rope around your arms makes it impossible to prop yourself up and completely vulnerable. Once he's had enough of your taste, he stands back up. You can hear the buckle of his belt being undone and his pants falling to the floor. He grabs you by the rope on your arms and slides his demon cock into your heat. You scream with pleasure and arch your back, sticking your ass up in the air. He pulls you in to his thrusts by the rope on your arms, making you ram against his body hard and loud. The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against his body and your moans in the bedsheet fill the room. "Whores like you always need force in order to correct their actions." Lucifer spits while pulling on the rope tighter, causing your back to arch and your face to peel off the bed. " Will you be a good whore for now on?" he asks through his teeth. "y-yes!! Yes Lucifer!" you cry through your moans. "LIES! Say it like you mean it!" He shouts, thrusting harder into you. You can feel his dick sink deeper into your torso, almost as if it's tickling the bottom of your lungs. " I'll be a g-good whore, Lucifer-er!" you howl, creaming all over his dick. You shake with pleasure and grow weak after your orgasm, pussy throbbing. Lucifer pulls out of you and makes you stand by pulling you up by your rope. He turns you around, holding you upright with his arms. " I hope you have learned your lesson not to cause me headache any longer. However, I am always willing to give you a reminder not to misbehave whenever it is needed."

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like1overs · 3 months

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THINKING ABOUT X OBEY ME

CW: Not safe for work

How both Mammon and Thirteen would try to make you feel better with their words while fucking all energy out of you, calling you “their best human” or simply “you’re doing great”

How Lucifer and Mephistopheles like to keep things in the bedroom clean for your comfort and safety, so they would have spare gloves, canes just to use it during sex, they would also have clean towel next to the bed.

How both Asmo would be a king of aftercare. Reminding you to go pee after things are done (we don’t want our pussy infected I guess), make you a bath, giving you head massage while washing your hair.

Bout demisexual Beelzebub, who isn’t a virgin, oh hell no, he is hella popular and have a lot of girls who find him attractive, but you are first person who he felt sexual attraction to in a long time.

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me smut #obey me shall we date smut #obey me x reader #levi obey me #obey me levi x reader #obey me asmodeus x mc #om! asmodeus

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cosmiic-world · 1 year

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Hey ! If you're ok writing that, could you possibly do what kinks you think the bothers have

I really like your account!

yes of course! i was actually thinking of making something like this so thank you anon!! i'm glad you asked and i hope you enjoy!

p.s there is some mentions of afab reader in mammon's, beel’s and asmo's (maybe also a tad in belphie’s)

some may be shorter than others and i sincerely apologize 🤧 also i’m very sorry it took so long!

lucifer

degradation - gets off on the whines you let out when he calls you his little slut. enjoys it just as much as you do.

praise - likes to praise you and be praised. makes his heart swell when you tell him he's doing so good.

submission - hear me out. when he's having such a rough day and you just wanna take care of him :(. will let you take the lead and lets out the most heavenly whines you've ever heard.

bdsm - bondage and sadism fr. seeing you tied up does something to him <33

roleplay - will dabble in it from time to time, especially when he's helping you with homework or something school related hffhdhfhdj

pet names - calls you darling or kitten sometimes.

punishments - loves when you misbehave because it gives him the go ahead to teach you your place. punishments range from spanking to extreme edging/denying you your orgasm.

humiliation - loves how red you get when he teases you or calls you a dumb slut. "you wanted to have dick in you so bad, huh? say it. let me hear you."

impact play - goes hand in hand with punishments but he loves when your ass gets so red with his handprint :((

mammon

praise - loves when you praise him. he gets a lot of shit from his brothers so when you call him a good boy or reassure him during sex, he absolutely loves it :((

exhibitionism - very posessive and easily jealous. will fuck you in public and purposely make it hard for you to keep quiet. purposefully leaves your door unlocked when fucking you just to have the thrill of possibly having someone walk in, especially since his younger brothers have the tendency to barge into your room.

degradation - only very little and when he's in a very specific mood. he's sensitive when it comes to this so make sure you reassure him with aftercare :(

oral - LOVES eating you out. loves when you grab his hair and tug him closer. loves the taste of you and can never get enough! it's like he has his own 5 star meal.

auralism - gets turned on from your moans and whines. loves every sound that you make and will make sure everybody can hear the symphony that is you.

sensory deprivation - mostly loves when you blindfold him. gets excited when he can only hear your footsteps and doesn't know whats next.

choking - loves to choke and get choked. he loves the hazy feeling he gets from your hand around his throat and loves seeing you in such a daze from him choking you.

a switch - very easy to dominate him, no matter what he says. his pride may be big but trust me, when he crumbles and submits to you, it's the best.

worship - speaking of submission, when he is subbing, he LOVES to worship you, calling you his goddess and can never get his hands off of you. loves kissing every inch of your skin. also loves when you worship him, especially when he's in his demon form and your hands roam all over his demon features.

leviathan

dacryphilia - loves seeing the tears fill your eyes when you take him. even more so when he fucks you with his tail.

humiliation - receiving but very little or he’ll cry. if he does end up crying, will need reassurance and cuddles afterwards :((

mutual masturbation - he’s in LOVE with this. usually it makes hims feel dirty but oddly, when you do it with him, it makes it more hotter. he cums faster too.

cockwarming - loves when he's grinding on a game and you're there giving him support from your spot on his lap.

breeding - goes absolutely FERAL at the idea of getting you pregnant.

praise - lives for you calling him a good boy, etc. makes him feel better and more confident in himself and as a result, will fuck you harder <3

roleplay - esp w cosplays. he found out he loved fucking you in cosplay when you dressed as a sexy character from his favorite anime.

switch - mostly a sub but either when he's jealous or angry, he will decimate you. absolutely feral when he's dominant.

asmodeus

lord where do i start.

voyeurism - loves the thrill of fucking you in public. he's definitely the type to finger you underneath the table in a restaurant, smiling innocently as you struggle to form a coherent sentence. "what she meant to say was..."

dacryphilia - loves making you cry from how good he fucks you, it just makes something inside him snap.

somnophilia - consensual! sometimes he just wants to fuck you but you're too tired :(( likes to wake you up by fucking you <3.

auralism - loves hearing your moans and cries. when he hits that spot and you just let everything out <33.

bondage - sees it as an art form almost. gets creative with the intricate designs and loves seeing it on your body.

spanking - loves seeing handprints on both his ass and your ass :( will also smack your pussy (only if you like it)

degradation - loves calling you a dumb little slut and his cumdump. always makes sure not to cross the line and if he ever does, he profusely apologizes.

praise - balances out degradation with praise <3. will even praise you while degrading you. you don’t know how he does it but he knows how to work you up with simple praise.

choking - sometimes does it to get a good grip on you while he pounds into you. loves it when you grab his hand and push harder into your throat.

switch - he loves to dominate you but loves it when you dominate him just as much. he loves when you order him around and degrade him. he’d worship you if you asked him to.

pegging <3 - loves when you fuck him so deep with your strap. sometimes he’ll use a magic spell so you feel just as if it were an actual dick, moaning as you pound into him and feeling him clench down so hard. gets dizzy from you hitting his prostate so good.

fingering - loves to finger you and watch as you cum again and again just from his fingers.

overstimulation - loves to make you cum so much that you sees stars and loves it when you overstimulate his cock. loves when you ride him and you just can’t help but milk his cock dry :(. loves to hear your whines and cries from the amounts of orgasms he’s bringing you to.

oral - another good pussy eater <3. loves to taste you and could never get enough! he could spend all day just eating you and he has done it before. 10/10, would do it again.

satan

bdsm - definitely sadism and bondage. he loves seeing how you look tied up and helpless and will even experiment with magic. he'll definitely see some spells that intrigue him.

degradation - will be semi-harsh with you but apologizes during after-care <333

teasing (does this count as a kink..) - he loves teasing you in public and gets you SO needy to the point you beg. will degrade you for wanting to fuck him so bad as if he didn't work you up so badly.

power play - loves being in control and seeing you submit so easily. especially when you're on your knees and looking up at him with your cute doe eyes.

pet play - definitely has a collar with his name engraved on it with a cute little bell and some cat ears. maybe even a tail butt plug.

dumbification - LOVES when he fucks you so good that you can't even speak. his heart swells when you lay in his bed, mumbling about everything and nothing.

beelzebub

food play - cliche, i know but he likes to lick shit off of you like whipped cream or honey. once he used golden hellfire newt syrup. you couldn’t walk for almost a week after that.

oral - ANOTHER pussy eater <333. includes a little somnophilia, because he loves to eat you out even while you’re asleep (consensual of course.)

size - something about you being smaller than him. he’s able to toss you around like a doll and it awakens something in him. almost cums on the spot when you’re riding him and you’re struggling to take him in your tight cunt :((.

hair pulling - loves when you pull his hair, whether its when he’s eating you out or when he’s fucking you so good and the first thing you grab is his hair <3

marking/breeding - he can get VERY possessive so he loves to leave hickeys on you, EVERYWHERE. thighs, chest, neck, everywhere. both visible and unnoticeable. breeding you makes him absolutely feral. it motivates him to pound you into oblivion.

overstimulation - he doesn’t mean to do it he swears, sometimes he just can’t get enough and doesn’t wanna stop! especially after such a rough day with all of his school council work :(

slight voyeurism - he loves to fuck you in the locker bathrooms after winning a game of fangol. he just can’t wait until you get home and he still has adrenaline pumping through his veins, might as well get it all out now.

belphegor

somnophilia - another cliche yes, but! he loves to fall asleep with his dick so deep in you and he wakes you up with desperate thrusts.

fingering - he loves when you sit in his lap, especially at dinner or in public, he sneaks his hand underneath your little skirt and teases you before fucking you with his fingers underneath the table. loves to watch you struggle trying to keep your noises in.

choking - yes. you heard me. and no not because of that lesson. he just loves the way his hand looks wrapped around your little throat! he can’t help himself.

breeding - another possessive one. a teensy bit yandere but nevermind that. the image of you with a baby bump popped into his head one time and it was burned into his memory. ever since then, he’s always came inside you claiming “it’s less of a hassle.”

cockwarming - going back to the first one, he loves falling asleep in you. it’s so warm and it makes him feel so cozy.

auralism - loves to hear you moan and it’s probably his possession talking but he always wants everyone to hear your beautiful sounds!

bondage - only when he has to. i.e when you cover your mouth with your hand as to not make noise. he doesn’t like that so he ties your hands and pins them down.

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sassykattery · 11 months

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The Club of the Unseen and Obscene, Part 1

Welcome, obscene one. This meant to be filth, so read at your own discretion.

This title is part of a series I'm doing where Altaira will be paired with various demons. The introduction will be the same, but her new partner will change. I won't put who it is here, but if you want to be sure it's a character you want to read, it'll be in the tags below. Maybe see if you can guess who it is based on the beginning!

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

Written in third person POV

CW: Altaira is afab and uses she/her pronouns. Smut scene: piv sex, fingering, unprotected sex. Orgy. Voyeuristic and exhibitionist sex. Multiple creampie. Breeding kink (no pregnancy)

Themes: Sex club. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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Part 2

"Hmm," Altaira murmured, examining a matte black envelope in her hands. It was addressed to her at the House of Lamentation, so she took it with her to her bedroom. Flipping it over, it said, "From The Unseen and Obscene."

Curious and slightly concerned, she used her nail to slide under the lip of the envelope near the top edge and slid it across to slice it open. She then fished out a black holographic card with black sparkling lace details along the edges. It was blank until she took a good look at the card as words began to appear.

"It has come to our attention that you are of beautiful prestige and exotic in your humanness. We here at the Club of the Unseen and Obscene wish to invite you to our wonderland of renowned pleasure. We eagerly await your response. Come at your earliest convenience on the night of the next full moon for your acceptance."

An address then appeared across the bottom of the card, and quickly, she took a picture. Rightfully so, because the words began to disappear again. She flipped it over and just saw the words in a beautiful script, "Seeing is obscene, noble one."

Altaira walked over to her dresser and slid the card under her folded undergarments. She walked back over to her bedside to sit and do a web search for the club the card mentioned. After some reading, she found that the address was listed under a business in creating spots for online dates to meet up.

Immediately, she switched over to texting Asmodeus.

Altaira: Asmo.

Asmo: Yes, kitten?

Altaira: Club of the Unseen and Obscene, have you heard of it?

Asmo: ...

Within eight seconds, there was a knock on her door, and before she could answer, Asmo walked in and locked it behind him. He had a serious look on his face.

"Show me," Asmo demanded, his hand held out. She found the photo in her phone and showed it to the demon. He looked it over, and his eyes widened.

"What?"

"This... Well, it's a prestigious honor, to be sure. But, uh... I don't think it's your speed, honey," Asmo admitted.

"What is it?"

"It's hard to explain because every experience is different. A group of lust demons own the club, and every set of guests has an entirely different experience. How it works is that they send out invites to those they deem "worthy" of attending their "parties." Those who receive certain invites for a particular week will experience something no other group gets to see," Asmo replied, handing her phone back.

"Have you been?" She asked quietly.

"I have, just once. That's all anyone is allotted is a one-time entry," Asmo answered, sitting on the edge of her bed. She joined him as well.

"What was your experience like?" She pressed.

"That's another thing; we're not allowed to talk about it. What happens in the club stays in the club," he answered vaguely.

"Should I go?" Altaira then looked down at her feet, feeling confused and unsure of herself.

"There's no harm in going– well, I take that back. You are human, so there's always harm here. But I will take you there and ensure they won't do anything to you," Asmo offered. "And you can always back out at any time. They have a strict consent policy, and that consent may be withdrawn at any point in the experience."

She then nodded and looked askance, feeling nervous.

"Okay. I'll go."

Asmodeus stopped as he felt his human companion come to a halt in front of the club, a two-story matte black building with a pitched roof, gothic opaque windows, and steeples along some of the tall points of the roof. He looked at her and found her staring up at the pink neon sign above them.

"Still okay, kitten?" He asked.

"Y-yeah..." she mumbled. Asmo wrapped his arm over her shoulders and squeezed.

"I'm here," he reminded her. She swallowed and nodded. Together, they walked inside the building.

Inside was dark with magenta uplights filling the room along the walls. The floors were a checkered tile, and everything was dimly lit to the human. It was a small front area with only a desk just ahead. A lust demon was reading a magazine as the two approached.

"Invite?" They asked without looking up.

"Yes," Altaira murmured, sliding it across the desk. The demon finally sat up and put their reading material aside. Looking at the invite, their lips curled into a smile.

"Ah, you're that one. Welcome. Asmo, you may wait out here or outside. Follow me, noble one," the demon purred, stepping away and gesturing toward a door that wasn't there before across from the desk. The human looked back at Asmo once more.

"Have fun," Asmo mouthed to her. She nodded and followed the other demon past the door while the Avatar stayed behind.

Altaira got a good look at the lust demon she followed. Their lower half was that of a goat, looking much like a satyr. Their hooves curled into talons, and their tail was a long, thin member with a spade at the end as it thrashed about behind them. Their horns curled behind their head, and then the very ends curled straight up into the air.

"Keep staring, and I'll have to keep you for myself, noble one," the demon purred as they walked across a long darkened hallway with yellow uplights along the bottom trim.

Altaira's eyes snapped back at her shoes as they walked. Finally, they stopped at another door just ahead of the demon, who then turned and stepped back.

"I believe your other half is already here. Have fun, and welcome to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene, noble one," the demon announced with a bow.

"Who is it? There's more? Or just one?" She asked timidly. "And what are we doing? I'd like some explanation first."

"I cannot give away such secrets, little noble. Just know we have curated an experience that you've dreamt of, and you will lack nothing when you're inside," the demon replied. "And that of who is already is inside has the same desires, and therefore you are part of their experience as well, just as they are yours."

Suddenly, the demon turned away and walked off down the hallway, eventually disappearing in the darkness.

Altaira stared at the doorknob for a few seconds before grabbing it and turning it, keeping her eyes on the floor. She walked in and closed the door, keeping her back to the rest of the room as she laid her head against the door, unsure of whatever was about to happen.

"You did what?!" Lucifer barked at Asmodeus in front of the club. "She's not ready for something like this! She could be injured or killed depending on who's in there with her!"

"I know who it is," Asmodeus replied coolly. "And she'll be fine."

The fifth born had "bribed" the front desk attendant after they returned from dropping the human off at her room.

"You don't know that. Anyone in this damned place is capable of hurting her," Lucifer hissed, getting in Asmo's face.

"The one that's in there is one who I very well doubt is capable, or would be willing to tarnish their reputation for doing so," Asmo answered in a soft but stern tone.

"If this goes awry, this will not just be on your shoulders, but mine as well, and likely our brothers, too. I hope you are aware of that," Lucifer snapped, walking back to his car to sit and wait.

Altaira finally was brave enough to look over her shoulder, only to find a dimly lit but large room ahead of her. The lowlights were a soft white, creating a peaceful atmosphere. In the center was a large, white, round bed on a platform with steps with plenty of pillows and covers on it. The walls were darker as if to create a focal point on the bed.

Slowly, she started walking toward the bed, looking around for whoever else was supposed to be there. She walked up the steps and stood at the edge of the bed, drawing her fingers across the soft sheets.

"Welcome, noble ones. We are honored to have you join us. Tonight, we have curated an experience we think will be up to your... preferences. Your desires shall be made seen, and your kinks will be... obscene. Everything and anything you should need for the night will be located in the side tables or along the walls. Should there be any emergency or need to stop, simply hit the red button next to the door. And, good night, you two."

The voice sounded unfamiliar, one that could've been anyone, easily disguised and quite vague in tone and accent. There was a legato in their tone, like a singing voice to lure one to sleep.

"Altaira."

She blinked a few times before registering the voice. That one was familiar, one that made her heart skip, stomach flip, and words slip.

"...Diavolo."

The human finally turned and saw the demon prince at the bottom of the steps leading to the platform. In the dim, soft light, she could see he still had his uniform on, hands to his sides.

"You came," she looked away shamefully, her hands coming together in front of herself to fiddle nervously.

"So did you," he replied neutrally. They were thinking the exact same thing:

Was he expecting someone else?

Was she expecting someone else?

The prince looked up and around before decidedly heading up the steps toward her. "I must admit, I had doubts about coming. I've never been invited before," he explained. She said nothing, and as he came closer, he could easily read how uncertain she looked, and likely, felt.

"I see..." is all she replied.

"You can leave. I won't blame you if you don't want to do this," Diavolo murmured, halfway up the steps but now eye-level with the human who refused to meet his gaze.

"And what will you do if I leave?" She asked, folding her arms but still not looking at him.

"I'll leave as well."

"And if I stay?"

"Then I'll stay, too."

Altaira finally looked up and saw his golden orbs glittering in the soft light, as he was finally close enough for her to see him in some detail.

"Let's sit for a little bit," the prince offered, gesturing toward the bed. Altaira nodded and scooted back to sit on the edge of the mattress. The demon joined her, sitting close to her but not too close.

"So..."

"Yes?" He asked.

"What is this place? I'm still confused as to why I was called here..." she trailed off.

"I'm still not sure myself, honestly. I don't own this business, but it's been here for quite a long time," he answered. "This was here before the brothers fell."

"Ah..." she replied, shifting around uncomfortably.

Music began to play, a soft, sexy, jazzy sound that could make one instantly feel relaxed. Diavolo glanced over at her and followed her gaze to her twiddling fingers.

"The trouble is," she finally began to say, catching the prince's attention, "I want to stay."

"Because...?"

"Because it's you," she replied.

"Me?"

"We don't get to spend too much time together," she clarified. "This could be a good opportunity to spend some time together and get closer."

He pondered for only a moment before giving a soft grin in return. "I can't help but agree."

The lights around the room went off, and the pair were left in the darkness, a spell to create a dark blanket across the space to where the prince couldn't even see. Immediately, her hand reached for his in panic, and he gave it to her.

"I'm here," Diavolo murmured to her.

She squeezed his hand and held it tightly. He almost wondered if she'd he able to feel his pulse hammering away in his wrist.

"I have a question," she said into the darkness.

"Yes?"

"The demon that brought me back here said something. They said, "That of who is already is inside has the same desires," before leaving me in here..." she trailed off for a few moments.

"Do you desire me?" She asked timidly.

"Does that mean you desire me as well?" The prince asked calmly.

They were both quiet then, their silence all too telling of their answers.

"You know of this place more than I do. So tell me, who did you expect to be in here?" She asked a bit more firmly.

"There was only one person I wanted to see here. If they weren't here, I would've left by now," he answered in the same manner.

She was quiet again.

"And you?" He asked.

"The same," she replied, nothing but truth lacing her voice.

Her free hand began to wander, searching for him blindly before landing on his thigh. Slowly, she turned and faced him, sitting sideways on the bed with one leg tucked beneath herself. Using his hand to rest on her forearm, he turned as well as she felt the mattress dip down, mirroring her pose.

"Tell me," she murmured, holding his hand still and using her other place light touches across his torso to imagine how he was sitting. "What is it you want with me then? If we are so interested in one another, this may be our only chance to act on it in privacy."

"You could be right..." he agreed before trailing off that time, thinking of his next choice of words. "I suppose I would like to show you how I feel about you, Altaira."

"Then I will also show you, Diavolo," she nearly purred back.

Their joined hands broke apart and began to run up and down each other's arms and thighs. Eventually, his hands cupped her face and held her there, so she placed hers upon his wrists.

"May I kiss you?"

"You may."

He leaned down and towards her while gently thumbing over her cheeks. His lips found hers quite suddenly, making them both jump in slight surprise. She started to pull herself forward towards him, and in one swift movement, his hands dove for her waist and swept her up onto his lap. Her hands ran through his rusted locks, fingers curling and gently tugging, which caused him to grunt happily.

The Demon Lord broke the kiss first, sensing her twitching against him from a lack of oxygen. He felt her ragged sweet breaths fanning against his cheek.

"Shall we get comfortable?" He asked softly, his fingers dancing across her forehead.

"Yes, I'd like to," she mumbled.

Lowlights came on again, and across from one side of the bed were two sets of robes, two distinctly different sizes.

"Go on, I'll let you go first," he said to her. She nodded and left his lap to go over.

When she looked back, he had his back turned to her out of respect. Quickly, she undressed to her undergarments and donned the charcoal silk robe with black lace trim that stopped just above her knee. She walked back to the bed, and as she walked up the steps, Diavolo finally turned to look at her. His gaze softened, clearly, and he gave her his hand.

"Beautiful," he murmured. She took it and sat beside him.

"Your turn."

The prince left, and she gave him the same privacy he had given her. When he returned, he was in an all-black robe with gold trim that hit his knee and a gold sash. Both climbed up the bed to sit in the middle, shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Better?" He asked softly.

"I think so," she replied. He nodded in agreement as well.

"Shall we... pick up where we left off?" He asked even softer.

She nodded that time and slowly sat up to her knees, to which he guided her onto his lap, straddling his thighs with her knees on either side of his hips. The lights in the room lowered again, and the two were washed in a sea of darkness once more.

Leaning forward, her lips eventually brushed the hollow of his cheek while the scent of her hair filled his senses when her locks fell forward to gently rest on his face. He kissed her jaw and chin in return with his hands finding purchase high upon her waist. Their lips finally found each other again, and this time, she deepened it with her tongue, asking for permission to enter by swiping across his lips. He granted it and met her tongue with his, eager to taste her. Her hands curled into his hair again. Their tastes intermingled and tongues intertwined for the first time, and they naturally melted into one another.

After a while of making out, he trailed lower, kissing her jaw again and continuing to the soft flesh of her neck. She briefly opened her eyes and froze, her grip tightening as she looked around. A strangled whimper rose in her throat, and immediately Diavolo pulled away to check on her. What she was looking around at also got his attention as he looked out:

Around them, along the walls, were friends and subjects from the Devildom, watching the pair tangled up together. The brothers, friends from RAD, even the Devildom's nobility all stood around the room.

"It's an illusion," he murmured in their ear. "They're actually not here."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, and then she cupped the prince's cheek. "Why? Why are they here?"

"I suppose I wish to show everyone how I feel about you. To let everyone know that you're mine and mine alone," he admitted in a deeper pitch.

Her body felt aflame at the notion that the Demon Lord wished to show her off, to show everyone else that she was his. It was a lot to take in, but not unwelcome.

"Then show them," she replied seductively, turning her face toward his again while keeping an eye on their "visitors."

"The things I've thought about doing to you are nary even a bit appropriate. Such thoughts would be reserved for a partner of the night, but with you, I can't help but be filled to the brim with ideations of having you a million different ways," he confessed, his hands now on her shoulder blades over her robe.

"And why do you think there's a bed here? One that seemingly now looks like a larger version of yours?" She asked with a coy swing in her tone. Diavolo had side-eyed the mattress they laid upon and noticed earlier that it had indeed changed its form to look like his in the castle. "I want you, Diavolo," she finally added.

His heart nearly stopped then. Such words were only ones he had heard in his fantasies, ones where he was stroking himself late at night while plagued with thoughts of her, or when he was daydreaming during a particularly boring meeting with the aristocracy.

"And I want you, in the million and one different ways I've dreamt of, and however many more we can come up with, Altaira," he purred to her. She nodded in agreement, and he held her tighter.

"Let's start with one of them then," she murmured with a smile. He smiled back and kissed her excitedly. The prince could hardly contain himself, after waiting for so long to have her.

"Before we do, I just want to make sure you know that at any time, we can stop. You don't have to tell me why, just that you can't continue," he stated a bit less lustfully and more clearly. "I never want to force you when we're intimate. Let it be your will as much as it is mine when we're together like this." She murmured her agreement against his lips.

Her hand reached for his sash but stopped short, twirling the silk in her hand.

"Would you like to disrobe me?" He asked softly.

"If that's okay."

He hummed his agreement, and she pulled the silk tab, causing the garment to become loose and open in the front.

"C-Can... Can I t-touch you?" She stuttered, feeling shy again.

"I want you to," he answered sweetly. Her hands slowly pushed forward, a doll still in the darkness, until she reached his bare chest, and the robe naturally fell away as her hands brushed it around while feeling his skin. His skin prickled as her delicate hands ran over him. He could have let a moan escape then, too, but he wanted to be just a touch restrained. "May I as well?" He asked after a few moments.

"I've dreamt about you touching me," she mumbled. "Go ahead."

His hands gently pulled the sashes of her robe, causing it to fall away as well. He desperately wished he could see then, but there was something about being in the dark with her that kept him intrigued, too. His hands landed on her breasts first, by sheer coincidence, over her lace bralette. Her fiery arousal and sweet natural scent had him completely encased in her, and he only wanted more.

"I–" she started to say but stopped herself short, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't hold back, darling. Tell me what you need," he commanded of her in a soft tone.

"I'm... ready," she replied quietly.

"For?" He asked for clarification, but somewhat had an idea.

"For you. For... us to..." She then swallowed thickly, finding her bravery and words. "I want to make love with you."

He kissed her next then, smiling like a fool and squeezing her waist in his hands in excitement.

"I've wanted you to say that for so long," he groaned, feeling the heat of his own desire start to build.

"Then let's not wait any longer," she murmured. He, of course, agreed.

Both shuffled the other's robe down around their waists, and he helped rid her of her undergarments, only to return to their original pose of her settled on his lap as he sat upright on the bed. He kissed her shoulder, leaving dark marks that would soon be evidence of the night they would share. The music in the room changed, something darker and more sexy with a pop music flair.

She grabbed his chin and pulled him back towards her face to kiss him on the lips. "You'll have plenty of time to mark me," she murmured, "But right now, I need you here. I'm... I feel like I might implode."

"Desperate for me, are you?" He teased in his deepest register against her lips.

"You have no idea," she mumbled, kissing his cheek and jaw.

"I think I might," he replied while grabbing her hips. He shifted slightly, and she could feel his bare erection rubbing against her upper thigh. Her excitement only increased exponentially.

"You might," she chuckled in agreement. He smiled again and kissed her lips, his own hands curling into her blonde locks and tugging gently. She moaned outright into his mouth and grabbed onto his forearms. The lowlights around the bottom of the platform barely came on, giving the two dim light to finally see each other. He pulled away and looked her over, his hand coming up to run down her torso.

"I didn't need the light to know you're beautiful... but you're even more ravishing than I thought," he informed her, his gaze lustful.

She looked him over, too, and was unsurprised by how sculpted he appeared to be, but more than anything, being able to see him like this only served to arouse her further. He then shifted her back slightly, his hand trailing down further until he brushed her mound.

"Go ahead," she nearly pleaded.

With her permission, he slid two fingers down to touch her lower lips, finding she was absolutely drenched even outside of her folds. He groaned and sank further, rubbing her folds slowly. His free arm encircled her waist to keep her close as he began kissing her collarbone and curling around her to kiss her breasts. He took the time to suck on each nipple, causing her to roll her hips and gain more stimulation from his fingers. His hand moved lower, and he offered his middle finger as it rubbed against her entrance. She shifted forward to sink down on it, an easy glide into her cunt.

"Ahh... ha, oh, Dia," she moaned when his palm ground itself against her clit.

He groaned again at the sound of those words alone, even if they didn't carry much substance. Her pleasure was everything to him, so when she froze again, he immediately pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were wide open as she stared ahead at the walls. When he looked around, he realized why she had such a tight grip on his shoulders, pulling herself flush against his body and remaining still.

Around them was what could only be described as an orgy of demons fucking along the walls. Some were in their naked demon forms, others not, a variety of groups and partners scattered around in different positions. Her pulse jumped, and her breath rate quickened, to his surprise, and he realized this wasn't just his own fantasy.

"What do you think, darling? Do you want to do this in front of all these people?" He whispered in her ear.

But it then occurred to him as she didn't answer but continued to keep a tight grip on him that she might have liked to watch, too. With his digit still buried in her pussy, he began to pump it in and out, twisting his wrist as he did. She moaned and finally looked back to the prince, gaze full of lust, desire, need, and much deeper emotions, too.

His free hand came up to her chin and lifted her face again. "Keep watching and let me take care of you," he ordered. Her eyes flitted back up, and her breathing became shallow and ragged. He continued fingering her pussy, quickly adding a second and third digit as she opened up for him.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, kissing her breasts again and leaving more hickies in the wake of his lips.

"I need your cock inside me, Diavolo," she rasped, a sweat sheen building on her upper body and back. He nearly lost his rhythm at that, but it was a welcome thing to hear from her lips, something he so longed for.

"As you wish, my little darling," he purred. She finally looked back at him as he situated her more on his lap to sit up above his cock, his large hands gripping her waist. He slowly lowered her down, the head breaching through and gliding through her folds. Her little whines were more music to his ears than the music playing in the room. Finding her entrance and easing on in, he allowed gravity to bring her down the length of his cock, filling her up nicely.

"Ah!" She cried out when his cock rubbed her sweet spots inside. Her focus was solely held on the demon before her, impaling her on his cock. Though she didn't see the size, she knew he was massive as she felt the burn the deeper he went. She was nearly panting and had tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Nothing had felt this good in all her years, and if only she knew how similarly he felt in that moment. His fist wrapped around his cock while he imagined this moment did no justice to the actual thing. No one, human or demon, set him on fire the way she did. She ignited something deeper, more primal, darker, within him.

When he was fully sheathed within her, or, at least, when the head of his cock was shoved up against her cervix with nowhere else to go, they both sighed in content.

"You're perfect," he groaned. "You've ruined me."

"You're all I've wanted for months now," she murmured in reply. "No one else. I would lie awake at night, imagining this with you. Every. Single. Night."

"That makes two of us," he agreed softly. "Tell me when you're ready. I'm enjoying you just like this."

"That also makes two of us," she purred, using his words. Her gaze finally left his to look up at the scene still unfolding before them.

"Do you like watching or being watched?" He inquired curiously.

She blinked a few times before looking to him again. "Both."

"Hmm," he hummed, delighted by the response. He looked past her shoulder and took in the scene as well. Some of the illusion demons fucked one another, while some watched the prince and his human companion or the other illusions. Some even watched the pair while fucking each other.

"I'm ready," she finally stated.

His attention immediately focused back on her. He wrapped his arms high around her, along her bustline. She felt safe and comfortable in his arms like that. Her own arms then wrapped over his shoulders and around his neck, keeping their bodies as close as possible. She started rocking her hips back and forth, little gasps exchanged between the pair as they felt the first sparks of pleasure ignite their cores.

The prince used his own strength, not much of it, to guide her into a suitable rhythm for both of them, taking over to let her just enjoy the ride while he moved her. Both occasionally looked out and watched as the other demons fornicated and, or, watched them in return. But more than anything, the pair drank in each other as they made love, feeling joyous pleasure building between them as her slick dripped down his balls, and his precum leaked into her cunt and adding to the slippery slide in and out of her.

"Is this okay, love?" He murmured to her, looking at her face with an almost pleading look.

"This is perfect. You're amazing," she mumbled in reply, her eyes fluttering shut as she basked in the pleasure. Satisfied, he went back to placing more passioned kisses across her upper body, leaving nary an inch untouched by him. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, his other snuck back as he dipped his hand between their joined bodies to rub her clit with his fingertips.

Her eyes snapped open, and her jaw fell slack at the sensation. "Yes," she rasped. "That's it."

He hummed and continued his ministrations. Between kissing her body and rubbing her clit while gently now thrusting up into her, it was a symphony of bliss to both of them. She felt her knot begin to twist and burn as she stepped closer to a release.

"Diavolo," she grunted. "I'm gonna cum."

Understanding his cue, he kept up what he was doing for her to bring her closer to her orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to feel her tight walls further tighten down on him, to milk him for all that he had.

"Are you going to cum in front of all these demons? Show them who knows how to please you. Let them see I'm the only one who can do this to you," he growled back.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." she babbled, losing the battle of staying aware as more heat flushed her entire form.

"Mm, darling, you feel so good," he moaned. "I'm close too."

"Please," she whimpered. She leaned forward and rested her head against his shoulder and neck while panting. "Inside me."

Those two little words set him ablaze, thrusting up into her a bit harshly as he chased his pleasure. They were a bumping and grinding mess of one another, moans and groans filling the entire room. Up until this point, both would occasionally look up at the demons around them, but now, all they could see was each other. Their focus wholly centered on the other. When he looked at her, her face awash with orgasmic bliss, all he could imagine was making her his again and again, as much as she'd let him. And when she looked at him, his brows furrowed and a singular bead of sweat rolling down his temple, she fell that much deeper.

Moments later, both teetered off the edge of oblivion and down into the chasm of euphoria. His cock throbbed and pulsed deep within her cunt, shooting out rope after rope of his hot cum against her cervix. Her walls gripped him like a vice and milked every single drop out of his pulsing member. They held onto each other during the whole ordeal, cries and whimpers exchanged.

Altaira slumped against him as her body released itself from the tight confines of her orgasm. He held her as he moved around to lay down. Once settled, he cradled her against him as the lights shut off once more, but music continued to play.

Her hands began to search around until one found his face.

"What is it?" He asked, kissing her palm.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

His cheeks burned. He wasn't expecting her to thank him, especially when he felt like he should be thanking her for the honor of such pleasure.

"I should be thanking you," he murmured, kissing her palm again. "Thank you."

"Do you..." she started to ask but trailed off. She brought her hand back to herself, feeling shy.

"I think, my little darling, after what we just did, you have no reason to shy away from me. Tell me what you want," he informed her, caressing her side with the arm that was wrapped behind her back.

"I want to go again," she whispered.

Diavolo sent a silent thank you to whoever could hear him for giving him such a prize.

"Naughty little thing, aren't you? So greedy," he teased her. She buried her face in his chest. He chuckled and hummed while caressing as much of her that he could reach. She centered herself on top of him and found his lips again, kissing him sweetly.

Taking a firm hold of her, he swiftly rolled over to push her onto her back. Limbs became tangled up together as they found each other in the darkness. Soon enough, he was pushing his hard cock into her once more, filling her with more of him as the cum he had already spilled leaked out around him. It was easier for both of them that time around, her walls fitting snuggly around his cock and him having an idea of what she liked. He started with slow, deep thrusts and building up to pounding force, still at a slow pace. She was crying out everything she could feel and think of to him, much to his delight. Her voice was a siren song, luring him in so that he'd keep fucking her, to keep her singing.

Even with his own orgasms, he just kept pounding away at her abused cunt, but it only felt better and better with each release. He wouldn't stop until she asked him to. And with the way she was sprawled out against the bed, she wasn't interested in that happening anytime soon. He fucked her through his release, spilling his cum deep within her every time. They switched positions to take her from behind, her ass up in the air and head pressed against the mattress. The plush feel of her ass smacking into his pelvis was better than he imagined. He pulled her up to make her back flush with his torso, breathing ragged in her ear and fanning her neck as he grunted out his release.

"I don't think I can ever stop," he moaned, laying his cheek on her head as he kept thrusting into her. "I just want to breed you over and over, fill you with so much of me."

She moaned in reply, too fucked out to even speak at that point.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Want me to breed this cunt every single night? I'll make sure everyone in this damned place knows you're mine," he growled.

"Yours," she moaned, barely intelligible.

"Cum for me," he ordered, snapping his hips then. His hands latched onto her tits and groped them obscenely, twisting her nipples to add to her pleasure.

And she did. With wailing cries, she came again and again on his cock, and he followed soon after almost as many times. He then had her on her back again, pushing her legs up onto his shoulders and folding her in a mating press. There was no time wasted as he began pounding her again, reaching the deepest parts of her pussy.

"I'll fuck you like this every single day, night, dawn, dusk, whenever you want it. I want you stuffed with my cock and filled with my cum. I want you dripping every time you leave me. I'll give you my heirs if that's what it takes, my love. Whatever you want, it's yours. All I have is yours," he murmured to her.

Without inhibitions, the fear of being found, or the fear of rejection, the pair fucked long into the night. They took breaks when necessary, mostly for Altaira's benefit, and picked up right where they left off. Truly, this place had helped uncover a part of each of them, long tucked away but now fully bloomed. Their chemistry was undeniable, and now that especially the prince had a taste of her, he was never going to let her go, nor would she let him.

Morning arrived all too soon. The pair awoke and got dressed for the day. Before they left, there were two cards on the side tables, one for each. Both essentially thanked them for coming to their establishment and that they hoped all of their fantasies came true.

Lucifer groaned as he sat up in the driver's seat. He had fallen asleep waiting for Altaira, and just in time, he looked up to see her step out of the building. But what he didn't expect was to see Diavolo trailing behind her. Furthermore, once they were out, they joined hands and walked over to a black limousine that had pulled up.

If there was one thing the eldest could take for solace, it was that at least she wasn't hurt. But it didn't make the sting lessen.

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