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“Ahh! Haah! Nhhmm!”
Breathy, choked gasps spilled over the flame devil’s panting lips. No longer could he contain them, nor did he truthfully want to. The more Satanick persisted, the more Ivlis’ inhibitions fell.
The night had started off like any other – a typical romp with the devil of Ne-no-Kuni. However, these days it was more than mere sexual gratification. No – these past few weeks had been quite blissful. Even as Ivlis was mercilessly fucked, it was no longer out of pure punishment, although some of those moments lingered in the bedroom. Satanick was a voracious lover, and his moods often teetered into sadistic territory. Nevertheless, the fiery ruler found himself relinquishing more and more to Satanick's devilish whims. Besides, there was no torment to be had tonight save for his aching loins. This particular evening could only be described as tender.
The notion sent a ripple of pleasure straight to his core. Ivlis shuddered, a longing moan spilling out. He leaned into Satanick’s touch, riding out the waves. Seated naked in the man’s lap, Ivlis faced him. It was a common position, yet it was his personal favorite. Viewing his lover was something Ivlis shied away from for so long. To this day, it was still surreal. Stubborn as a mule, he hated the idea of admitting how much he enjoyed it. However, both knew how receptive he was to such stimuli, and Satanick made a conscious effort to do so now more than ever.
After all, a happy wife meant a happy life.
Marrying Satanick had been the dumbest decision of Ivlis’ life. In fact, he dare say it was the worst one in his ever growing list of failures. At least, he told himself as much despite agreeing to the madman’s proposal. Countless hours spent in the man’s torturous grasp should have been enough to warrant alarm bells, yet all of that dimmed the moment the man had confessed his love. Little by little, Ivlis had felt his heart changing. He hadn’t realized it then, nor did he really like giving it much thought. Regardless, he wound up here, shackled to this demon. This was surely the peak of insanity.
Had he not been so entrenched in his current predicament, Ivlis would have found it ironic. He was certainly crazy at this point in his life.
Another cascade of ecstasy roiled through his gut. Ivlis moaned, the rumble vibrating deeply in his chest. Desperately, he clung tighter to the man who was both his lifeline and sinking ship. The earlier bite Satanick had placed on his left shoulder stung with his movements. However, the searing discomfort only made him shudder.
If insanity looked like this, he never wanted it to end.
“So eager,” Satanick mused aloud. His husky whisper brushed the tip of Ivlis’ pointed ear, eliciting further chills. Ivlis shuddering in his arms was pure delight. A round of intense kissing had loosened him up wonderfully. Foreplay was something Satanick enjoyed, the anticipation making the climax even more powerful. Hard penetration was a forte all its own, yet a little tenderness went a long way. With Ivlis’ legs wrapped around him, Satanick’s own cradled him in the makeshift seat. With his engorged member perched at Ivlis’ hole, he slid in with ease. Ivlis’ mewled behind quivering lips, the pressure quickly merging into satisfaction. It was a tight fit, though more manageable than when he had first begun plundering Ivlis’ lithe form. Satanick’s formidable appetite was not easily satiated, and decade’s worth of practice had accustomed Ivlis to his size. All the same, the flame devil’s inner walls deliciously constricted his girth. Each time Ivlis’ movements weakened and his spasms decreased, a firm thrust would send bring him to reality. Bouncing up and down contentedly in time with Satanick’s pumps, Ivlis’ cracked gasps were music to the demon king’s ears. He was clearly winded, and they had barely begun. Satanick smirked.
His beloved Buri-chan enjoyed the intimate side of things, and Satanick happily obliged to his preference. Even in his current rhythm, Satanick remained docile. Gentle grinding followed by a nudge of force was the perfect combination for his beautiful bride. While Ivlis struggled to keep his head above water, Satanick’s stamina had not waned in the slightest. Mere minutes had passed, yet each one was more intense and passionate than the last.
“Feeling good, Ivlis?” It was a rhetorical question, and one Satanick half-expected he wouldn’t answer. Ivlis’ grunts and moans spoke volumes.
“Y – Yes.”
Ivlis’ meek reply lifted Satanick’s heart, and his cock swelled in delight. The thrill of Ivlis’ verbal confirmation boosted the demon king’s ego even more. He wanted to ravish him – to pound into him until Ivlis was pleading for more. The imagery alone was enticing, and it took every ounce of self-control to keep his raging libido in check. Today wasn’t about all-out fucking despite their penchant to go overboard.
No – today was about passion.
Flushing his pelvis directly against Ivlis’ own, Satanick inserted his cock as far as he could. Ivlis grunted, shaking arms and raking claws pulling his skin. The sting smarted, yet it added further fuel to Satanick’s fire. He would do everything in his power to make sure Ivlis lost himself in the throes.
Leaning back slightly, Satanick scanned his beloved’s features. As suspected, he was radiant. His cheeks bloomed a bright red, lips still puffy from their previous kissing bout. Sweat lined his brow, knitted as tightly as his eyes. He was the definition of male beauty, and Satanick couldn’t get enough. His eyes roamed the flame devil’s face, waiting for him to finally acknowledge him. Lowered eyelids steadily cracked open, and Satanick’s heart fluttered. Like the rising sun, Ivlis’ golden orbs shimmered in ecstasy. His pupils were dilated, signifying an enamored man. He was truly breathtaking.
With renewed vigor, Satanick dove in, pressing his lips to Ivlis’. A startled peep was all Ivlis managed before turning into a moan. Melting into the kiss, his rigid form relaxed by the second. His jaw unhinged as Satanick’s greedy tongue sought entrance. Immediately darting in, a dance initiated. Over teeth, cheeks, and lips, Satanick devoured Ivlis’ mouth. Heavy eyelids gradually lowered as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Rapid huffs through his nostrils sucked in the warm air of Satanick’s own brisk pants.
Finally relinquishing his conquest, Satanick extracted with a wet plop. An imperceptible trail of saliva broke between them, adding to the drool lining Ivlis’ mouth. Satanick grinned at the added fluids. Without even looking down, he was highly aware of Ivlis’ dripping member. With his dick trapped between their stomachs, the steady trickle of precum tickled his skin. Stealing a downward glance, the red tip pulsated in time with his heartrate. Satanick chuckled before removing his right arm from around Ivlis’ back. A quick swipe of his thumb wiped the dribbling slit, and Ivlis jolted. Satanick chortled again before slipping his arm beneath Ivlis’ left leg. Spreading him wide, he further pressed into Ivlis.
The overwhelming strain on his prostrate was enough for Ivlis to see stars. A stressed grunt left his mouth as his head lolled forward. Resting his temple against Satanick’s right shoulder, Ivlis grabbed ahold of his left for stability. Meshed against Satanick’s chest, each man’s heartbeat was felt by the other. Sporadic and erratic, Ivlis’ blood pumped loudly throughout his body. Through the deafening roar, wet slaps of their union resounded. Stretched in his new position, the effects of Satanick’s size took its toll on him. However, he did not care. In fact, his own desperation was growing. His erection rubbed between them with every motion, and Ivlis bobbed up and down to meet each one. Each descent stunned him, and each exhaled breath was harder to regain. Satanick knew just how to target his weak points. Ivlis’ tail thrashed behind him, curling upon itself with each sensation. Coiling or straightening, the appendage was another giveaway on his current status. Astutely observing his partner’s reactions, Satanick adjusted himself as needed.
“You’re so good, Ivlis,” Satanick whispered, his voice deepening by the second. “My good, good boy.”
“Mmmhh!” Ivlis embraced him even more. Honey-laced seductions like this were yet another one of his downfalls. Perhaps it was a pride thing, or maybe he had gotten used to Satanick’s sensual tactics. Whatever it was, Ivlis cock twitched in delight at the sweet words.
He was euphoric. Floating above his own body, the romantic lovemaking dragged out in bursts of rapture. Yielding to the heady sensation, Ivlis' left hand travelled down Satanick’s back. His claws grazed the porcelain flesh, though Satanick did not mind; in fact, Ivlis knew he relished a bit of pain. Descending lower, Ivlis’ hand slid into the waistband of Satanick’s pants. Partially lowered, Ivlis took the initiative and firmly squeezed the man’s accessible rear. Had he not been fighting to stay afloat, he would have rejoiced at Satanick’s tremble. Whatever victory he had accomplished quickly faded as Satanick’s enthusiasm was provoked.
Bucking upwards, Satanick pierced just the right spot. Ivlis’ eyes momentarily flew open before slamming shut. Silver dots danced before the black backdrop, and he gritted his teeth. The fire in his loins was spreading, threatening to engulf him. “Gghhhh!”
Satanick breathlessly chuckled again, increasing his tempo. In and out, he bounced Ivlis on his lap. Squelches filled the room amidst labored breaths. A rare mix between hotheaded and timid, it was refreshing to see Ivlis in such a yearning light. The swift movement of Ivlis’ hips told him he was close. His muscles burned and his limbs ached, but the burn was only more arousing. Spurred on, Satanick doubled his speed, burying his face in the crook of Ivlis’ neck and unmarred shoulder. “Ivlis,” he heaved. “Ivlis.”
Ivlis’ mouth gaped, a frantic, warbled moan torn from his dribbling lips. His name – it was something he wasn’t used to. Satanick no longer used the insensitive nickname bestowed on him, and when he did, its sentimentality overshadowed past cruelty. However, being called by his actual name was a frenzied experience. Unable to control himself any longer, Ivlis squirmed. Satanick kept a firm grip on him, refusing to let go. Ivlis similarly clung for dear life, the intensity coming in swells. His breathing was haggard, Satanick’s pace leaving him starved for air. Gasping in mouthfuls, Ivlis climaxed. Hot semen erupted out of him, splattering their joined torsos. As fluid coated their skin, Satanick’s hefty load filled him. Ivlis wriggled at the sensation, delighted whimpers flowing out with little regard for any lingering pride. Satanick’s movements slowed, his twitching cock emptying the remainder of his seed. With all his muscles finally loosening, Ivlis went limp. Thankfully for him, his husband supported him.
For a while, the two remained in their current positions. The slightest shift produced a pleasant tingle in the warm afterglow. Bit by bit, Ivlis’ drumming heartrate and breathing returned to a stable pattern. Rational slowly niggled its way back into his mind, the first inklings of chill prickling his skin. As the myriad of fluids cooled and dried, Ivlis steadily cracked open his eyes. Tears that had formed in the corner were whisked away by the air, and he blinked to clear away the fog. Satanick’s room came into view, the dim lighting of a nearby table lamp providing ample atmosphere for the steamy night. Filtered through the surrounding purple curtains, it bathed the couple in midnight etherealness. As his natural body temperature regulated, he felt Satanick release his hold on him. He slipped his arm from beneath Ivlis’ leg, letting his legs rest more naturally against the bed. He then wrapped his arms around Ivlis’ back just enough for the listless devil to lean back into the embrace.
On cue, Ivlis retracted his arms. Still hesitant on fully letting go, Ivlis placed his palms on Satanick’s chest. Through hooded eyes, he stared up at the man whose unwavering gaze never left him. Ivlis’ pink cheeks brightened under his blazing stare. Deep purple pools shimmered in a blaze only Ivlis saw. It was daunting, nevertheless, he did not retreat. Instead, he welcomed Satanick’s gentle kiss. The feathery peck filled Ivlis anew, the tempting sea once more calling out to him. Despite the overtaking hypnotic lull Satanick’s affirmation was loud and clear.
“I love you, Ivlis.”
The delicate word brushed across his face. It was a word Ivlis never thought he’d hear let alone experience. Satanick had said it on numerous occasions before, yet each time grew more powerful. A serenity – a wholeness – he’d been missing his whole life was finally being fulfilled by the one Ivlis never would have imagined.
It was the uncanny truth. So much in his life had changed, yet the one constant was – and would forever be – Satanick.
Leaning into him, Ivlis rested his right cheek against the devil’s chest. The scent of roses and musk permeated his brain, further dragging Ivlis into the moment. Amidst the decades of heartache, the soothing balm of a loved one was more than he had ever dared dream of.
“I… I love you, too, Satanick.” Ivlis’ faint voice returned the favor – a sentiment he was still coming to terms with. He fleetingly wondered if he ever would.
Nevertheless, it was one that made him happy.
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