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You’re a Vampire now. Drink blood to survive, avoid the Sun, and you will live long.  

The air was chilly and you were surprised you could really feel it anymore, having been sat outside for hours in the dark alley behind a closed business. You wore a thin long-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans, both black, and worn and holey sneakers with stripped socks. You wish you had on a coat but you were only out to grab some milk for breakfast the next day and it should have only been 10 minutes.  

Your sharp eyes did not last long so all you could see was mostly darkness and a dim light from a backdoor on the building across from you. Your fangs, soft on your bottom lip, sensitive and almost plastic like in how they bent, fragile and new and throbbing in time with your pulse. The nerve endings all over your body felt like you were burning.  

The worst of it was you were starving. Your throat was dry as a bone. You were hungry for blood, weak to the thirst. Weak in general and unable to move anymore.   

That first night, crawling around and begging for a rat or bird or something to move near you to bite into and drain. The smell of nearby people, the smell of salty delicious blood, had your teeth aching, stomach gurgling.  

You’re a Vampire now.  

It was insane. Unbelievable that they existed at all. But after a week of slowly dying, hiding from the Sun—that one little ray hit your finger tip and it sizzled, so you strayed from the light—and realizing you were thirsty for blood but didn’t have the guts to hunt a person like a predator, there really was nothing totally insane to you anymore.  

Once, just  once  blood touched your lips, and that blood had belonged to the Vampire who made you into the creature you were. For the brief moment he was in your presence, he called himself your ‘Sire’, the creator of the new Vampiric you. Just that one time when you were reborn after your Sire killed you to feed into his own hunger and re-make you.  

He came from thin air, it seemed at the time. Hiding in the shadows, lurking, and then he grabbed you. You barely had a chance to scream before his hand covered your mouth and his fangs sunk into your neck. He took far too much, and you were on the verge of fainting and dying. Then he fed you his own blood and waited, and it felt like eternity later but was only minutes for the change to circulate your bloodstream like a fast-spreading disease. Becoming a vampire was a curse.  

Then he left you for dead after going through all the effort to remake you. Still, that abandonment was nothing new, he did just as everyone else did to you in your lifetime.  

Your mother left when she could not afford to take care of more than one person. She came first, you remember her saying several times to you before she sent you off to a foster home. Your father, gone after you were born, or maybe before, your mother was never too sure herself since she was high all the time. Friends were nonexistent because you had run away from all the Foster homes so many times, and the kids didn’t show too much kindness to runaways. They stuck to their own clicks.   

Once you were 18, you ran for the last time. Got yourself a tiny shithole apartment and terrible job. And they stopped looking for you because Adults didn’t get homes at the Orphanages.  

As you sat hunched over behind a dumpster, recalling your shit life, feeling the ground cool on your butt, there was a sound of voices. Deep baritone voices, and they were inching closer. With them also came the smell of blood, extremely potent in the cool night air. It was different, better blood, you surmised, than what had come across your sensitive nose so far.  

But you were too weak, too fragile, too afraid, and couldn’t do much to hunt if you wanted to. That was what you were in your final moments.  Weak.  

“Is that... a vampire sitting over there?”  

You tensed. They couldn’t see your face, but knew what you were?  

“Yes, my lord, it is. She does not seem to be doing too well.”  

Several clicked footsteps sounded on the brick pavement. “She’s  starving , Barbatos. She’ll die once the Sun rises in two hours. What do I do?” He sounded desperate and, shockingly, concerned.  

“What do you want to do, young master?”  

A pause, and you held your breath, curling a hand to the wet fabric of your pants, still not totally able to feel it or really grip the stinky clothing. The rain had come earlier and it now smelled like damp trash. Banana peels and rotten. Was that you? Were you starting to smell of death?  

“I want to help her.”  

“Then we will.”  

A large shadow stood before you, tall and slim. You hissed weakly when hands reached down towards you into the small space you found. They didn’t stop at your noise and one hand rested on top your head, warm and lightly petting. Being touched was strange, but welcomed.  

The shadow spoke. “You have a choice to make. Die here when the Sun comes up, or come with us. We can get you warm and fed. What do you want to do?” The voice was direct, soft and sure.   

You hesitated at the choices. They could do so much to you. They could rape you, take their time hurting you. The possibilities endlessly running in your mind as you considered.  

But something inside of you was saying you could trust him, trust in them, to help you. The hunger wasn’t the only thing speaking loudly to you in your head, thrumming in your belly. There was something subconsciously telling you to go with them, an instinctual pull. And they offered warmth, and food. That was all you wanted or needed. A possibility of surviving.  

“Please,” you croaked out from your curled up spot on the ground, “Help me.”  

The hand went to cup your dirty cheek, and gently lift your head up. The lights in the alley were not bright, but you saw slate green eyes, and behind him two golden eyes. They gleamed like jewels and spoke of something less than human, just like you. Normal eyes did not gleam in the dark like fireflies.  

The green-eyed man smiled. “We’ll take good care of you, fledgling.”  

He then turned his head and said something to the other quickly and softly. They switched places seamlessly, and the golden-eyed man was larger, broader, and without warning you were picked up into his arms. You tried to clutch something, his shirt, arm, shoulders, anything at all. But you were too weak, and even your head fell back like a newborn baby. Tears sprung to your eyes at the blatant weakness.  

“Hush now, little one, it’s okay. I have you so don’t worry,” his deep voice whispered, and his hand went to cradle your head to his heated neck. The smell of blood was stronger so close but you could barely open your mouth. “Barbatos, let’s go home.”  

“Right away, young master.”  

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You were lain down on a soft bed, a pillow fluffed up under your head. It was warm and soft and everything you never had. The room was something made for royalty. Your eyes gazed at the canopy bed above you, tracing the lines, the hunger strong but you were so tired. Close to death.  

Your memory was fuzzy, but you did have a flash of a bright light and tugging in your navel before being placed in the bedroom. Where were you? How did you get inside so fast?  

“She needs to feed.”  

“How long has it been, I wonder?”  

“Let’s see if she can respond again, young master. Little vampire, what's your name? How long has it been since you’ve last fed?”  

Your throat was so dry. You swallowed hard, teeth pulsing. You barely got your name out, and then said, “Only... once...” you turned your head to face them, both bathed in brighter lights. You wanted to see them clearly.  

They were gorgeous men, with lovely eyes and dressed nicely. The golden-eyed man had a strong built body, and a soft smile. He wore a black suit with a red tie and red cloak that matched his red hair and nice dress shoes. The green-eyed man wore what looked like a kimono. It was just as beautiful as he was, blue and black and pretty. His hair had a streak of turquoise in his dark green hair. He was skinny, but stood straight and held a strong presence. The red-head was clearly in charge, however, and you heard the green-eyed man call him Master.  

“You need blood,” the golden-eyed man said with a frown. He stepped closer and you tensed up in a knee-jerk reaction.   

He paused. His frown went into a small smile, and he held out his hands palms up like you were a scared animal—you sort of were. “We won’t hurt you, little vampire. I promise you. It might make you feel more comfortable if I make some introductions first.” He gestured to himself. “My name is Diavolo, and this,” he pointed at the other man, “is my butler and oldest friend, Barbatos. This is my home we’re in, and one of my spare bedrooms I want you to rest in for a while. Before I go into any other details, we need to get you some blood. And I willingly give my own to you.”  

Your eyes watered. You hadn’t cried in days. “B-but... why?”  

Diavolo stepped closer until he was right beside your head, you tilted up to see him clearer best you could, it seemed that being somewhere warmer gave you a little bit of strength back.   

“Because you need it,” was all he said. “Now let’s get you more comfortable.” He turned to Barbatos for a second before looking back at you. “Will you allow Barbatos to help?”  

You cleared your throat. “Y-yes...”  

With both their help you sat up straight on some fluffy pillows, and Diavolo sat beside you with one knee curled up on the bed, his other leg long. He was very tall. “You don’t have the strength to pierce skin yet, your fangs are still new and don’t have the density, so I'll be assisting you with that. Come here and place your head on my shoulder, you can take from my neck.”  

You licked your chapped lips and did so, leaning down and slightly bent over him. You were so hungry that you would do whatever he asked as long as he gave you what he promised.  

Diavolo moved to face you more to help your position, turned slightly at the waist. Immediately as you set your cheek to rest on his chest, your mouth was watering being so close to the smell of blood. You could almost sense the blood pumping through his veins, and you could hear his heart beat.  

“Go ahead, fledgling, take what you need,” he said, and sliced through his skin with his finger nail—or rather, his claw?  

It didn’t matter really. You latched onto his skin, feeling the warmth of it, and blood began rushing into your mouth quick. Your entire body was coming alive within seconds. You swallowed gulps of his thick blood, felt it overflowing around your lips and slopping all over your face and neck. You were a woman starved after all.  

He tasted warm and spicy and salty. Powerful, too, and you felt like you were quickly becoming stronger. A times it felt like you were being shocked as if his blood held little specks of lightning. Your tongue lapped at the slit of his self-inflicted wound, fangs pressed around and grated it. Diavolo barely moved even though his skin was ripped open, leaking blood like a river, pouring into your opened mouth. Nothing ever tasted so damn good.  

“She’s so messy,” Barbatos commented.  

“Well, seeing as she’s only fed once before it’s understandable.”  

“I suppose we’ll have to train her on the correct way to feed once her fangs mature.”  

“We will. She’ll be teething also.” Diavolo sounded giddy, and his deep voice rumbled through your body.  

“That will surely be exciting,” Barbatos said dryly.  

“I’m sure that she’ll be adorable. Oh! We can get her teething rings, like human babies have!”  

“Young master...”  

“Oh hush, Barbatos, you know she’s going to be biting everything in sight.”  

“That’s true,” he agreed.  

You moaned and clutched Diavolo’s arm with one hand, the other on his chest curled up in the fabric of his shirt. For some reason you didn’t like them talking about you as if you were not right there.   

He hushed you and stroked hair from your cheek, then held you closer with his arm around your upper body as he brushed your dirty locks with his fingers. “You’re doing so well,” he cooed. “Keep drinking until your full, little one.”  

“Mm, yes, you’re doing a very good job,” Barbatos praised alongside him.  

That made your head spin, and you let out a sound that vibrated around Diavolo’s wet skin, and he exhaled deeply. You went on sucking at his wound, filling your throat and mouth and stomach perfectly. Your head spun like you were drunk on his blood.  

“Your clothes are ruined, unfortunately, my lord. And we can give her a bath once she’s rested and some new clothes are on the way from Akuzon.”  

Diavolo hummed. “Yes, good idea. She’s still cold but I can feel her energy coming back, and her skin is warming little by little. She’s almost done, her feeding is slowing.”  

“Are you doing all right, Young Master? You aren’t light-headed?”  

“I’m fine. I’ll have a blood replenishing potion later.”  

You pressed yourself closer to Diavolo, eyes shut, focusing on the taste and feeling of becoming full and warm, and that was quickly approaching, belly aching not with starvation but fullness. But your hair was draping over your shoulders, and almost got in the way if not for a quick hand pulling the strands back behind your head.  

“There, now, you’re almost finished, hm?” Diavolo cooed.  

He was right, and your belly was aching in a wonderful and warm way you hadn’t felt in weeks, even before becoming a Vampire. You pulled back and lapped at the blood dripping over your fangs, wincing when they throbbed at the gums. You did not want to waste any, even though you felt some dried blood on your face and neck you must’ve let dribble out in your hunger.  

“Are you feeling better, fledgling?” Diavolo asked. He pressed his hand to his neck, and you barely noticed the blood had stopped flowing.  

“Mmmhmmm,” you happily hummed, and pressed your cheek to his chest, eyes closed. He was warm and you didn’t want to be cold anymore. The blood almost dragged you down, like after eating a meal and taking a nap. Yes, you wanted exactly that.  

They both chuckled.  

“She’s tired. Why don’t I take her to clean her face, and you can make the bed?”  

“Yes, my lord. I’ve left some towels sitting out by the sink.”  

“Thank you, Barbatos.” Diavolo patted your upper back. “Time to get cleaned up before bed.”  

You groaned, nuzzled his pectorals and sighed. He was pretty much hugging you, and you had not been hugged in years. “Nooo... don’t wana mooove...”  

Diavolo laughed, the sound so full of joy it made your own mouth turn up at the corners briefly before you yawned. “None of that now, let’s go. I’m doing all the work so just relax, little one, and we’ll let you sleep as long as you need in the nice warm bed.”  

Your head was spinning a little, and you blinked at him, “Warm... bed? Promise ‘s warm?”  

“Yes, we promise you. Come now,” he said almost fondly, and pulled you carefully into his arms again, hoisted up to his chest. He was so big and you felt smaller than you ever had. The fuzzy feeling grew stronger and you sighed happily, allowing your limbs to sway as he took you to an en-suite.  

The downside was that the bathroom was bright and you hated it. He set you on a cushioned bench by a footed bathtub, and you actually had the strength to sit up. But you kept your eyes closed to avoid the lights because they hurt your eyes.  

He made a noise of sympathy. “I know it’s bright. We’ll change that so you’re more comfortable here soon, baby.”  

You didn’t know what that meant. But you let a grunt out in confirmation, and sort of felt flushed at being called ‘baby’.  

There was the sound of running water and then footsteps. His scent was in front of you, spice like clove and cinnamon, the heat of his body like sitting in front of a dim fireplace. Smelling him so strongly was an effect of the blood, no doubt.  

“Lift your head, please,” he murmured, and touched the side of your neck that didn’t feel like it had dried blood on it. “The cloth is warm but tell me if it’s too hot or too cold, all right?”  

“Okay,” you whispered.  

“Good. Here we go.”  

It was nice to be treated so carefully. Given warm blood and warm towels to clean you. Having large hands cup your cheek and do the hard work of gently brushing away the stains.  

While he cleaned you up, you pondered what happened the last hour or so. You should be disgusted, really, that you just drank probably 3 liters of blood from a stranger that took you to his house through what was a magical portal. But the calmness in your mind, the ache was gone from your body, and the blood you downed gave you the incredible power to heal, and the fact that they both were kind enough to let you take blood and wash your face and give you a warm bed for the night... all of it was evidence that you could be happy with what you were, with being here.  

“I can trust you?” you asked, blinking up at him to stare into his captivating eyes.  

Diavolo paused his caress of the wet cloth on your face. Then he smiled. “You can trust us, baby. I’ll take good care of you for as long as you’ll let me.”  

You smiled, dopily, and closed your eyes, leaning to his palm on your skin. Being looked after for once in your life sounded perfect. “’kay.”  

He huffed a laugh, lightly dabbed your lower lip, straying away from your delicate new teeth. “What a silly adorable vampire you are, hm?”   

Maybe you were. Maybe, you didn’t have to worry so much. He would take care of you? Okay then. That was it. You would let them if that’s what they wanted, your brain decided. This was too comforting not to allow it. You would not shy away from warmth, softness, and kindness if it was willingly given to you.  

Once your face and neck were cleaned, Diavolo lifted you up again and you went back into bed, but the covers and blankets were moved aside and Barbatos fixed the corner of one blanket with his hands as Diavolo lay you on the sheets. They took off your dirty socks and shoes, and turned away when you took of the rest of your clothing, and you slipped on the soft a silk gown Barbatos set down on the mattress. Once you gave the okay, Barbatos took your old clothes and you assumed he put them in the trash.  

Diavolo covered you back up and tucked the sides in around your body, something not even your mother did when you were little. That had you sniffling a bit, holding back stray tears. You brought your fist to your mouth, biting down on the soft spot between thumb and forefinger, self-soothing and calming the throb that came back to your teeth.  

“Now don’t do that,” Barbatos said quickly as he came back. “You’ll nick your skin even with your baby fangs.”  

In rebuttal, you bit harder, mostly because it felt good. He tutted and step in front of Diavolo, who moved aside with a small grin. Barbatos’ green eyes were stern and a little scary, and he was unmoving, so you pulled your fist away and pouted.  

He raised one brow at that. “You should know that I've dealt with this one’s pouting for centuries and it still does not faze me.” He briefly glanced at the other man in the room.  

Diavolo shrugged. “It’s true, little one.”  

“Centuries?” you asked, curling your fists to the top of the thick comforter. “How old are you?”  

“Barbatos will never tell me.” Diavolo stood beside him. “But that doesn’t matter right now. Do you feel stronger than earlier?”  

You nodded. “I do.” Your face felt warm, and you realized you were blushing. “Th-thank you... for letting me... um, you know...”  

The red-head grinned. He reached out his hand to gently pat his larger one on top of yours, twice. “It’s my pleasure. I want you to know that you are safe here with us. Now, it’s time for newly turned vampires to sleep. Rest up and we will see you tomorrow.”  

Barbatos smiled, it wasn’t as boisterous as Diavolo's but still you were happy to see it. “Sleep for however long you need. If you wake and we’re not here, call for either of us and we will come to you.”  

You nodded again. “Thank you.”  

“I'm happy that we found you. Just close your eyes, little one. Your belly is full and you don’t need to fear being hungry again.”  

You nestled deeper into the sheets and did just as Diavolo said.

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“Dia, it hurts!” 

“Shh, I know baby, I know. We’re going to get you all settled now and feeling much better. Barbatos, grab that blanket over there? She’s going to fall asleep once she’s finished drinking. Poor dear hasn’t slept well in days.” 

You sobbed dryly, clinging to his shirt, legs kicking out from sitting on his lap sideways “Please. Thirsty. Teeth hurt.” You hiccupped between words. 

“Poor darling,” Barbatos placated with a soft pet to your hair. 

It was minutes before that you woke up and the pain was immediate. You were always thirsty for blood early in the morning and usually with that came the pain in your fangs—something you found out would happen for weeks while they grew stronger with each feeding. Lately it was bad and even with the blood intake you were so tired and achy. 

For the last few days you’d been able to sniff out Barbatos and Diavolo, being in the Castle for over a week now and frequently consuming their blood and scenting them you knew how to find the demons pretty easily now. Diavolo was in one of the meeting rooms, this one the most comfortable of all with a fireplace, couches, and a large wall bookcase.  

It took some time to get used to asking for blood or any sort of help. Eventually though you had the guts to run to them with whatever you needed. In fact, they encouraged it. So, you didn’t wait for them to come to you, instead you went to them. 

And when you burst into the room, incredible pain coursing in your gut and mouth throbbing, Diavolo barely bat an eye and dropped all his paperwork to open his arms for you and pulled your body into his lap, hugging you close as he could. Barbatos was right beside him and he promptly removed all the work that was in the way. 

Whining, you pressed into Diavolo’s neck to bite with your flimsy fangs. You still were not strong enough to break skin and because his was so strong and thick being the Demon Lord you wouldn’t be able to for a long, long time. The pressure helped, though. 

Diavolo soothed you with a small rocking motion, arms wrapped around your waist and upper back. “Poor baby, you must be in so much pain. Is it your little teeth growing?” 

You nodded. “Mmmhmm!” You bit down harder on his neck, smelling his blood but not being able to drink. When he didn’t cut his skin like usual, you tipped your head back with wet eyes. “Dia?” 

He smiled at you. “Let me see your pretty teeth, baby?” You opened your mouth and he promptly pressed two of his fingers in. You gagged for a moment then moaned at the fantastic feeling of his large digits pressure on your aching gums. “There now, that feels good, doesn’t it?” 

You hummed, closing your eyes. He tasted good. You tried to bite but he tutted at you. Not that you’d be able to anyways. 

“She’s drooling, my lord.” 

“Yes, but it’s very cute so you shouldn’t mind,” Diavolo teased. 

Barbatos huffed a laugh. “I won’t deny that because she  is  adorable.” 

Diavolo laughed. He looked at you again and you blinked while sucking his warm fingers, clutching his shirt in your tight grip. “All right, lovely, do you want to drink now?” he asked, removing his fingers from your wet achy mouth. 

“Please?” You pressed back to his neck, chin pressed to his collarbone, and nibbled lightly the soft tanned skin, drooling a little. “’m thirsty...” 

Diavolo cooed. “Yes, little one, I see that. Let me take off my shirt off or Barbatos will be angry with me.” He winked. “He just did the laundry.” 

“Young Master,” Barbatos with fake exasperation. 

“I’m just kidding... mostly.” 

You giggled, wincing only slightly. 

Once he was shirtless you tucked your head back to his warm soft flesh, feeling a pulsing vein. This was taking forever. 

“Hush now, move aside so I can help you feed, my darling.” 

You moved your head a little and he cut open his neck and quickly you suckled around the sliced skin. He put his hand on your lower back, and you began happily wiggling with each gulp. His blood was warm and filling you up fast. 

“You’re feeding so well now, my love, that makes us so happy,” Barbatos announced. 

“Mhm, getting stronger each day.” 

You hummed and closed your eyes, focusing on the blood, but hearing their praises made you really happy.  

Diavolo’s blood was warm and salty and perfect. You just woke up from barely enough sleep but the heat was rising to your own skin and you knew that you’d be sleeping again soon. After a few minutes of drinking Diavolo’s blood, you lapped with a cat-like motion at his neck and leaned back, watching the blood leak out with bleary eyes. 

Diavolo put his hand over his neck, sealing the cut. “You’re done, darling? Are you sure?” 

“Mmm!” Licking your fangs you grinned, blood dribbling down your chin. 

With practiced ease, Barbatos wiped your mouth with a wet cloth he had at the ready and sighed with a shake of his head. “When will you learn to drink without making a mess of things?” he asked fondly. 

You puckered your bottom lip out, long teeth over-biting, “I’m sorry, ‘s good and I forget when I taste Dia’s blood.” 

Barbatos sighed again, this one with a shoulder deflate so he meant it. “It's mostly on your face.” 

You shrugged. “Sorry, but Dia tastes good. And y-you do too, Barb!” 

They both laughed. 

Barbatos flicked your nose, a teasing gaze in his green eyes. “Yes, fledgling, I know he does, but please try and keep it clean for me?” 

“I’ll try my best but no promises,” you teased. But that was pretty much the truth because once the blood hit your tongue all thoughts of stopping or slowing down ceased and your focus went to feeding. 

The demon butler crouched low beside you, and used his thumb to stroke away fresh blood from your chin he missed on his initial clean up. His skin was warm and you caught his hand quickly, and suckled the digit into your mouth to taste the leftover blood. His eyes softened more and he even wiggled his finger against the root of your fangs near the gums and your eyes fluttered closed at the nice feeling. 

“So sweet,” Diavolo cooed, brushing hair from your face to watch you suckle Barbatos’ finger for a moment or two. “Doesn’t that feel nice on your aching gums?” 

You hummed a reply best you could. Having their fingers in your mouth  was  nice. 

Diavolo helped you curl up on his lap, close to his chest as he rubbed your back The skin to skin contact was perfect. A low purr came from his belly, the small vibrations something he only did on occasion. After you settled in, Barbatos draped the blanket over your back and Diavolo helped wrap you up all snug. You never denied being given a blanket, or swaddled in one, or hugged. Basically, any form of warmth. Before you were Turned, you struggled for warmth, never making enough to have the heat on or afford a lot of blankets. Having two demonic bodies full of heat and a warm bed to sleep in was a luxury you would always take advantage of. 

Yawning, you reached a hand up to tug it more tucked over you, and slipped your eyes closed. “Mmm, sleepy,” you murmured. 

“Then rest, little one. Your belly’s full, hm?” Diavolo teased, one hand rubbing your tummy over the blanket. “That will help you sleep.” 

“Such a sweet tired vampire,” Barbatos said. “Are you warm enough?” 

You nuzzled Diavolo’s bare chest. “Mm! Very warm.” 

“Good, I’m glad. Sleep well, sweetheart.” 

“Yes, have pleasant dreams,” Diavolo whispered. 

You fell asleep quickly, hearing a tidbit of their conversation as you tumbled into your dreams. 

“My lord, perhaps we should start a routine of blood before bed again, as we did when she first arrived?” 

“That’s a good idea. I feel terrible seeing her in so much pain.” 

“I agree.” A pause. “Hm, I may have something to help with that.” 

_+_ 

“So which ones do you like best, baby?” Diavolo asked. 

“You can choose whichever you’d like, or if you don’t like any of these then we can find one you would prefer,” said Barbatos. 

Having been cuddled on the sofa, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a short-sleeved scoop shirt wanting to be comfortable for the evening in the softer clothing, you were reading a mystery novel waiting on them to come back from the store. This was not what you expected them to buy and dump out in front of you. 

The table held about 10 different teething rings/toys. Some looked like basic rings, others fruits, others animals. They were all shapes and colors. 

“These will help your teeth,” Diavolo explained. “They’re normally for babies but they do help!” He seemed super excited for this. 

“But... I don’t want to use these...” You pouted. 

“I know, little one, but you don’t have to use them all the time. Only in specific circumstances.” 

When you just pouted more and said nothing, Diavolo sighed. He reached for the bag he set on the side of the table and pulled out a small package the size of Chapstick, and he held it up proudly. “We bought some medicine for you, too. It’s a gel we can apply to your teeth when they hurt. Doesn’t that sound nice?” 

You admitted that it did, but at the same time you liked to bite on your fingers or on their necks or arms. You barely left marks on their demon bodies with your ‘baby fangs’ so why did you need all this you weren’t sure. Plus, you liked being cuddled on their laps or in their arms, warm and soft, it felt like home to you. If you were being given these things then what would happen to that time together with your saviors? 

“Do you not... want me to...” 

“What is it, dear?” Barbatos asked.  

You held your arms with each hand, rubbing softly, feeling chilled. Your eyes watered and you tipped your head down, ashamed. “Do you not want to be close to me anymore?” you whispered. 

The silence was deafening to your sensitive ears, the fireplace crackling in the air, the smell of wood mixing with the other scents in the room. What were they thinking? 

Diavolo spoke first—adamantly, too. “ Of course  that isn’t true! We love being close with you. Why do you think that way, baby?” Diavolo moved to sit beside you, his big arms enclosing around you, one hand bringing your head to rest on his chest, your favorite spot. You started to sob and clung to his shirt feeling overwhelmed. “Please don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

While Diavolo hugged you and pet your hair gently cooing in your ear, Barbatos took a seat on your other side and his hand rubbed up and down your trembling back. “Please tell us, little one, we want to understand.” 

Sitting between them right then brought you comfort and you tried to focus on that and not the thought of maybe being alone again when you needed them. 

You inhaled Diavolo’s spicier scent, and Barbatos’ scent which was like citrus with a warm hint of freshly brewed tea. It relaxed you somewhat and you hiccupped, trying to stop the tears to speak your mind. “You want me to use these teeth toys and this gel and I won’t be able to hold you or feel close to you and I hate that.” Then you paused, and closed your eyes tightly for a moment. “I don’t want you to go,” you admitted with a thickness in your throat. 

“Ah, I see...” Diavolo hummed. He kissed the top of your head and with a gentle push you were sat back between them, the demon cupping your cheeks and smiling fondly as you blinked open to look at his beautiful gold eyes. “Such wet round cheeks, like a baby” he teased lightly. 

You sniffled, and lightly slapped his chest. “Meanie.” And at that he just laughed. The sound helped relax you, made it seem like nothing was changing. Just the typical Diavolo. 

Meanwhile, Barbatos had a tissue in his hands and helped wipe your teary face carefully. Once he was done, he ran his gloved finger under your eye, you sighed at the gentle touch, and his eyes flashed a darker shade of green for a moment before he dropped his hand back down. “Why don’t we explain to alleviate your fears.” 

You nodded, keeping your hands together on your lap. “Please do,” you murmured. 

“Oh, my sweet baby vampire,” Diavolo cooed. “We would never want to be away from you. Ever since we found you, I really hate being away from you. Doing all this work has never been more unpleasant. The unfortunate thing is I have to and I can’t always be here, and the same goes for Barbatos. That’s why we want to make sure your growing fangs are taken care of. We’ll gladly feed you daily and it’s no trouble but I know your aches come and go, so if we aren’t here you’ll have something to help without hurting yourself.” 

Barbatos reached out to clasp your hand, and you turned your head to look at him. “I’ve known a few vampires through my years and these will help you. You like to bite down, the pressure helps?” You nodded. He smiled. “I don’t like when I see you biting your fingers or lip, however, so that’s why we brought these. And the medicine will numb your gums so you’ll be able to sleep better, and it will also help when you're feeding from one of us and it aches.” 

You winced. That wasn’t fun, having the hunger and terrible teeth aches that came with it. You glanced at the teething toys on the table. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea... 

“I-I want...” you fidgeted and reached out to grab one, a little one that was shaped like a bunny. It was lighter than you assumed. “This one.” You held it up, and looked to each of them for approval. 

Diavolo grinned. He hugged you tight very abruptly and you oofed into his body, and giggled. “Dia!” 

He squeezed you once, not super tight, and laughed. “I’m so proud of you, fledgling.” He held your face in his hands and kissed your nose, a fond look passing his gaze as you scrunched it up. 

Barbatos was next in his affections, and he kissed your forehead so sweetly and slowly, you turned a deep shade of red. “Very proud indeed.” His eyes did the same thing as Diavolo’s. 

You held the bunny teether and smiled, twirling it in your hand. It was cute. 

_+_ 

You chewed on your teether and hummed as you scribbled on the papers with your ink pen. The fireplace was going strong a few feet away where you sat on the floor, in front of you was the coffee table which was covered in books and notes of all kinds. Diavolo had given you some texts and you were slowly learning more about Demon culture. 

Admittedly, you were a little scared when they told you what they were, but considering they saved your life... You really didn’t care. And you were a Vampire so drinking blood from two Demons wasn’t all that strange. 

“Darling, are you okay?” Barbatos called from the doorway. He strolled in with a small smile, and crouched before you. He kissed your forehead, you blushed. “Studying hard I see.” 

You took out the teether from your mouth and smiled up at the demon butler. “Mmm! It’s really fun to read all this. I never got to learn a lot in school about anything really so getting the chance to read and study is exciting.”  

“I’m glad to hear that, darling. You can read any of the books in here you’d like to. Just please let me know if you want to go into the other sections that are locked up. I may have to reverse some spells to allow you access because they're dangerous books but with some supervision I can show you.” 

“Thanks!” 

He stood up and placed his hand on your head. He wore his Student Council uniform and looked immaculate as always. “Are you hungry?” 

“Um...” You were a little bit, but you also wanted to finish the chapter you were on. 

“Sweetheart, if you’re hungry you need to feed. I know it’s been a while since you’ve had severe hunger pains but you do still need to eat. Please, allow me.” He helped you stand up with a gloved grip on your arm and other hand at your back, and led you both to sit on the sofa. He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. “Please be careful and try not to get blood on yourself. You’re dressed far to sweetly today.” 

You wore a cozy purple sweater and knee length black and white stripped skirt with thin black stockings. Your wardrobe had expanded a lot and you liked soft things, and warm clothing like sweaters and leggings. 

“Barb!” you grumbled, embarrassed.  

Lately, though, their teasings made you feel a different sort of way, and you weren't sure what to make of it. Having no sex for a quite a long time was probably the reason. You just couldn’t tell them about your dreams, or how you sometimes got horny drinking their blood. Maybe that was why you were holding off on drinking too... 

“I’m just playing, sweetling. Now drink up, the Young Master will be home soon.” He slit a small line on his wrist with his nail and held it up to your lips. “Quickly now before it seals.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and gently mouthed around the wound. But after a few gulps the blood was dripping down and landed on your skirt. He sighed and pulled away, the suction of your mouth making a popping noise.  

You frowned, and licked your lips. “Barb?” 

“I’m sorry, dear, I know you’re still thirsty. I just don’t want blood all over the couch or yourself. Here, drink from my neck.” He patted his lap and you climbed onto him, legs long on the couch. One of your arms on your own lap, the other around the back of the sofa behind his head. He smiled at you, “Are you comfortable?” 

“Yeah, ‘m good.” 

He tilted his head away from you and gave you one last look before he did. “Try not to spill.” 

You bit at your lips. “I’ll try,” you murmured. 

One quick swipe with his nail on his neck and you drank once more. His blood had a different flavor than Diavolo’s. While the Demon Lord’s blood gave a sort of tingle, a shock like feeling, Barbatos’ was thicker and more like dark chocolate with salt and iron. No matter what, the feeding gave your body warmth. 

And while the position you were in was not new for some reason your belly was tight and you found yourself moving your hips, moaning as the blood pouring down your throat ignited a different type of heat. The friction was not enough but it would do, and you squeezed your legs together just so. You hoped he didn’t notice.  

But, of course... he did. 

“Oh darling, are you feeling very good?” he asked matter-of-fact, his white-gloved hand curling under your hair to cup at the base of your neck. You cried, shutting your eyes, biting down harder on his skin. He didn’t even wince. “Shhh, you’re doing so well. It’s all right to feel this way when you feed, I promise.” 

After a few more gulps of his blood, you pulled away, but didn’t look at him. Instead, you tried to leave, your reflexes much faster now, but he kept one hand on your neck and his other held your waist in a grip that wasn’t bruising but was very firm. 

“Now, don’t go, little one. The Young Master is arriving and we should talk.” 

You sobbed dryly, clinging to the fabric of your skirt. “’m sorry!” 

“Hush now baby, you have no reason to apologize.” He lightly squeezed your waist and thumbed where a little patch of skin popped out from the top of your skirt. 

Just then, he arrived, wearing his ’Human World’ look as he called it. “What’s this, is my little one feeding?” Diavolo happily asked as he strolled into the room. Once he saw the state of your feared face and Barbatos’ concerned one, he paused. “What’s wrong?” He stepped to the back of the couch, the table in the way, to lean down and kiss your head, keeping his face pressed to the top in order to inhale your smell. You used a lavender shampoo and he liked it a lot. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. What’s happened for you to make such a face?” 

Barbatos replied for you. “She’s starting to get aroused when feeding, Young Master, and it frightened her.” 

“Ah, I see.” Diavolo cooed. “Poor baby is scared, but you don’t need to be. We’re here for you with whatever you need. Do you want to feel good, honey?” Diavolo purred into your ear, combing his fingers through your hair gently. His tone was deeper, and intense, and made your lower body tense and tighten. “Why don’t you move your hips a little bit, I think that will help, yes?” 

“But I—" 

Barbatos shushed you. “None of that.” He cupped your cheeks and turned your head, looking deep into your eyes. It was mesmerizing and calmed you instantly, his thumbs caressing underneath your wet eyes. “It would make me happy to see you like that. Please, use me how you’d like.” 

You whined, cheeks a flame and blood pumping. Why did he have to say it like that?  

Glancing up at Diavolo and then back to Barbatos, you were overwhelmed. But the churning in your gut, the heat of arousal was so intense, you simply cried out softly, “B-barb, Dia—I—” 

Diavolo’s large hand pet your hair back until his grip did the same thing Barbatos’ did, cupping your neck like a newborn kitten, gripping the nape to calm you down, and it worked. “It’s too much, baby, I know, but trust us all right? All you have to do is spread your legs and grind down until it feels good. Just let yourself go. Okay?” 

You were burning up inside and out. “Mmm... ‘kay...” 

You closed your eyes, and lifted one of your legs to slip it between Barbatos’ so you straddled one of his thighs, your motions slow and unsure. Lowering yourself further down, you held onto his shoulders and tossed your head back as you felt Barbatos’ heated leg against your clothed vagina. Only a pair of underwear and stockings, and his black slacks, in the way. You started to grind down, huffing here and there. 

“Keep going, darling, you’re feeling good, hm?” 

“Y-yeah... ‘s really good.” 

You moved faster, legs spreading wider to get the friction on your clit. Panting, hands squeezed Barbatos’ shoulders. You were steadily rising closer to the end, the pleasure building and your hips moving side to side. Barbatos’ hands held your hips, just resting as you moved, and Diavolo’s hand was still at your neck doing the same. Having their touch on you, and inhaling their comforting scents—the spicy one of Diavolo, the sweeter of Barbatos’—it went to your head. That combined with the recent blood intake made your head feel heavy, and you grit your teeth, uncaring about the small ache that came with it. In another part of your brain, you wanted a finger or your teether in your mouth to help. 

“Mmmhgg! M-more,” you sighed, chasing the incoming satisfaction. It was almost there, but so far. You felt a tear of frustration escape your closed eye lid. You just wanted to reach it already. 

“She’s trying so hard,” Diavolo commented. 

“I can assist a little bit with that.” Barbatos lifted his leg up then, and it was abrupt and wonderful and you sobbed as you came, your nerves tingling and pussy throbbing, an explosion behind your eyes.  

“Well... I was not expecting that,” Diavolo chuckled. “But I should have all things considered.” 

You sniffled, feeling a wetness cooling in your undies. But your head was fuzzy and your body flushed, so you exhaled and collapsed into Barbatos’ chest, nuzzling his collarbone. “Mmm..” 

“Such a sweet vampire,” he said softly, his hands rubbing up and down your back. “We’re so proud of you.” 

They let you have a minute to come back to yourself, and you swallowed, tasting blood still in your mouth. “Do I—can we do that again?” you asked, tilting your head up at the red-headed demon standing behind the couch. 

Diavolo smiled. “Of course, little one, whenever you’d like.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your nose, making you laugh. 

“We won’t deny you the pleasures of the flesh.” 

“Barbatos! Don’t-please don’t say it like that!” You held your cheeks and whined. He made it sound so dirty. 

Barbatos just smiled, “I’m only speaking the truth.” 

Diavolo chuckled. “I agree with Barbatos, dearheart. You mean a lot to us and we would be honored to continue down this road. If that's what you’d want?” 

You had no hesitation. “Please. Yes.” 

“Good, that’s very good. Now, I recently came back from the human world and I brought you some gifts. Come and see!” Diavolo grabbed your hand and tugged you up into his arms, and you laughed loudly as he ran down the hall, Barbatos trailing behind, saying something about changing clothes first. 

“She smells so good, I think I'll keep her like this,” Diavolo teased, and your already reddened cheeks were probably lobster red. 

“Young Master,” Barbatos exhaled. “That’s unsanitary.” 

You nibbled your lip, clinging to Diavolo’s cape. For some reason, that made your head spin in a wonderful way hearing Diavolo say that. It was like how you liked their smells and so you knew what he meant. “I-I don’t mind...” 

Diavolo grinned, and kissed your head. “See!” 

“So messy, the both of you,” Barbatos murmured just loud enough for you to hear. 

Chapter Text

The Demon Lord’s castle kitchen smelled like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Barbatos had been in it for hours, making all different kinds of sweets, and the sugary aromas permeated the room. But, being a vampire and not being able to eat anything, you didn’t care at all as you pranced in and announced, gleefully: 

“Barbatos! What do you think of my new toys?” 

The demon butler did not seem shocked to see or hear you enter the kitchen. He set down his tray of cookies he just pulled from one of the many ovens and strolled over to give you a gentle kiss on your lips which you accepted with a giggle. Then he glanced at the pink box in your hands with a raised brow. “Honey, I love you very much, but please don’t bring dildos into my kitchen. Especially when I’m baking for the Lords and Ladies gathering this evening.” 

You pouted and held up the box with three pretty toys, each different sizes and colors, all nestled in soft fabric. Playing with sex toys was new for you and you wanted to try them all with Barbatos and Diavolo. “But Asmo got me these as a present! And-and this lace bra and undies I’m wearing, do you want to see?” You shifted out a hip, playing coy. 

Barbatos wasn’t fazed, yet again, but he played along. “Hmm. I just pulled the last tray out, so I have some time while they cool.” He stepped back from you, slipped off his gloves to set them elsewhere, and gestured at your body. “Go on then, disrobe.” 

With absolutely no hesitation from you, you dropped the box of toys you held to the closest counter and started to remove your clothing until you were only in your undergarments. The kitchen was warm thankfully from the baking he was doing, otherwise your nipples would’ve been achy from the cold, which everyone knew you hated being cold. 

As Barbatos green eyes gleamed as they roamed your figure appreciatively, you would do anything he asked of you in that moment, or any moment truthfully. 

“What do you think?” you asked, blinking rapidly. Asmo showed you some flirting techniques and you wanted to put them to use. 

“The color suits you.” He walked around you in a circle, appraising you with his intense gaze. His hand stroked lightly over your sternum and you blushed, ducking your head down. “Now, don’t hide that pretty face.” He lifted your face up with two fingers on your chin. “You’re so beautiful.” 

“Barb-- umf!” 

He kissed you without pause, licking into the seam of your lips. “Open up for me, darling girl,” he whispered with heated breath on your mouth. 

You did so and he kissed you deeply, and with his whole body leaning into it. His hand went to press against your right breast and lightly thumb your nipple over the lace fabric. You whimpered, and he ate that up, growling against your mouth. His teeth clashed with yours and you always worried about your sharp teeth but they never hurt your demons. 

“So delicious.” He pulled your lip. It would probably bruise, and that made you happy. You wanted him to mark you up and make you his.  

He bit down again, and you moaned, pussy throbbing. “Ahh~” Pressing to his clothed front, desperate to feel him, but the difference in his clothed form to your almost bare one made you very frustrated. “Wana touch your skin, please...” 

“Sweet little vampire,” he cooed, again thumbing at your breasts over the lace. You grit your teeth at the sharp painful pleasure of his nails scraping your nipples. “How would you like me, darling?” 

“W-what d’you mean?” you panted, head tossed back just so at the tingly pleasure in your nipples. 

“Do you want me in my demon form?” he asked, and kissed over your cheek. “Whatever pleases you most, my dear. It’s your choice to make.” 

He planned on fucking you, here, in  his kitchen.  That imagery had you nibbling your lips again, hard, and he tutted at you to stop so you did. Still, you imagined it, him in his demon form, tail slithering inside your body, stuffing you full with his twin apendages. Right against his counters where he put his macaroons or cupcakes or dinner for Diavolo... It was naughty. Barbatos was such a clean freak and that he couldn’t wait to have you in bed, that he would please you now in his favorite place, where he did what he loved, you were so red hot it burned deep in your belly. 

“Y-yes, that form please. I-I wanna feel your tail...” 

“As you wish. Is the reasoning that you like my tail, fucking into you, splitting you apart?” He slipped his hands down your body to curl around your bare hips, the skin-to-skin contact was what you wanted but still not enough. Although any touch from him or Diavolo made you shiver in the best way.  

“Yes, I love your tails inside me,” you trembled out. 

You cried out as he cupped your pussy in his hand. The contact was abrupt and you loved when he curled his long fingers to press the fabric of your undies into you just so. It was dirty and messy. You loved being dirty and messy with him. You spread your legs wider for him automatically. 

“I know you do,” he replied. “Because you were honest with me, I’ll let you choose which hole I stick my cock in and which I fuck my tail in.” 

“B-both?” you whispered in awe. 

You pictured it then. You, on your belly, ass up. Barbatos’ elegant hands on your hips, holding you back against his cock as it slipped between your cheeks. He never stuck his cock in your ass before but you could almost feel it roughly opening you up. And his tail, slick in your pussy, twin-tips spreading you open, maybe he’d touch your clit with his other tail, too, and the options were endless. 

“I see your wheels turning in your head again, such a cute little face you’re making as you think. So, what do you want?” He leaned over you, kissing your neck up to your ear, small bites and wet smooches that made you lean your head for him to have better access. His finger trailed down the center of your chest and back up, then pressed to your neck on the side, squeezing just so for you to feel his warm hand deep in your bones.  

“I need an answer now,” he whispered into your ear directly. 

“P-please put your cock in my—in my ass,” you begged, and turned your head to kiss him. 

He smirked on your mouth, and bit at your bottom lip, tugging it before kissing it in a sort of apology. The sting was what you wanted, and you cried in the back of your throat, and reached your hands towards him to grab his arms. 

“Please, bite me more?” 

“Oh, the vampire likes to be bitten?” he teased.  

“Yes, ‘s good. Stings.” 

He hummed, and went back to nibbling your lips. He did that for several seconds before traveling down your chin and neck to bite and suck. His hands stroked down your back, nails scratching just so, and he unlatched your bra, and you helped him take it off by sitting up, and then helped you step out of your panties. 

Once you were totally nude, that was when Barbatos transformed, and he was beautiful as ever in his demon form, but still clothed. You realized he would most likely not remove his clothing, and probably just undo his pants when the time came to fuck you. The difference of him being in clothes to you being nude had you flushed all over, and you held in a whimper, trying to not cover yourself up because Barbatos would not like that. 

“Let’s get you ready for my cock.” Barbatos produced a bottle of lube, the magic was very good to have, and pulled a chair from the table in the corner of the room to sit regal like. He grinned at your naked form standing in awe at his own person. “Over my lap now,” he patted his thigh. 

You gulped. Usually that was a bad position to be in, like when you were in trouble and got spanked, but now it was making you feel hot and bothered to be splayed over his lap with his fingers inside your hole getting you prepared for his large cock. 

“Dear one, I am not going to wait here forever.” His tails reached out and tugged you closer by the wrists, and you gasped, quickly following their direction. They always felt slippery but strong in the grip of them. “Over my lap,” he repeated, and helped lay you over so your ass was in perfect view for him. “Such a pretty sight to behold,” he sighed, patting your bottom. 

“Nnngg, no punishment spanking please,” 

He chuckled. “Not today, as long as you behave...” he teased. 

You whined some more and wiggled, kicking your feet. Your hands were braced around the legs of the chair and your head felt a little fuzzy from the position. 

“It’ll sting for a moment but we don’t want my entry hurting you too badly.” 

A wet glob dropped right over your hole and it was cold and slimey and had you clenching up. Then Barbatos’ finger came along and pressed inside of your tight hole, and slipped all the way in. You clenched around it, your puckers nerves igniting. “Relax, dear one,” he said, and curled his finger in you. 

You hissed out and kicked a little at the burn. He fucked you in and out a few minutes with his large finger, the wet squelch echoing the room with your heavy pants. 

“You’re so tense, baby, I need you to relax and bare down for me please.” 

“Mmmm, okay,” and so you focused on the feeling of him being inside you, that soon he would be in both your holes filing you up good. It helped a little bit and Barbatos hummed happily. 

His other hand splayed over your lower back to keep you in place, grounding you. Then one finger became two and when he got to three, he began pulling you open with a claw like hand and you sobbed at the stretch. “You’re so wet, my darling,” he commented. 

You realized he meant your pussy, and it was wet from the stimulation of his fingers in your ass, but you were so focused on feeling him pull your ass open you didn't even notice your arousal growing enough to wet his own pants. 

“S-sorry,” you panted. 

He chuckled. “No apologies needed. Your breathtaking, little fledgling.” 

He got the three fingers all the way inside of you and fucked you deep and hard, and you cried and wiggled. You wanted him so badly to be fucking you, tearing you open, holding you close. You needed him so much. 

He stopped after a few minutes and said you were ready, and directed you to be splayed over the bare kitchen counter, and pressed you face down into the cool marble. Your legs were a little wobbly and you felt some lube leaking down your thighs with some of your own juices. Your breast were bare in the air, nipples hard from the earlier abuse of Barbatos’ nails. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, spreading your cheeks with his hands, the cooling feel of the lube on the air making your anus clench. 

You whimpered, pressed hips back towards him. “N-no, but I like it. Want it to feel good but... rough, too.” 

“Ah, you want it rough, do you?” He let go of your cheeks and there was a loud slap when he spanked you, and he did it for several hits, warming your bottom. Usually, you hated being spanked but this wasn’t punishment, this was all pleasure. “So pretty, all red. This is what you want?” 

“Please~” you cried. The burn was so good but you needed him inside of you. Your pussy was dripping, and your asshole was wet and ready from his prep. 

“Hush and take what I give you,” he ordered, smacking your cheeks again. 

“Want you inside me, please please, tear me apart with your cock!” 

“Such naughty words, but if that’s what you need, I’ll give you just that.” His hands gripped your hips, and he pressed his cock to your lubed pucker, it felt large and hot. 

You lay on your arms, and bit into the flesh of one of them, drawing blood, preparing for the burn of his cock stretching you open. The pain helped settle you but Barbatos did not agree. 

“Enough of that,” he hissed. His tail came to smack your pussy and it stung, and you whimpered. “I will gag you, if need be, little one. Do  not  bite yourself or you won’t be getting my cock.” 

You sobbed dryly. “’m sorry! Pl-please, fuck me!” 

Barbatos’ hands stroked up your back and down again, scrapping as he did. "I’m going to fuck you so hard and fast you’ll not have time to do anything but cry. What do you think of that, my darling vampire?” 

“Y-yes, I want that, wana feel good just like that-” 

His cock was inside you in seconds, tearing you open, and in the same moment in time his twin-tipped tail slipped in your pussy. Being filled so fast made you literally cry and you gripped your own arms and focused on feeling him. He was brutal and quick, and the motion had your breasts bouncing and your hips snapping forward. Your entire body was sweaty and hot.  

“Ahhh~ ‘s good, ‘s good,” you repeated, delirious with pleasure. 

“Such a perfect vampire, letting me fuck you like this.” 

He leaned over you fully, and nibbled at the back of your neck. You cried out, it was sensitive, and he bit down hard enough to draw a treacle of blood. Your eyes squeezed shut and you couldn’t help but arch back into it, wanting more. 

“You’re becoming a pain slut, hm?” 

You gasped, chest and belly tight. Barbatos' cock splitting your ass apart, and his slippery tails tugging your pussy open, and they both filled your holes completely. “’m so close, gonna cum,” you confessed. 

“Not until I fill you up. Hold it for me.” 

The wetness in your eyes burned and the tears came fast. “Please let me, need to cum, please ‘ve been good.” 

His tail slithered out of you and you hated the emptiness, until it returned only this time not as filling, and quickly you found out why when your swollen clit was being rubbed with the tip of his second tail. That had you screaming in pleasure, tightening around him and drooling with the need to cum, the pressure in your pussy was coiled so tight it was about to burst apart. 

“Almost there, just a little longer,” he said, sounding out of breathe.  

But you couldn’t wait and as he hit deep and hard your orgasm exploded out of you, and you nearly collapsed if not for him holding you up and coming hard inside of you, filling you with his hot seed. It dribbled out around your hole while you felt your body vibrate and shake, and your eyes remained closed. 

Your legs were jelly-like, and your head spun. You were floating away fast. As Barbatos slipped from you, you winced, and cried when he moved away from you. He wouldn’t leave, right? 

Barbatos' voice seemed far away, but his hands were only gone for a few seconds before they wrapped around you, hugging you to his warmth. “Shh, I’m here, my dear. You did such a good job, little one, I am so proud of you. Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed for a little nap. Are you thirsty?” 

You hummed, took a little longer than usual to answer but eventually you shook your head. Then you drifted away, body sore and satisfied, mind replaying small moments of Barbatos touching you. 

He helped you into a bath and cleaned up your body, gently wiping at your swollen puffy holes, dabbing your mouth from some stray blood when you bit your own body. These moments you barely remembered, only flashes.  

You fully came to as he tucked you into bed, wearing soft shorts and a tank top. Feeling sated and cared for at his tender actions, you smiled softly at him as he maneuvered around your room, closing the curtains and fixing your bed pillow. Even if you knew you’d be sore after you woke right then you only felt happiness, your cheeks red and flushed, your toes even felt tingly, at how much he looked after you. 

“Barb?” 

“Yes, my sweet?” 

“Next time can we use the toys?” You blinked owlishly at him. 

Barbatos chuckled. He smoothed away some hair from your cheek, and kissed you on your forehead. “Perhaps.” 

_+_ 

“I’m disappointed in you, my sweetling. I told you not to bite and look at where that got you.” 

You whined, tears in your eyes, and tried to speak but obviously could not. Because of the gag in your mouth. And there was a vibrator in your pussy, a low setting but still pleasurable, and because you were sat in bed it was nestled deep inside you, hitting all your spots. 

Barbatos tutted from where he stood in front of you. He wore a disappointed face, stern in his tone. “You really need to take better care of your pretty lips. I know it’s difficult sometimes to not bite, but if you draw blood, you're hurting yourself and I simply will not allow that to happen.” He cupped your cheek and cooed, “such wet eyes, are you upset, my darling?” 

You shook your head as best as you could. Because you were not upset, just horny. You started babbling around the gag. 

“Lay back,” he said, and you did so on the bed, and spread your bare legs wider for him. “Good job, you’re learning. I’m proud of you.” 

Your body shivered. The praise had you tightening on the toy inside you, pussy throbbing around it. The vibrator had little ridges on it and thus it wasn’t as easy to slip out which you were glad for because you were very wet. 

It was about ten minutes ago when you were caught snooping through some stuff and you got scolded by Barbatos, and he did not like when you kept biting your lips with your fangs. But you couldn't help it because it was upsetting to be in trouble. He probably told you three times before he finally had enough. 

“Seeing as you aren’t able to listen when I speak, I shall help you stop that ridiculous biting another way.” 

And he led you into your bedroom—which, honestly, you rarely used now that you shared with Diavolo or Barbatos—and sat you on the center. Promptly, he pulled a pink gag out from who knows where and before you could speak it was strapped around your head and the piece placed between your lips. 

“There now, much better. Now we can begin your punishment.” 

And thus you were naked and gagged and stuffed with your new toy. 

“Hands above your head,” he ordered, and they were wrapped in soft ribbon and tied to the bed post as soon as you did. You tugged and they did not budge. 

The demon knelt next to you on the bed by your hip, and sat back to observe you, more specifically the place between your legs. “Hm, such a wet pussy,” Barbatos commented, and in his hand was a remote connected with the toy. “Shall we up the setting?” and he clicked it twice. 

The sounds in the room increased. One being the vibrations of the toy, and the other being your own moans as you writhed on the bed. The vibarations reached more of you than you thought it could, so strong and sure. Even your clit was throbbing but it needed attention, and you tugged your restraints with a sad moan. 

Barbatos pressed his gloved fingers to your cheek around the gag, smiling that soft smile of his. “My baby fledgling, all gagged and soaking wet... Do you want to cum?” 

You nodded, blinking away some tears. The intensity was building in your belly. “Pllssshhh!” 

“Good manners, but I want to play a little longer.” 

You sobbed.  

“Maybe good girls shouldn’t be in places they aren’t allowed.” 

You whined. “Sssrrrggyyy, ‘m ssrrggyy!” 

He cupped one of your breasts and lightly flicked a perky nipple, and you jumped. His hand stroked down your warmed body to stay flat on your lower belly above your pussy. He patted twice, and looked into your leaking eyes. “Do you want me to touch you here?” His finger hovered over your clit, and you lifted your hips.  

He frowned and pulled away. You hated it so much.  

“That is not how we ask for things.” 

You swallowed around the gag and cried in the back of your throat. “Sssrrr, Bbbrrrbb,” you said, and relaxed your hips back to the mattress, and gave him wet puppy eyes. “’m ssrryy.” 

He clicked the remote and the vibrations grew again and your head tossed back against the pillows as a wave of pleasure ran through your entire body. You were so close to cumming, but you needed just a little more. He was torturing you. 

“Plllsss! Pllllss, Bbrrbb~” 

“Shhh, my love, I'm here,” he pet at your inner thighs, which were soaked from your own juices, and he fingered over your entrance around the toy, poking like he was fascinated by it. Then he pinched your clit and rubbed between his fingertips. “So swollen and hot, your little clit is begging for attention. You may cum.” 

You sobbed and cried and twitched as you shut your eyes and came strong, burning hot and sated at last. 

Barbatos worked you through it, and your stomach was taught and your pussy and clit you could practically feel pulsating. He stopped when you had too much without you needing to say a word, shutting the toy off and letting your aching clit go. 

You panted and melted into the bedding, legs and belly and arms sore. The brightened behind your eyes you could see open or shut, the orgasm was so intense. 

“Good girl, you did such a good job. Relax, I’m removing the toy now...” 

You cried out softly when the vibrator slipped free, hearing the wet squelch and feeling embarrassed but also super floaty. He then leaned over you and un did the gag from around your head, and the ribbon on your hands. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I won’t do it again, promise.” 

He kissed your swollen lips. “That, I don’t believe for a second.” 

You sniffled. “’m good?” 

“You’re a sweet girl, love, but we both know you’ll get into mischief again. And that’s okay, because I, and Lord Diavolo, will be here to teach you over and over again.” 

You clung to his arms and cried. He said nothing else, softly humming, and took you to the bathroom to wash away the stickiness and apply an ointment to your lips and wrists from the gag and restraints. You calmed down with his soft ministrations and leaned into his chest, sleepy and ready to cuddle. 

“My little one gets so overwhelmed easily, hm,” he murmured into your hair. 

“Nuh-uh. You’re mean ‘s all.” 

“Oh, I’m mean?” he chuckled, taking you back to the newly changed bed. Probably Little D’s did the cleaning.  

“Yeah... ‘m sore.” 

“Ah, but don’t you feel good?” 

“Mmmm.” He wasn’t wrong, so you said nothing. 

But Barbatos knew. And as he lay you down to nap, he kissed your nose and smiled as you wrinkled it. “My sweet girl. My good little vampire.” 

The pull of sleep was strong and you shut your eyes, yawned, and reached a hand to lightly pat his chest. “Love you.” 

“I love you.” 

You went to sleep just as he said, sore, but feeling good inside. 

Chapter Text

Being a creature who survived on blood alone, you didn’t ever think you’d ingest anything  but  blood after being bitten. Then again if that were true you would not be where you were at now: lying on a couch in Lucifer’s office at RAD, wrapped in a soft blanket, utterly sick. And having to handle the demon brothers’ bickering and shouting along with it... 

“She’s dying!” Asmo cried. 

“I feel terrible, I should have looked closer at the bottle. This is all my fault,” Satan said. 

“No, it isn’t, it’s Mammon’s fault,” Belphie stated. 

Clearly, Mammon was upset with that. “W-WHAT! I WASN’T EVEN HERE WHEN THIS HAPPENED, I JUST GOT HERE!” 

“Shut up, all of you,” Lucifer commanded. They all did immediately. Which, you were forever thankful for because you had a headache that was throbbing in time with your heartbeat. “She’s in pain and you need to be quiet.” Lucifer, who stood by your head, glanced down at you with a softness you’d never seen that often in his eyes. “Do you need anything?” 

You shivered, holding the blanket closer to your body. “Just wan’ Dia and Barb...” 

He smiled, and tenderly stroked his fingers in your hair. It was nice. “They’ll be here soon, my dear.” 

As if they had heard you, the doors to the room exploded open with a loud bang, tore at the hinges to fall, and in came Diavolo like a hurricane with Barbatos behind him. “Where is she?!” the demon lord bellowed. 

You cried from the pain of the loud boom. Then you got excited to see Diavolo and Barbatos. “Mmmmggg!” you reached your hands up and towards them, and whined. “M’ here!” 

“My darling!” Diavolo ran at you and knelt on the floor in front of the sofa to cup your cheeks, pressing his forehead to your own. “You’re burning up, sweety. Ugh! Poor little baby!” 

You sobbed dryly, clinging to his wrists with your trembling hands, wanting him closer but also wanting him to be softer in his tone. You were so cold and so achy, your stomach hurt and so did your head. You started to cry a little bit from being so overwhelmed. 

Barbatos stepped over and put his hand on Diavolo’s shoulder, gazing at you with kind eyes. “My Lord, she’s not feeling well. Please lower your voice.” 

Diavolo paused in the nose kiss he was giving you, and sheepishly smiled. He took your hands in his own, and he squeezed tight. “I’m sorry, dear one, I’m just very worried. This,” he began, turning to look at the demon brothers in presence, “should  not  have happened.” 

You couldn’t see his face, but from the others expressions it was not good. 

They winced. “We’re sorry,” most of them said. 

“I’m not, I wasn’t here!” Mammon shouted again. 

Diavolo maneuvered you to sit behind you on the couch, then pulled you into his lap, wrapping the blanket around your body like a snug burrito. His one arm wrapped under your breasts and the other began playing with the hair at the back of your neck. “What exactly happened?” he asked. 

In short, they had a blood potion for you, one that had blood and some vitamins in it they made in the potion's lab, but got it mixed up with a blood/juice hybrid drink they were making for another project. And so, your body rejected it but the effects still came about. Headache, fever, chills, stomach ache and so on. It was terrible. You puked almost immediately and practically fainted, and they dragged you to Lucifer’s office while Solomon said he would clean the mess and take care of the leftover potion's disaster. 

“My poor baby,” Diavolo cooed again, kissing your head. “She’s shaking, are you cold?” 

“Mmhmm,” you wiggled closer to his chest. “’m cold, Dia.” 

“Let me have a look at you.” Barbatos came over to kneel before you. He took your hand, checked your pulse, and kissed the back of your hand to make you blush for a second. Then he put his forefingers to your throat, humming, “nothing swollen in your esophagus, and your pulse is good.” He stood up and with his hand checked your temperature. “A decent fever. Does your belly ache, little one?” 

You nodded. “Throbbing, feels like ‘m gonna puke again.” 

“AGAIN!” Diavolo shouted. You winced. 

Barbatos gave the Prince a stern look, and everyone else aside from Lucifer chuckled. “My Lord, I will take her health as priority number one. If that means you do not get to see her as she recovers...” 

In response to that, Diavolo held you tighter, and you gripped his arms, squirming happily on his lap at the warmth he exuded. “I apologize again, my love,” he whispered. “You’re feeling poorly and I'm being a loud fool.” 

“No. You’re just loud 'cause you care,” you said. 

“Awe, she’s so sweet~” Asmo cooed. 

“Shut up Asmo, you’re being loud and she has a headache remember?” 

Thus began the bickering again, and you shut your eyes and pressed your face further into your demon's shirt, hoping they would stop. 

“All right. I think it’s time to go home,” Barbatos announced. “She’ll get well quicker in a bed. And I know you don’t want to with your sore stomach, but you need to eat.” 

Saying goodbye you accepted their apologies again, and soon enough you found yourself in Diavolo’s bed, fluffy pillows and warm sheets. You were so close to comfort, albeit cold and uncomfortable in your own skin, when Diavolo slit his wrist and held it to your mouth. 

Your fevered brain was a little fuzzy, but you didn’t want it. You did not want to have anything in your belly. So, you refused, turning your head the other way. “No, please. Don’t want to.” 

“Baby, you need to eat.” 

You sobbed. “D-don’t wana puke, it hurts.” 

“I promise you won’t, my love, please just drink.” 

Diavolo held out his wrist, and the pull in your gums and belly was not strong enough to overcome the phantom pains you recalled from the earlier vomiting and convulsing of your belly. 

“She’s not going to drink. What do we do?” The prince sealed up his wound, and looked at Barbatos. “If she doesn’t eat, she won’t heal. We’ll need to think of something else.” 

“My Lord, if you’ll come with me to the kitchen, I may have an idea.” 

Time slipped away and after several minutes of struggling to sleep, hoping to do so before they came back and forced you to drink but still wanting them near, finally they came back. To your shock and appalment, when Barbatos entered the room in his hand was... a baby bottle. For actual babies. And it was filled with blood.  

They wouldn’t... right? This was a joke. 

“Are you going to be good, lovely?” Diavolo asked, standing by your head. 

You pouted, “No, ‘m not thirsty.” 

“Now that is a lie,” he said sadly. 

Barbatos came up to him. You eyed to bottle closer, and it was leaking warmth and smelled of blood, but you couldn't tell what type. “My Lord, if you will do as we discussed.” 

“Yes, of course.” 

In a fast motion your muddled head couldn’t comprehend, your arms were trapped as Diavolo sat behind you and wrapped one arm over both of yours, and you thrashed and cried, hot and upset. “Stop! No!” 

Barbatos pressed a hand to your sternum, holding you still with little force. “I’m sorry it’s come to this, but we just want you to feel well again.” 

“Nngg!” You turned your head side to side, but Diavolo held your chin and pinched it to open your mouth. You were weaker than him and he had your lip parted quick enough, and the warmed nipple pressed to your tongue from Barbatos’ hand. Your fangs scrapped over his hand but didn’t break skin. 

“Go on little one, drink up,” Diavolo said softly, stroking your cheek with his finger as he held you steady. 

You refused, at least until the blood dribbled on your tongue and you couldn’t refuse anymore. You sucked around it, unsure at first, then he held it higher an let you go, and you relaxed just a tad. The instincts kicked in all at once and you cried softly as you swallowed mouthfuls of blood from the false nipple of the bottle Barbatos held up. 

“There now, you’ll feel much better soon, baby girl. Drinking your bottle so well. It’s nice, hm?” Diavolo rambled in a smooth voice. 

“Mmm.” You shut your eyes, focusing on sucking. It was different than biting down and slurping it, this was a pulling action you remember doing with juice boxes as a kid when you got them on rare occasions. 

“My Lord, I think you can release her now and help her drink. It'll be better from your position.” 

Diavolo took the bottle and held it steady to your mouth as he rearranged the both of you so you sat between his legs, curled up to his chest sideways. You clung to his shirt, eyes closed, and sucked the warm blood. You finally understood the flavor; it was a mixture of Diavolo and Barbatos’, and different than what you’d had before, sweet and spicy and tangy and salty. It was an umami of flavor. 

“She’s making sweet sounds~” Diavolo cooed. “I think she enjoys the mixture.” 

“It looks that way, young master. She’ll get more energy this way, too, with both our blood.” 

“Should we give her more?” 

Barbatos’ hand stroked your hair tenderly. “I think for now this is enough.” 

Within a few minutes you finished the bottle, and Diavolo took it from your lips with a pop. Barbatos as typical after a feeding wiped at your lips, and this time he did something different. 

“You’ll need to pat her back, just in case of air bubbles. That will not help her stomach ache.” 

With Barbatos’ help, you were hung over Dia’s shoulder, and sighed at the cozy feeling of Diavolo patting your back and rubbing it. Warm and getting petted, it was all you ever wanted. But when you burped and spittled some blood, you became embarrassed. “Mmm...sorry...” you squirmed. 

Barbatos and Diavolo assured you it was okay.  

“Don’t apologize, that’s what was supposed to happen.” Barbatos wiped your mouth again, and asked, “Do you feel better now that you’ve had some blood, dear one?” 

“Mnn, head hurts a little but not sick in my belly anymore.” 

“That’s good. You should feel 100 percent by tomorrow... if you eat when you’re supposed to.” 

You whined. “’m sorry, it hurt...” 

Barbatos sighed fondly. He stroked your cheek with his fingers and kissed your nose. “I know, sweetling.” 

“Did you enjoy the blood?” Diavolo asked. 

“Mmm... tasty...” you burped again, and blushed, hiding your face in his neck. 

“I’m glad you thought so,” he chuckled, hugging you to his body. 

After a small cuddle session which you loved, Diavolo resettled you in bed, tucking you in and making your pillows fluffy. Your body was sore and heated, but your belly didn’t ache and you were feeling the energy from the blood help your muscles not hurt so much anymore. Their blood was a healing powerhouse combined. 

“Get some sleep now,” Barbatos said, hovering above you, “I’ll check on you throughout the night.” He gave you a slow kiss, no tongue but his lips were soft and warm. His words made you feel all sorts of special. Barbatos would always take care of you.

“Good night,” you whispered. You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, and he moved aside for Diavolo. 

“Sleep tight,” Diavolo said, and kissed your cheeks, then your lips softly, tongue partially brushing the seam of your mouth. He was a tease, and his eyes held a little mischief. You loved him because of that. “My sweet baby, I love you.” 

“Love you... both of you...” 

Chapter Text

“Dia, Dia, Dia!”  

“Hm? What is it, baby girl?”  

The red-headed demon turned his head from where he sat on his throne in the designated ‘Throne Room’, scrolls of long parchment in his arms and a smile on his handsome face. He was clearly working but you had been bored and wandering the castle trying to find something to do.  

Barbatos was helping Simeon with some baking for an event, and so being alone for as long as you had was making you go crazy. The other servants in the castle didn’t speak anything other than demon languages so playing with other’s was hard to do.  

Seeing Diavolo accept your intrusion, you grinned, ran up to him, and jumped on his lap, uncaring of the ‘oomf’ he made and of the scrolls scattering and rolling about on the floor.  

“Ah, you’ve gotten fast, my dear,” he chuckled.  

“Mmmhmm!” you grinned up at him, and snuggled into his warm and cozy lap.  

You reached up to kiss him, and he accepted, as per usual. His lips and tongue tasted like bitter chocolate and he smelled like musky cologne. Diavolo laughed in your mouth when you wiggled, full of restless energy, but he still made out with you for about half a minute. Tongues clashing, your own teeth careful of his lips.  

He stopped the make out session with his hand curled into your hair, tugging you back just so to gaze into his eyes. You pouted, "Diiyyaaa~”  

“Yes, lovely?”  

“Kiss me more, please?”   

He huffed fondly. “Naughty thing. What did you want, huh? Just my attention?”  

Your belly was tightening, your core igniting with his touch and smell and those deeply spoken words. “YES! Please, you’ve been here for hours. I’m bored and lonely...”   

He tugged your hair again, exacting a breathy moan out of you. His eyes twinkled. “I’ve created such a needy vampire...”   

With a heated sigh, you nodded several times in quick succession. “Uh-huh. ‘m needy, please...?” You ground your hips and hissed out a moan, his warmth soaking into your bones, his musk getting you wet for him.  

His jaw clenched, and he curled his fingers behind your neck, holding your gaze. “ Sure thing sweetheart, can pause my work for a moment or two. ”  

You bounced on his lap, happy to have his attention. “Yaayy!”  

He laughed again. “Such a delightful girl I have in my lap.”  

Diavolo set aside some other papers on the stand by the throne, and then his attention was all on you. “ So, just what did my little one exactly have in mind to do with our time together?” He tapped your wet bottom lip and smirked.  

The energy in the room went from playful to intense, and your desire was burning hot. You needed to feel him inside you soon, but you knew that he liked to tease you. So, it would be a while before you felt his amazing cock.  

You blushed, squirming. Your leggings were tight on your legs and waist and hugged all your curves, and your loose blouse was a distinct contrast to it. But the tight fabric rubbing on your lower body was making your juices leak into your undies, and Diavolo’s thigh was so perfect to grind down on... It was so easy...  

Diavolo hummed, smirking. “Baby girl, are you humping my leg?”   

You nodded, mouth opening. “Feels good. Uh! Uh!” Your hands braised on his upper arm and shoulder with respective hands, and he put his own on your waist to feel you move.    

“How long can you do that before you cum, hm?”   

“Da-uh-dia!”   

“What’s wrong? Isn’t that what you're trying to do, use me to get off? Such a brave vampire, using me, the Demon Lord, as a simple play toy. When really it should be the exact opposite .”   

He held your waist tighter, and you were forced to stop the incline of pleasure with his bruising grip. He pulled you until your legs were spread apart, and your breasts were against his chest, clinging to him. Your ass was out facing the empty room, and the thought of someone stopping in to speak with Diavolo had your eyes closing to picture it all. The embarrassment of getting caught thrilled you.  

“Mmmh.. felt good, please more?” you whined out. You found his bare neck and nibbled his skin relentlessly.  

His hand stroked your bottom, slapping it a few times lightly to make a warm tingle spread over your ass and pussy. “What a tight ass, baby girl, why don’t I just—" the sound of fabric tearing was loud, and so was the cool air on your skin, “There now, much easier access.”   

He had torn your leggings apart, and now your panties were exposed. You shivered in excitement. He rubbed his fingers over your slit, spreading warmth and wetness that leaked. The fabric was silk so it was soft. Lace trim, but he wouldn’t see it this way. You didn’t care, and just let out a loud moan as he stroked your sensitive parts.   

“You're wearing pretty panties for me?”   

“Yeah, for you,” you gasped, pulled on his skin a bit more. A bead of blood escaped before he healed, and he didn’t even flinch. It was rare when you nicked him, but he must have let you do it because his skin was strong with magic protections. “Sorry,” you murmured, licking it up.   

“Hmm, naughty of you to bite without permission. I should spank you for that.”   

You gasped, glanced up at his face, and he looked down at you. His expression was so dominant you leaked some more and a moan caught in your throat, broken and desperate.   

“Do you want that, sweet thing? Do you want me to spank your bottom?”   

“Please, yes, please I really want it~”   

His eyes held mischief, and from this angle you saw his sharp teeth gleam in the lighting of the room. He looked so good. “I thought baby hated spankings?”   

“Only when I’m bad. Am I good?”   

He said nothing, only hummed deeply. Your face went back to his neck, lips mouthing his cologne scented skin, sniffing the hint of blood still on the surface. His hands roamed your cheeks, and fingers slipped in the large hole from him splitting your leggings open. And he ripped it more, then, until the leggings were only pieces of fabric on your waist, legs bare and panties in full view. His thighs were strong and big enough to hold you steady, and your vampiric strength kept you steady on his lap.  

“Should we keep these on?” he asked, thumbing the lace of your panties at the seam by your pussy.   

“Off,” you whispered, clinging to his shirt, pressing back more than you thought you could into his hands. “Want to feel Dia’s hand on my bare ass.”   

“Oh, naughty as ever, aren't you? I suppose I'll let you decide, but you will tell me if you want to stop. Do you understand?”   

“Yes, yes, please spank me,” begging, you wiggled your butt.   

“Such a pretty girl for me. All right, stay still.”   

The panties were torn right through. The sound of them hitting the floor wasn’t super light, seeing as they were a bit wet it did make a little splat sound, and that had blood rushing to your face.   

His large palm roamed over your cheeks, pulling them apart, playing with them. “I will do ten spanks; I think that’s plenty for my bad girl.”   

“Yes, wan’ ‘em all.”   

“I’ll start now, then.”   

His huge hand swatted your ass cheek with a loud ‘whack’ and the sting was electric, tumbling right through you. He rubbed the spot over and over, testing you. But that was only one, and you wanted more.   

“Ahh!! S-spank me, please, more,” you begged, feeling brave to ask.   

“My, what a good vampire I have in my lap, asking for me to spank her plump bottom. Gladly, dear one,” he said, smirk in his voice, hitting you thrice at the center of your cheeks, nearest to your pussy. “You're getting very wet, hmm? Smells so sweet.”   

“Ghh,” you drooled a little bit, face burning like your ass. “More, more,”   

“Okay, but this is the last of them. I want to shove my cock in you next.”   

Before that sentence could fully hit your fuzzy brain, he spanked you over and over until he hit the count he promised to, and you never felt better. The onslaught of the rapid slaps sent vibrations to your core and clit, and it was so, so good.   

Like he read your mind, he asked, “Does it ache so good, my sweet?”   

“Uh! Huh! S’good, burns good,” you whined, wiggling more in his arms.   

“Good, now let’s get you ready.”   

He hoisted you up and your head spun, and before long he had you naked, all but your blouse. He had reached under your shirt to un-hook your bra, and threw it away, and his reasoning was, “It’s cold, and you look very pretty,” he said, before attacking your lips with feverish-like kisses as he held you close to his chest, arm around your nude waist. “Ahh, you have blood on your mouth, is this mine?” he teased.   

“Mmhhmm!” you replied happily, licking over your own lips. “Tasted good.”   

“I’m sure it did, honey.”  

He pulled you back onto his lap when he sat on his throne, your back to his chest, and you realized that, when he was kissing you, he took off his pants and boxers, and his thick cock was between your thighs, throbbing, red-tipped, and glistening. Your ass cheeks throbbed from his spanks, and everything was red hot.   

“Now, be a good vampire and stay still so I can fuck you.”   

Without further wait, he took his cock, and soon it was pressing just so on your slick labia. “Can you take me, like this?”   

“Yes! Want you, like this, please,” you turned your head to beg with your eyes and mouth, “want it to burn, like my ass.”   

“As you wish,” he smirked.   

In seconds he was inside you, stretching you and making you ache. Your stomach bulged and your clit was engorged and red. His cock was pulsing just as your walls were, and he waited only ten seconds or so, you weren't really counting, before he started to fuck you like the demon he was. Right on his golden Throne. You gripped the arms said throne, bouncing up and down on his cock as he pounded up into you, trying to meet his hips with your own. His dick was so thigh and long already, this position had him splitting you apart.   

His warm spicy breath caressed your ear, “Do you like the thought of someone coming in and seeing me with my cock so deep in you? Splayed out on my throne? My good little vampire, taking my large cock. You’re my princess, hm. So beautiful for me, so hot and tight.”   

Hands cupped your breasts under your shirt, thumbs resting warmly on your perky nipples. His legs spread you open, one thigh pushing your own against the throne. He was in control, making you his with each thrust. “Take it all, baby. You’ll take it all for me like a good princess I know you are. You’re mine, aren't you? I found you, and you’re all mine.”   

It was the combination of the words, the feel of his girth in your pussy, and the way his hands and body played you like a fiddle, that had you crying out, “Daddy!”   

As soon as the word was out, you started to cry, overwhelmed and upset at letting such a word leave your lips while he was touching you so intimately. You couldn’t help it, and that made you sob, upset you ruined it all.  

Dia cooed, never faulting his thrusts. “Oh darling, you’re such a sweet little baby, aren't you? Shh, don’t be scared. You want me to be your daddy? Can you tell me why?” he asked.   

You hiccupped, and shivered in his hold, still bouncing. “Nngg, ‘s ’cause y-you take care of m-me, ahh-hha!”  

He hushed you once more, reassuring you with kisses to your wet cheek with a sideways smooch. “And that’s what I’m going to do. Take care of my baby vampire, my fledgling, my sweet princess. No more tears, all right?”   

“O-okay...”   

A pause, and then, “Okay...?” he trailed off.   

You blushed, knowing exactly what he wanted. “Okay... d-daddy.”   

“We’ll get there, lovely. Let me kiss you some more.” He brought his hand to cup your teary cheek, turned you to face him better, and kissed you like it was the last time or maybe the first. “Sweet girl,” he sighed. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you nice and sweetly, just like a sweet little princesss deserves.”   

You dropped your head back to his chest, panting. He made you feel so special, and that alone had you aroused. “Mmm... yes... fuck me good, daddy.”  

His pace wasn’t as brutal but he fucked deep still, and his kisses on your neck were wet and traveled to your ear to nibble, a place you didn’t know turned you on until just then. “So warm, so wet.”   

“Gnn, deep inside, feel... full... ahha!”   

The sounds of panting and wet skin echoed the throne room, and you felt your belly tightening with each pull of his cock out and in out and in of your pussy. His finger played with your clit for a moment, flicking the swollen nub with his thumb, and you were seconds away from orgasming but he stopped.   

“Please, daddy, so close!”   

“Not yet, my love,” he said, and his finger never went back. Instead, he flicked your nipples under the blouse, and you whined, fangs accidentally piercing your lip. It stung but then his cock pressed over and over on your g-spot and you cried out for him, “Daddy, Dia, please—da—Dia, p-please!”   

The fuzzy feeling in your head combined with the sweaty feeling of your body connecting with his, and that tightening in your tummy, you knew that it was almost the endgame. His pace was brutal, like he knew you were close, and his thick cock slipped in and out of your soaking pussy so roughly. The sounds filling the spacious room were filthy wet, your moans and his grunts.  

His thick thighs under you, his hands against your belly, squeezing, then to your breasts, flicking your swollen nipples that brushed your blouse achingly. His fingers wandered around like he didn't want to miss a spot on your sensitive body, and all of his touches made you so dizzy.   

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up soon, little one, are you ready?”   

“Uh, pl-pleease, want to be fuulll~”   

And he gripped your upper thighs, held you open, and fucked you at a demonic fast pace that felt like vibrations, and you came with a large shudder, legs and arms and stomach clenched as tight as your pussy on his dick. “Daaddyyyy~”   

“Fuck, baby!” he moaned in your ear, and spurted inside of you.   

Your body was dead weight, and you felt yourself sliding down, head spinning gloriously, fireworks dancing over your shut eyes. Body twitching with pleasure that extended as he lazily pounded out the last of his own orgasm. The excess was leaking out, making a mess of warm juices and cum, and it felt messy but great, knowing that was a combination of how much you both enjoyed it.   

But you were slipping under fast, whining from overstimulation. Your ass was red, and your pussy would be split open for days. A reminder of all he did. You felt warm and full, sticky but loved. That was definitely one of the best times you’d ever had with him.   

“Da... ddy...” you shivered.  

His hands rubbed on your arms, grounding you. “Such a good girl, shhh, so good for me, for Daddy. You can sleep now. I’ll take care of you like I always do.”   

Your eyes lashes fluttered, but eventually closed. “Love... daddy...”   

He kissed your head, caressing your tummy where his cock was still inside you. “I love you, too, baby.”    

_+_  

The RAD halls were so confusing, but you were focused on your journey. Rather, on your escape...    

The demon brothers had been watching over you while Diavolo did some work and had a few important meetings like he always did, but quickly they began fussing too much over you. Asmo poking your cheeks, Belphie trying to drag you with his cow-tail to bed, and Levi, though he was sweet, was rambling on and on and you just wanted him to stop talking about TSL already.  

So, you ran away, quick on your feet. You wanted your Daddy Dia badly for comfort and maybe a little blood.    

You avoided the demons lurking around corners and went to find Diavolo’s office, which was on the top floor of the RAD building. You found the door soon enough, but it was locked when you tried to just open it and instead knocked a few times.    

“Diiiiaaaaa~"    

“Baby? Is that you?”    

The door opened in a few seconds, and Diavolo frowned down at you. “What are you doing here? I thought I left you with the others. What happened?” He took your hand and led you inside. “Are you alright?”    

You pouted, sitting next to him on a sofa in his office. “They kept talking to me and poking at me, and I just wanted to be with you. And I'm hungryyy.”    

He tutted, squeezing your hand. “Poor love. Come here, let’s get you fed.” He held open his arms, and you climbed on his lap. As soon as he unlatched his collar you were biting down, but before you could really get a good nibble in, he grabbed the nape of your neck and shook his head.    

“Nooo, please?” you begged, eyes wet.    

He smoothed back your hair and kissed your nose cutely. “Shh, I'm not denying you food, baby, we just need a towel so there isn’t a mess in here.”    

You sniffled. “’kay... makes sense...”    

He cooed. “Good girl.” A towel materialized from somewhere, and he draped it over his shoulder, and smiled softly. “Drink up, baby.”    

Without further ado, you bit down on his neck and blood filled your mouth fast, warm and tangy.    

His hand smoothed up and down on your back, and his other helped keep hair away from your feeding area. Your tongue worked over his spicy scented skin, getting all the blood you could. Some ended up in the towel, but most went down your throat to fill your belly warmly.  

“Such a good job, feeding so well,” he hummed.    

Smiling around his neck, you lapped up the final little bit of blood and leaned back to blush. “Thank you."    

“You’re so welcome, my love. You barely spilled this time! I'm so proud of you. Barbatos will be very happy and proud, too.”   

Head humming in happiness, you grinned, blood dripping over your plumped up lips.    

He sighed, and wiped over your mouth with the towel with a fondness gleaming his golden eyes. “Well, almost.”    

You giggled. ”Sorry!”    

After wiping your lips and discarding the towel, he kissed your forehead, then your lips with a soft wet peck that had your belly tingling happily. “Why don’t you have a nap, hm? I bet running from the demon brothers left you exhausted, huh? You can sleep right here, honey."    

“'Kay..." He wasn’t wrong, you were sleepy.  

Diavolo made sure you get you settled down on the sofa with a soft blanket, covered you from chin to toes, and fluffed up a pillow for you. You stuffed two fingers in your mouth, pressed on your gums. It always soothed you to have the pressure there, and sometimes after feeding you liked to feel that on your teeth, it reminded you of being close with Diavolo or Barbatos during a feeding.  

But Diavolo didn't like it, and he frowned when he saw you with your fingers stuffed in your cheeks. “Here, dearheart, I made sure that Barbatos brought your soothers here. Do you want one?” He pulled one from a drawer on the side table. This one was bright pink and glittery.   

Pulling them from your lips, you said, “I guess so..”    

Diavolo chuckled, “Well, little one, it's your soother or nothing. You’re still sensitive to germs and I don't want you sick.”  

“Okay. Soother, please?”    

“Of course." He popped it in your mouth and smiled as you found the perfect spot for it. “My good girl. Have a good nap, dream good dreams.”  

And then he left you on the couch, and went back to his desk.    

But you felt so cold, and sad. A pause, a few seconds of him writing, and you popped the soother out to whisper, “Daddy?"   

His form froze, and he set down his pen, smiling up at you. He rounded his desk in his chair, the wheels squeaking, and he propped his chin on his hand and raised a brow at you, still with his signature grin. “Aw, my little one, do you want a cuddle before nap time?”    

“Yes.”  

He huffed out a small chuckle. “Whatever my baby girl wants.”  

Soon enough, the both of you lay on the couch together. He was flat on the sofa, and you on top of him, legs tangled. His hand stroking your locks, and your head sideways to listen to his heart while you sucked the soother. Feeling the pressure on your fangs and his warm body lured you to sleep pretty quickly.    

“Good night, my lovely fledgling.”  

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The first time you met the Demon Brothers was without Diavolo and Barbatos. You did meet Lucifer first because he frequented the Castle a lot. He was shocked at first hearing about you, but you got him to like you eventually. He was very protective and always worried about you getting enough blood or rest. He'd heard that new vampires needed a lot of care and while he didn't offer his own blood you knew if anything ever happened to Dia or Barb--you'd be very upset but you were thinking hypothetically--then he would take care of you.  

You had been taken to the House of Lamentation by Lucifer, with the promise that Diavolo and Barbatos would be over in a few hours. You were being given time to play with the other demon brothers.  

Lucifer set you on the couch in their common room and went to fetch his brothers, who were told you were coming. But seconds after he left, voices came in and soon three bodies did.  

“Ahhh~ She’s so cuuute~”  

“Asmo, shut up,” the blonde one, later you found out Satan, growled out.  

“Ahh, but her little fangs are so small, and her eyes are so innocent, I just want to hold her and protect her all the time!”  

“Not fuck her?” the white haired one, Mammon you had been told later, asked sarcastically.  

“You had better not touch her.” Lucifer strolled in with arms crossed. The room was colder as his dark eyes roamed over each of the demon brothers that had been cooing over you. “She belongs to Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. If she’s got one hair out of place, I’ll hang you from the roof.”  

You winced. “P-please don’t do that, Luci,” you begged with large eyes.  

He flinched and avoided looking at anyone. He cleared his throat, and his brothers held in laughs but you saw them grinning. “Enough.” Lucifer glared at them. “The others are coming. Behave and I’ll make introductions when they get here.”  

Getting to meet them all was so much fun.  

You loved Belphie because once he warmed up to you, he shared his blanket and cuddled. Like, once, it was past dinnertime and you were waiting to go home from the HOL and Barbatos was running late, caught up with a rat problem. Everyone else was still eating in the kitchen but you and Belphie sat on the couch.  

“Do you want to share?” he’d asked, seeing you curled up and yawning on the sofa.  

You blinked up at him and nodded shyly, scooting over. He lifted his arm and lifted his cow-patterned blanket and you snuggled into him. He dropped his arm back over you, and you blushed but he didn’t mean anything by it obviously.   

Soon enough you were close to slumber, warm and happy. But hearing a deep inhale from Belphie you looked up to see him fast asleep, and snoring. He was so cute! You giggled and closed your eyes again, following suit into dreamland.   

When you woke up you were home, in bed, warm and cozy but half-asleep. Barbatos’ hand swooped across your forehead and lured you back to sleep.  

Asmo was a good hugger and gave you pretty clothes. He was flirty with you which you’d never experienced before. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren't used to such intense teasing's.  

“Do you drink blood from Barbatos and Diavolo?”  

You nodded. Sitting on his bed, getting a face mask and nails done, it was super fun and girly. You never felt so pretty before.  

“Aaaannd... do you do other things?”  

“Like what?”  

“Maybe... suck their dicks?”  

You sputtered and almost fell off the bed at the sudden comment on your saviors body parts. “N-no! W-wh-what do you--what are you asking? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!”  

He held up his hands, one still holding a nail polish brush. “Hey, I'm sorry, love, it’s okay. I’ve met a couple vampires and I thought that was normal.”  

You blushed. “It’s not... I think?”  

His eyes got a wicked look, almost glowing. “Oh, so you want to do things with them, hm?”  

“NO!”  

He raised a brow but didn’t say anything about your outburst, and you were glad for that. “I have something you might like.” He grinned, and winked. “It’s nothing too bad, dearie, I promise. Please?”  

You blushed. “Well... If it’s nothing, um, bad... I g-guess I can take it?”  

“Good! First, we’ll finish your nails. Do you want more sparkles?” He took your hand gently and went back to work.  

You pouted your lips at your hand. “Um. Yes!”  

He sighed happily. “We’re gonna be good friends, I just know it.”  

When it came to Beel, the poor soft demon tried his best and handed you food but you weren’t able to eat it yet. Barbatos said that once you were older, you’d be able to eat human food again, or you guessed demon or human food. Only blood for you now, not that you were complaining, it tasted so good.  

“I can’t eat these... My body will reject it.” Meaning, you’d vomit, and possibly vomit your own blood up with the food. It did not sound fun.  

He looked upset, even while eating. “You can’t eat chocolate? Or cheeseburgers? Not even a little bite?”  

You shook your head, blushing. He was close and smelled like fresh meat, but also blood. It made you miss eating actual food.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Shrugging, you said, “It’s okay...”  

He frowned. “I can’t not eat in front of you but as soon as you can eat again tell me and I'll get all the best foods for you. Okay?”  

You grinned. “Okay! Thank you!”  

He ruffled your hair, and smiled. “Good.”  

Levi was fun, too, even if he was a little standoffish at first. But you told him when you were human you never got to play any games because you were too poor and he got really excited and you learned about all the types of games he liked, and he promised to play them with you. Soon enough you and him and even Diavolo were playing games online together with headsets Diavolo got for you.  

It was funny hearing Levi get so into the games.  

“No no no! Don’t turn in there, stop Diav-aaghh! You killed the wrong person, that was me !”  

You giggled at the shock and discontent he held in his voice. You followed your own character on your half of the screen, listening to Levi mutter curses, happy to just be.  

Diavolo, who sat beside you on the couch, the both of you watching your progress in the game, laughed boisterously. “Apologizes, Leviathan, I was sure I aimed at the other team and not you.”  

“Well don’t let it happen again! O-uh, I-I mean... L-lord Diavolo, try to do better?”  

Diavolo said nothing in response, and accidentally fell over a cliff and died. You followed him to start a new round so you wouldn’t be alone.   

You pressed your mouth to your lifted hand and tried to stifle your laughs when Levi got angry at that.  

“I hear you laughing!” Levi shouted. “Now pay attention, the next round is coming!”  

“Sir, yes, sir!” you saluted.  

You never knew a true cat-lover until Satan. He hid so many cats in his bedroom it smelled like fur and stale books. You couldn't bear to be in his room, it was too cramped, so you took a cat each and went to the garden to play with them one evening.   

The garden was an inside beauty. Smelled like roses and dirt and fresh air. It was made of magic.  

“Here, let’s lay on this blanket.”  

You both lay down and cuddled the cats close.  

“What are their names?”  

“Her name is Freda, and his name is Simba.”  

“Simba? Like from Lion King?” you asked. Did Satan watch Disney movies?  

He blushed. “N-no... I mean, well, yes... but I just saw it in passing one day.”  

You giggled. “It’s okay to like Disney movies. I love them! Maybe we can have a Disney marathon one day?”  

“Well, if it’s for you perhaps...”  

You kissed the kitty’s nose and grinned. “Do you hear that, Simba? Disney movie marathon!”  

You both laughed when Simba batted at your face with his soft paws.  

When it came to Mammon, he got into a lot of trouble for stealing. You remember one day he showed you stuff he won gambling.  

“Wow this is pretty!” you held up a shimmery ring, and he nodded.  

“This here is priceless! I stole it—er, I f-found it laying around and...”  

You frowned. “Mammon, you shouldn’t steal.” You set the ring down on the table. “It’s bad.”  

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t steal it so.”  

You sighed. “Okay...”  

He seemed upset the rest of the night. But you got to playing some cards and he taught you how to play poker which was fun.  

“Full house!”  

“No way!” He held out his pair of cards, and groaned. “You’re too good at this.” Then he perked up. “Hey, let’s go play at the casino!”  

“No.”  

“What! Why not?”  

“Because you’ll want me to cheat or something.”  

And he didn’t bring it up again. The next time you saw him, he handed you a big box. “It’s for you. And before you ask, I did not steal it okay?”  

“You’re sure?”  

“Yes.”  

“Positive?”  

“YES! Just. Just open it?”  

Inside was the prettiest necklace you’d ever seen. “For me? Really?”  

He seemed embarrassed. “Well, don’t be all weird about it. Wear it or don’t.”  

You hugged him tight. “Thank you! I’m proud of you, Mammon.”  

Lucifer was a hard one to figure out at first. He scared you a little bit.. more than a little bit, truthfully. But you both liked to listen to music, even if your tastes were different. It was fun hearing new records together, just drinking tea or coffee in his study. You drank a mug of warmed blood, of course.  

One day, you were both quietly reading listening to some classical music, as it was his turn to select today’s tunes.

He cleared his throat and you turned your head to face him from your seat across the couch.   He looked directly in your eyes and it was unnerving at first, as he didn’t speak. But then he said something you’d hold in your heart forever.  

“I appreciate you becoming friends with my brothers.”  

You grinned. ”Of course! They're fun!" You tilted your head. ”Are we friends, too?"  

If you hadn’t been watching him from afar during your times together, you wouldn’t have noticed the little tilt of his lips. But it was there.   “Of course.”  

"I'm glad to call you my friend, Lucifer."

He seemed to blush a little bit, and you giggled. "Yes, well..." The sound of the record stopping halted him, and he stood up quickly to make his way to the record player. "I believe it's your turn now, is it not?"

You ended up standing next to him, and teasingly bumped his arm with your shoulder. "I'll make sure it's a good one."