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Hello all, this chapter is showing the fics I'll be writing and what days they'll be releasing. I hope you all have a very fun Mogeko March and good luck to any participating <3.

So, without further ado:

PROMPT ONE ✔

-Mogeko castle, Moge-ko x Moge-kov, releasing March 1st

PROMPT TWO ✔

-The Gray Garden, Wodahs x Grora, releasing March 2nd

PROMPT THREE ✔

-Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea, Tatsumiya x Idate, releasing March 3rd

PROMPT FOUR ✔

-Obsolete Dream, Gyakuten x Sullivan x Chishibuki, releasing March 4th

PROPMT FIVE ✔

-Ice Scream x Confession, Yukisada x Shirogane, releasing March 5th

PROMPT SIX ✔

-Seaside Dispatches x Sickness, Satanick x Victor, releasing March 6th

PROMPT SEVEN ✔

-Genderbend, Envi x Reader

PROMPT EIGHT ✔

-Character death, Daimonji x Cosmea,

PROMPT NINE ✔

-Bunny, Satanick x Artamos

PROMPT TEN ✔

-General AU, Taffy

PROMPT ELEVEN ✔

-Magic x Corruption, Satanick x Ivlis

PROMPT TWELVE ✔

-Neko x Wings, Chlomaki x Fungas

PROMPT THIRTEEN ✔

-Dressup, Etihw x Kcalb

PROMPT FOURTEEN ✔

-Rain, Lobco x Met

PROMPT FIFTEEN ✔

-dancing, Met x Hanten

PROMPT SIXTEEN ✔

-Doll x Meat, Cranber x Rigatona

PROMPT SEVENTEEN ✔

-Sakura days x Stars, Tsurugigozen x Reader

PROMPT EIGHTEEN ✔

-Red string of fate, Aconita x Kyou

PROMPT NINETEEN ✔

-Roll swap, Idate x Gris

PROMPT TWENTY ✔

-Favourite character, Reficul x Sin

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"All that matters is that Hashasky is away from your kind," Moge-kov muttered softly as she was escorted down the cold, dark corridors of Mogeko Castle. Her captor strode in front of her tugging on the chain connected to a thick leather collar around Moge-kov's neck.

She looked back at Moge-kov with a sadistic grin. "Moge-ko wonders how long you'll be saying that once you see what's in store for you!" she exclaimed giddily, starting to skip. The chain attaching the two together pulled roughly as she did, causing the white haired Hashasky to trip over her own feet unceremoniously. The blonde in front of her laughed manically, tugging on the chain more.

She grunts as she's tugged across the floor, face contorting in pain. Moge-ko continues to laugh, forcefully dragging the other girl further down the hallway. She felt her clothes tear in some places and small scrapes form on her pale skin, but still, her face remained solemn. Moge-ko frowned in annoyance, tugging one last time as hard as she could. Moge-kov's body was forced just in front of her captor, and she looked up at the blonde.

The Mogeko before her sneered lifting a foot up and stepping between Moge-kov's long hat-covered ears. She grinded her heel down, but the Hashasky didn't so much as cringe in response. She looked up the maroon skirt of her captor, catching a glimpse of peach coloured lace panties, and although thoughts of how cute Moge-ko looked in them crossed her mind, she stayed stone-faced.

Moge-ko notices the platinum blondes lingering gaze and glares. "Like what you see?" she snapped, kicking her foot off of her head roughly, forcing Moge-kov's chin into the stone. She turned her back to the Hashasky swiftly, long hair swinging as she did. "Get off the floor, we're almost to your room."

Moge-kov slowly pulled herself from the ground, and straightened her dress, coolly. She followed behind Moge-ko without so much as another word. The woman in front of her, continued her fast stride, dragging Moge-kov down the long twisting hallways.

After what seemed like hours of silence they finally reached a large, heavy, metal door. Moge-ko glanced at her captive, smiling sadistically. "Welcome to your new home," she taunts. She kicks the door open and it creaks slowly. The room before them was a cold gray with a bunch of different tools and tables, straps and chains decorating it. Blood spatters stained the walls and floors but there were no bodies in sight.

Moge-ko waltzed in, yanking her captive in behind her. She looped around, pushing the door shut easily with her strength, and then locked it, tucking the key into her over coat pocket. Moge-kov trailed behind her as she walked further into the expansive room. Moge-ko kept looking back at her as she picked up different tools and trinkets before seemingly coming to a solution.

She dropped the chain she held taught and held a pair of handcuffs in her hand menacingly. "Stay still, won't you? Or this'll only be so much worse," she added, though, she didn't particularly look concerned about Moge-kov's wellbeing. Nonetheless, she remained still as Moge-ko attached the handcuffs to her. The blonde leaned in close to her face, so their noses were nearly touching. In contrast to the cool stoic gaze that never left Moge-kov's face, her captors held a hateful confidence she was not used to seeing. "I can't wait to see this stoic façade crumble," she growled, as she pulled away from her captive. Moge-kov only blinked.

Moge-ko grabbed onto the chain attached to her collar before pulling her to a corner of the room that was relatively empty other than some cuffs attached to the walls. The blood stains were less here but not vacant from the area. Moge-ko dropped the chain once she was satisfied and reached out, grabbing Moge-kov's fluffy hat from her head and throwing it to the far corner. Long strand of platinum blonde hair stuck up with the motion, cling to the woman's long fluffy ears.

"Stripping the toy comes first," Moge-ko sings gently, as she slips a small blade from her pocket and cuts through the thick winter material making up the Hashasky's dress. The captive watches on as her large dress is torn from her body, her face remaining cool, her demeanor calm. Moge-ko drops the dress onto the ground and steps on it purposefully, grinding her boots on it. "You won't be needing it anymore, anyways."

Moge-kov complies with the directive of the blonde, lifting her foot up to allow her to remove her boots and stockings. Stripped down to her cold, blue lace panties and bra set, damp, frigid air clung to her skin like a hug. Moge-ko took a step back and eyed her up.

"Are you taking the rest off?" she asked indifferently, glancing down at herself before looking back up to her captor. Black eyes burning with contempt scorched her skin wherever her eyes lingered.

Moge-ko didn't respond as she turned away from her captive, searching through a wooden box holding numerous tools. She dug around, grabbing a few of them and bringing them back towards Moge-kov. The Hashasky looked at Moge-ko's hands, watching as she set down several things she'd only ever read about. The blonde met smirked at the other girl, before straightening up and drawing in close once again.

She reached up with both of her hands and grasped Moge-kov's ears, rubbing the inside of them gently. Moge-ko toyed with her ears, watching the Hashasky's reaction. Moge-kov stayed impassive to the attempts as the tickling sensation spread through her ears. Her right one twitching gently from the stimulation. "Does it feel good?"

"Stop fooling around," Moge-kov told her, gaze unchanging.

She scowled, dissatisfied, and let go of Moge-kov's ears. Her hands grabbed onto her shapely breasts and groped them roughly through the fabric before unclasping them and discarding the garment. Moge-kov continued looking on stoically, not dignifying her captor with a reaction.

"You won't be so serious once Moge-ko's done with you! Moge-ko's going to break you in! You won't escape! Your fate's been sealed by the loveable Moge-ko!" she declared as she grabbed one of the tools off the ground. It was small and cylindrical and a soft pink colour. A short small wire attached to one end showed a type of remote control. Moge-ko placed the device on top of Moge-kov's nipple lightly and then switched the device on.

The sudden pulsing from the vibrator caused the woman to withhold a gasp from escaping her body. She forced her face not to contort from the pleasure, her stoic nature being put to the test. Moge-ko rubbed the pulsing cylinder against her nipple some more, watching her prey closely. Moge-kov met her intense gaze brazenly, her pale blue eyes blinking at her. Moge-ko glared daggers at the Hashasky before swiping up another toy, identical to the last. She switched it on and pushed it against Moge-kov's other nipple, stimulating both.

Inexperienced to this kind of pleasure Moge-kov felt her body shake gently. Her back arched ever so slightly, forcing her to feel more pleasure and her face winced slightly. She stoned herself to the pleasure, regaining her collected posture.

Before her, Moge-ko laughed. "Were you feeling it just now?" she sneered, pressing the vibrators into her nipples harder, the rhythmic pulsing coursing through her body. Moge-kov stared unblinkingly at her captor, an unimpressed look setting itself like cement. "Not enough then, huh?" Her fingers fiddled with the remote controls on the vibrators, switching them to a more intense setting and Moge-kov felt her back arch in response, a surprised yelp escaping her mouth.

Realizing her own reaction, Moge-kov quickly bit her tongue. Against the strong pulsing against her sensitive nipples, though, she wasn't able to completely regain her posture. Moge-ko moved the vibrators gently against her, causing more stimulation and watching her captive's reactions to her deliberate actions. The Hashasky kept her voice hidden, body shaking and back arched, she was practically puddy in her captor's hand, unable to do anything to stop the stimulation. She felt a heat begin to spread between her legs, and she silently gulped.

Moge-ko laughed cruelly, before clicking the button that changes the vibrators rhythm a few times. The pulsating grew ever stronger and Moge-kov's voice came out in shaky moans, her voice breaking as pleasure filled her senses. Moge-ko watched in satisfaction as the woman squirmed, gently pushing her back with her body, so that she was forced against the wall.

"What about now, hmm?" she asked, tilting her head. Her sadistic eyes bored into Moge-kov's skin.

Stubbornly, the platinum blonde shook her head, unable to get any real words out.

"That so?" Moge-ko hummed, erratic gaze travelling to the pile of toys just behind them. She pulled the vibrators from her prisoners nipples quickly, letting out an annoyed growl as she turned them off. Moge-kov felt her whole body relax, the lack of stimulation forcing her to realize how sore her chest was. She panted gently, grateful for the rest so she could gather herself.

Moge-ko leaned down, picking up something else from her gathered pile before standing up. As her captor turned, Moge-kov glanced at her hands and noticed a role of tape. She eyed it subtly as the blonde pulled a good portion off and drew in close. They made eye contact and Moge-ko smirked, as if her idea would be the end of her captives composure.

Moge-kov felt the cool plastic of one of the vibrators get held to her skin and then the sticky adhesive of the tape which bound it in place. The process repeated with the other one and Moge-ko looked into her pale blue eyes as she turned both toys back on at the last intensity they were at. Even knowing it was coming, Moge-kov let out an involuntary yelp, her head tilting back from the suddenness and back arching from the pleasure.

Moge-ko's laugh seemed far off in the distance as the pleasure spiked through her body, making her pussy ache in anticipation. Her grazing hand felt white hot on her pale cold skin as it trailed down towards her groin.

"Wow, you're a pretty good liar!" Moge-ko patronized, her fingers slipping between her prisoners folds, slick with her arousal. She moved her finger in quick circular motions against Moge-kov's clit. A short high-pitched moan left her mouth in a hurry, and she lifted her body up to escape Moge-ko's skilled motions.

With her free hand, Moge-ko put force on her shoulder, weighing her down and forcing her to feel the full brunt of her skilled motions. Moge-kov moaned, struggling to move away, escape just one of the things pleasuring her relentlessly. She felt her abdomen tighten, Moge-ko's quick movements and the painful buzz of the vibrators pushing her to the edge.

"Moge-ko hates liars! Moge-ko hates you! Bad toys get punished!" She shouted, her mood changing to frustration and annoyance.

As she was yelled at, Moge-kov felt her insides twist with a wave of pleasure that took her. She struggled to keep her voice as quiet as she could while her body quaked as she was forced to ride the orgasm all the way through. Moge-ko blinked in surprise as the words she had shouted finished leaving her lips, her movements pausing. The toys buzzed viciously at Moge-kov's nipples still, causing her to still be forced to a relentless pleasure that made her chest ache.

"Did you just cum?"

Moge-kov forced her whiny moans to quiet as much as possible and met her captor's gaze impassively. Her head shook, sending strands of hair tumble down her shoulders.

"You're lying to Moge-ko, again!" she berated, grabbing the chain connected to Moge-kov's collar and yanking it down forcefully. "Drop to your knees! You're getting it for that!"

The Hashasky did as she was told as the tantrum continued. Moge-ko didn't let go of the chain causing the collar to rotate. She felt a hard kick connect with the mid of her back, forcing her forward. The chain pulled taught and Moge-kov spluttered as the growing pressure on her back pushed her forward against the collars restraint.

"That's right! Struggle, you pathetic bitch!" She yanked on the chain more cruelly, not letting it up. The pulsing from the vibrators and the lack of oxygen made Moge-kov's head dizzy. The pain from the pressure on her delicate throat made her arousal rise again, and she could feel her own juices drip down the insides of her thighs. A soft moan left her mouth, echoing around the room, mixing with the erratic patterns of Moge-ko's breaths and her own desperate pants.

Moge-kov felt the collar loosen around her throat enough to fully force her onto all fours. A hand connected with her ass hard and she yelped. "Did being choked feel that good, toy?" Moge-ko scoffed, jerking the chain up again roughly for a moment, taunting her prey.

Moge-kov didn't answer, too busy breathing in ragged breaths. She felt the heavy steel chain drop onto her back as Moge-ko let go, walking towards her pile of tools. Directly in front of the chained toy, she dropped her skirt and panties in one move. Moge-kov caught sight of her pussy, glistening with her own arousal as she leaned down, picking up a long toy and another small vibrator.

Moge-ko stared intensely at her captive as she slipped the strap on. She slowly began circling back around to be behind her. Moge-kov, stoic as she could muster, watched Moge-ko as long as she could. She felt the steel chain on her back get lift back up and pulled taught, not quite choking her.

"You're going to break on Moge-ko's cock," she cooed, her hand slapping Moge-kov's ass once again. She felt her captor's hand dip between her legs and felt cool plastic be set to rest on her sensitive clit, another piece of tape securing it in place before it turned on. Moge-kov's body reacted against her will again, the stimulation from all three toys buzzing noisily against her causing her back to arch and hips to move her forward, forcing the collar to choke herself. As a moan began to leave her lips it turned into a surprised yelp as Moge-ko forced her full length in, all in one go. The impact of her captor's hips pushing into her ass, forced the collar to choke her harder.

Moge-kov moaned lowly. "Does it feel good? You finally feeling it?" she was loudly asked again.

The Hashasky shook her head, unable to speak between the moans that left her mouth as Moge-ko rutted into her. She felt the chain get pulled tighter, and her moans became shallow and desperate as she panted for air.

"Then why are you moaning like a bitch in heat, huh? Liar!" The rhythm she rammed into her prey with quickened again. Moge-kov felt her pleasure flow over once more, and a strong wave of euphoria pushed out desperate moans and gasps for air. She tried moving her hips away but it only caused her to choke herself more as Moge-ko kept up her vicious pace. Her sensitive parts ached with pleasure, and her mind went blank as she was forced to endure it for longer.

She felt her stubbornness get shred away with every thrust and moment the blood flow to her brain was restricted. Moge-kov's moans became louder as she moved her hips to her captor's rhythm. "Like that!" she encouraged. "Moge-ko will keep using you 'til your all gone!"

She moaned loudly in response, rutting her hips into Moge-ko's desperately. She felt the weight behind her shift and a hand grasped onto her ear, stroking the sensitive pinna. She felt her back arch more, chest resting on the ground, forcing the vibrators against her nipples to buzz more intensely as the pressure increased. Her lustful response to the small gesture caused Moge-ko to pound into her harder.

Moge-ko pulled on her ear, rubbing it roughly while fucking her. Moge-kov pushed her hips back into her captor's. "You're really enjoying this, huh, toy?" she taunted as her toy's inside's clenched around her cock. Moge-kov screamed her moans as she came again, her lovejuices coating the toy slick. She felt her body get rammed against the ground repeatedly as her relentless tormentor left her no room to rest. Her moans became choked out whimpers, exhaustion setting in.

"M-Moge-ko please," she begged between choked sobs.

"Is it too much? Are you finally breaking?" she ridiculed, thrusting in harder.

The toy nodded pathetically, moaning loudly and grinding down on the thick length inside her.

"You're moaning and moving your hips, though." She pulled on her long ear again, and Moge-kov shook her hips faster, unable to control herself.

Moge-kov felt the coiling tension in her abdomen pull tight, and the crescendo of her pleasure pulled her under. She screamed out desperately for the blonde fucking into her, scratching at the concrete ground in front of her. The collar choking her making her gasp and the buzzing of all the vibrators causing her to writhe as she rode out her orgasm. Moge-ko's length slowed within her, and the Hashasky felt a moment of relief where she thought maybe, just maybe, Moge-ko had had enough for the time being. The toy felt herself reflexively relax, the pulsing vibrators dull in comparison to the feeling of joy at a long awaited break. Moge-ko slowly began pulling out her cock, watching as Moge-kov relaxed more.

Her hope shattered as she heard the sadistic laugh behind her. Before she could prepare for the impact, Moge-ko slammed the full length of the long strap into her captive roughly, fucking into her quicker then she had before that. The toy screamed, struggling against the bonds of the collar choking her. Her ass lifted high up compared to her torso being roughly pounded into the rough stone that began scraping at her skin.

"I'm sorry! I am!" Moge-kov begged, her broken moans echoing around the cold room.

Her captor laughed at her, her pleas only encouraging the quick, brutal pace. "Then fucking take it!" Moge-ko ordered.

Drool dripped down Moge-kov's chin, her mouth agape from the endless stream of moans and cries that were filling the room. "N-nooo, pwease, I'm sowwy," she cried, her voice coming out in an odd cry.

"Moge-ko doesn't think your fully broken yet," she cooed, toying with Moge-kov's soft ears.

Moge-kov heard her moans break into panicked sobs as she came again. She begged more, her face scraping on the stone with every hard thrust. Forced to cum for her captor again and again, Moge-kov felt herself slowly accepting it all. The pulsing of the vibrators had slowly died off, and she felt herself only being pleasured by the thick cock Moge-ko had.

Fucked out and exhausted, she barely felt Moge-ko pull out and loosen her grip on the chain. Her body collapsed on the pavement, aching and sore. Her eyes fluttered closed, the sound of the heavy metal door opening and closing barely registering. She drifted off to sleep easily, not minding the hard floor for her bed.

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Grora struggled against the grip Wodahs had on her. "Let go," she groaned as she was dragged away from the castle library. He didn't let go as he continued to pull her down the long halls of Blancblack Castle. Demons and angels alike gawked at the two, some chuckling at the display. She tried fruitlessly to shake her wrist free, head leaned back, exasperated sigh whisking out of her agape mouth. Her feet dug tirelessly into the floor, stunting Wodahs quick pace.

"God, you're insufferable!" he snapped, glowering at the angel just behind him.

"You're the one dragging me!" Grora retorted sharply, shaking her hand gently as if to remind him. "What did I do? Why are you whisking me off in such a hurry?"

Wodahs shook his head in disbelief, as if her very existence annoyed him.

She smirked at the head angel. "Are you finally going to confess your requited love for me?" Wodahs' scowl worsened. and he turned on his heel, yanking her along. "Ah, okay, okay," she droned.

A large black door stood at the end of the hallway. A storage closet that was unused by Etihw or Kcalb in recent days. They had given it to Wodahs to store gardening materials. Grora, peered at it quizzically as he dragged her along. As they drew close enough, he opened the door pulling her in. It was organized and clean, a wooden table in the center of it and shelves lining the walls holding all kinds of supplies.

Wodahs shut the door and ushered her in front of him, glaring daggers. "Seriously, what's gotten into you, you're never this forward," Grora said, turning to face him and leaning back on the table.

"Did you ruin my garden bed," he muttered, posing it not as a question, but as a figure of authority who already knew the answer.

The angel shrugged, keeping eye contact with the man blocking the door. "I don't know what you're talking about," she responded simply. Wodahs narrowed his eye, and drew closer to her. She laughed his approach off. "Seriously."

The head angel gritted his teeth, taking another step towards Grora. She looked on, not the tiniest bit intimidated. "I watched you do it," he growled.

"Ehh?" Grora smiled slyly, breaking eye contact. "Must've been a different angel," she replied, shrugging.

Wodahs closed the remaining gap between them and pushed Grora back with one hand, forcing her down by the collar of her uniform. She went to kick him off of her but he stepped between her legs easily. Her back pressed to the table, she was pinned down effectively.

"Oi, chill out, I didn't touch your flowers!" she shouted, overpowered easily.

Wodahs continued to glare at her, using his free hand to grab her leg and begin twisting it painfully. Grora struggled against him but his strength outweighed her own severely. "Just say you did it," he ordered.

She tapped his arm, struggling to breath against his grip tightening down on her chest. "Cut it out!" she gasped. He twisted her leg even more and she yelped in pain. "You're going to break it, stop!" Wodahs' dead serious look didn't ebb and he applied more pressure. Grora struggled, trying to kick him away.

"That's the point," he informed her pointedly.

"Wait, wait, okay, wait," Grora bargained, realizing how serious Wodahs was. He arched his eyebrow at her expectantly. "It was me, I admit it! So cut it out, okay?"

Even with her confession Wodahs didn't let up on his grip, twisting it more. The pain became almost excruciating.

"Wodahs!" she cried out, her hands desperately trying to claw his away from her leg. "What gives!"

"You're being punished for your deeds."

"Do it a different way!" Grora shouted desperately, trying to convince the stubborn angel. "Any other way!"

She felt the grip on her leg loosen and the pain recede a little bit. "I'm all ears," Wodahs told her, glaring daggers, his hand still firmly holding her in position.

She looked up at him. "I don't know, just don't break my leg, Etihw and Kcalb will be upset," the angel reasoned, relief flooding her.

He took a moment, glaring at her still as he weighed his options. Eventually, he let go of her and Grora sat up immediately, curling her legs to her chest as she remained on the table. They watched each other, the silence that had pooled around them broken only by their breathes.

"If you're not going to do anything, can I-"

She was cut off as Wodahs leaned his face close to hers. Grora's mouth hung agape in response. She felt his hand caress her face gently, moving his finger under her jaw and closing her mouth to kiss her. Her eyes remained wide as he did so, shock filling her. She kissed him back gently, unsure of his intentions. This hardly felt like a punishment, after all. The head angel deepened the kiss, cradling the nape of her neck as he did to support her. the gentle action as a whole was a one-eighty from the Wodahs she was confronted with just a few moments prior.

He pulled away and Grora blinked at him with her one good eye, utterly confused by his sudden kiss. "U-uhm," she stammered, avoiding eye contact.

Wodahs caressed her face again, gently pulling her face up so she couldn't avoid his cold, calculated stare. "I thought all of those confessions had been nothing more than jokes?" he asked, a small taunt hidden in his tone.

"What are you doing?" Grora asked, swatting at his hand, intimidated by his closeness.

"Punishing you," Wodahs informed her. "You said anything, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Shouldn't you be happy that your love is being returned?"

"Well, sure, but-"

"Then? What's the issue?" His face drew in close to hers again, intense stare locking with her one good eye. "Or, are you scared, Grora?" She felt a shiver run down her spine, and anxiously swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Scared? Of you?" she asked, laughing sheepishly.

"No, of being reminded that your feelings will never be returned," he told her coolly.

She blinked up at him. "I don't have feelings for you," Grora said quickly. "I have a lack of feelings for you if anything. Do whatever you want."

"I will."

His lack of hesitation made Grora pause in her thoughts. She looked into his eye and became aware of just how serious he was. Wodahs pushed his chapped lips into hers again with the same intensity as before, sliding his tongue past her lips. The kiss was a passionless dance, but it felt good all the same. Grora leaned into his touch more, allowing him to take control. Wodah's wasted no time pulling her cloak off her shoulders and discarding it to the dirt covered floor.

"Oi," she said, pulling away from him and tapping his arm furiously. "Take better care of my clothes!"

"Ah, like you did for my garden bed, correct?" he asked, shutting her up effectively.

He kissed her again, and Grora felt his hands travel down her frame, toying with the bottom of her uniform's dress. He pulled it off of her quickly, breaking contact with her for a mere moment. Her exposed body shivered from the cold drafts in the storage closet. Wodah's empty hands grabbed onto her small chest roughly, groping her petite breasts as best he could.

"Isn't it rather lewd of you not to wear a bra?" he asked, breaking their kiss and watching the angel pant.

"Oh, fuck off!" Grora scoffed. "My boobs are too small to warrant wearing a bra!"

His fingers stroked over her erect nipples gently. "And this?" he inquired.

"It's freezing in here!" she exclaimed.

Wodahs toyed with them more, pinching softly. Grora frowned, her eyes narrowing. She felt her cheeks get rosy as he did though, and in an attempt to hide her body's response she turned her head away. Wodah's rolled the sensitive buds in his fingers and she felt his eyes boring into her. His silver hair peeked into her vision as he craned his neck over to lean in towards her face again. He poured over her with another kiss, forcing her head forwards again with his assertiveness.

Grora felt her head spin from how good the kisses felt paired with his deliberate motions on her chest. She leaned in, kissing him back with the same passion. The sensation of his tongue on and around hers was intoxicating as it expertly danced. Grora moaned breathlessly into his mouth as the kiss continued. She felt Wodahs lean into her body, and she lowered her curled up legs to allow him closer. He took the initiative, gracefully pulling his weight on top of the table, not breaking the kiss. He leaned over her, his scent seeping into her smell and taste. She felt her body press in closer to him, more breathy moans escaping as the kiss continued.

Finally, Wodahs pulled away. Both of them panted hard, regaining their breath little by little. He ceased his soft movements on her chest and gently pushed her down to be lying on the sturdy wood beneath them. He moved on top of her, straddling her hips.

"How much farther are you taking this?" she asked, eyeing him, cheeks red.

"Until you've learned your lesson," Wodahs responds curtly.

Grora pushed at him. "I already get it."

He watched her struggle, amusement written on his face plain as day. "Hey, you said anything," he reminded her. "If you'd like I could just break your leg instead."

The ultimatum rang clear as day. Grora continued pushing at Wodahs, regardless. "Well, I dont really want you to do that, either," she stated.

"Drop your arms, then," he ordered.

"No thanks," she replied, smirking up at him.

He glared at her and grabbed both of her wrists tightly, fighting against her to pin her to the table. He easily secured both wrists with one hand, and trailed the other one lightly down her frame. Grora struggled against his grip as his face leaned towards her chest. His chapped lips grazed against her nipple lightly, causing her to struggle more, throwing her torso up. As she brought her body up, he opened his mouth latching onto her nipple and forcing her back down with ease.

His tongue flicked around her quickly and she felt her back arch involuntarily. His lips curved up on Grora's skin and he sucked and bit into her small mound. She felt his free hand slip lower, dancing over her clothed sex. He pressed into her gently through the cloth, rubbing in slow, deliberate motions.

He pulled his mouth away from Grora's breast, Smirking as she silently squirmed beneath him. "You're pretty wet for someone who said they wouldn't feel anything."

"Am not," she bickered.

Wodahs stroked his hand over her sensitive bits repeatedly, causing her back to arch. "Your body certainly says otherwise." He dragged his fingers up towards her abdomen before slipping them underneath the cloth, tantalizing the angel beneath him. Grora gasped as she felt cold fingers make direct contact with her. He spread her lower lips before gently stroking her clit.

Wodahs teased her, watching her body react to his touch closely. Every arch of her back, or shallow gasp, or stifled whimpers that escaped her slightly parted lips. He moved quicker, skillfully rubbing in small circular motions. Grora beneath him, felt soft moans beginning to leave her throat, her arms becoming relaxed in his grip.

Feeling her relax from his strokes he loosens her grip on her wrists, giving her pleasure his full focus. Wodahs fingers dipped lower, tracing her entrance before inserting two fingers inside. Grora's back curved up, more moans filling the room.

He curled his fingers inside of her, eliciting more moans. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," Wodahs teases. Grora's eyes are closed and her head is off to the side as she moans and pants from the pleasure. The knot in her stomach feels more and more noticeable and her hips begin moving with Wodahs' movements. "Are you close?" He lets go of her wrists moving his now free hand to her chest and pinching one of her nipples.

Grora feels an explosion of pleasure as her walls coil around Wodahs fingers. Her arms move forward and she grips his black pants reflexively, nail digging through the fabric. Wodahs allowed her to ride out her orgasm, watching as she writhes underneath him.

After her body calms down he takes his fingers out of her, and pulls himself off of her and the table. Grora sits up after him. "You're done?" she asks, narrowing her eyes.

"Not in the slightest," he informs coolly, leaning over her and kissing her deeply again, while pushing her back down. He breaks the kiss before using both hands to slide her panties off and Grora watches with silent, hidden anticipation. Meeting her gaze impassively, Wodah's pulls his pants and boxers down his cock springing up.

"W-wait, hold on," Grora pleaded, beginning to pull herself away from him. His strong hands gripped her legs and pulled her back in place before spreading them apart. "It's too big, it won't fit."

Wodahs cold merciless gaze made her feel small. "This is a punishment, Grora, take it," he ordered, lining his length up with her entrance.

She struggled against his tight grip on her legs. "Fuck that! You've had your fun, let me go!" she yelled.

Wodahs picked up Grora's panties and balled them up. Leaning on top of her to keep her pinned down, he kept her mouth open to gag her with the panties in his hand. She struggled wildly until they were secure, the juices that had clung to them from her last orgasm mixed with her saliva, the salty taste spreading in her mouth.

"You're too noisy," Wodahs told her, his hand covering her mouth to keep the panties in. "Besides, aren't you happy? You get to have sex with your crush," he mocked. The tip of his long member poked at her entrance as Grora struggled against him. He smiled sadistically down at her, amused by her reaction, before slowly inserting himself into her. Grora cried out with a long moan, her back forming an arc as she reacted.

The head angel wasted no time, beginning to thrust into her. Pleasure sparked through her body as he did and she couldn't stifle the rhythmic moans that followed his movements. It wasn't long before her hips were moving with his, helping him with the process. Her mind felt dizzy and she could only focus on the pleasure she was receiving.

She heard Wodahs grunt as he thrusted faster, pounding into her. Grora couldn't think straight, moaning softly through her gag. "You're moving all on your own, you know?" he told her.

She nodded, opening her eye and meeting his gaze. It seemed to encourage him as his hips repeatedly hammered into hers. Wodahs repositioned his hands to steady himself as he thrusted and Grora's head snapped back as she moaned loudly. Her mouth agape, the balled fabric in her mouth fell unceremoniously.

"M-more," she begged.

Wodahs used one hand to pull her face so he could stare at the mess he'd made of her. "What was that?"

"Give me more, harder."

"Thought you weren't enjoying this," he growled, slowing his pace down. Grora groaned moving her hips still chasing a now far off climax. Wodahs let go of her chin and forced his hand onto her waist stopping her movement effectively.

Grora glared at him. "Just keep going."

His pace slowed more, movements like soft strokes from a paint brush. She could only feel hints of pleasure mixed in with a heavy feeling of being stuffed full from his cock. "I am though, aren't I?" he cooed.

"Faster."

"How come?"

She huffed, cheeks darkening and eyes darting away from the man on top of her. "Just do it."

"Like this?" Wodahs stopped moving all together, careful not to stimulate any part of her.

"Your dick's shit," she hissed.

He didn't say a word as his pace picked up to a speed it hadn't before. He slammed into her over and over and over again. Grora screamed in pleasure, fighting against his firm hold on her waist so she could buck her hips. His hold on her stayed tight as he thrusted deep into her. Grora's toes curled and uncurled as she moaned, unable to feel anything but him.

"Is it now?" he grunted.

Grora's couldn't respond between the desperate moans that were fleeing from her mouth. His thrusts were relentless and she could feel herself right on the precipice of bliss, struggling wildly to just be able to move her hips with his. As the ledge she was on crumbled and her moans turned into screams of his name, Wodahs repeated his question. Her walls coiled around his shaft as she came. As her body finished sending waves of pleasure rolling through her body she came to the realization that Wodahs had little intention to stop.

"W-Wodahs, wait," Grora squeaked as his merciless pace continued.

"What's wrong? I thought my dick was shit?" he asked, quoting her directly. His cold glare rested on her skin as she writhed from the pleasure coursing through her body. Her body chased after another climax as he rammed into her.

Grora moaned wildly, head tilted all the way back as her mind went blank. His hips snapped back into her, skin slapping together. The table legs made small creaking noises as his rough pace continued but Grora had no trouble drowning most of it out with her moans.

Again she felt a climax build deep in her gut. Her tension causing her to desperately fight against the hand keeping her in place. Wodahs watched her, his gray eyes cold and calculating. Her back arched reflexively as pleasure spread through her. She felt the tension in her gut snap and her walls coiled around him once again. Screams of pleasure tore from Grora's throat, and his name left her mouth over and over again. Her sensitivity only grew as he thrusted into her and she desperately clawed at the wood beneath her.

"You look pretty pathetic all fucked out like this," Wodahs told her, his ruthless pace never slowing. Grora couldn't respond as she felt every thrust clearly, sending quakes of pleasure through her body. "I'll stop if you tell me the truth."

Unintelligible babbles left her mouth as she tried to speak between the moans and Wodahs laughed at her. She felt her pleasure coil in her stomach. Panic about Wodahs mercilessness finally sank in as she realized that she'd be in real danger of falling in love with the head angel if he continued. She screamed again as she came. He forced her to ride the orgasm all the way through and continued pounding into her.

"I guess I could just use you until you pass out, though," he considers.

"N-nooo," Grora whimpers, unable to say much else. Soft whines spread through the room, and her body aches from the quick, unending pace. "I-I love youuu, pleasee." tears bead at the corner of her eyes. At her genuine, weak confession Wodahs' tight grip on her eases and his pace falters momentarily.

Grora moves her hips on him weakly, grinding down as if she hadn't had enough. Wodahs notices her desperate movements and goes back to ramming into her. Her head lolled back as he did so.

"I-it's good," she moaned out, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"You're taking it well."

Grora could feel his cock twitch inside of her deep warmth. His thrusts became sloppy, and danced without tune. She matched him desperately.

"C-cum inside," she begged, crying out from the pleasure that had tormented her for however long Wodahs had been toying with her.

With one final deep thrust he plunged his cock into her. His hot seed flowed in her and she felt hot sticky liquid force itself out around his thick cock. She screamed as it filled her, moaning desperate 'I love you's' and his name as she came again for him. As Grora twitched beneath him, he removed his cock from her.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson," he stated coolly, picking his own and her clothing off the ground and resting hers on the table. He began to dress himself.

Grora's head felt too fuzzy to move and her throat hurt from the moans that had torn themselves free.

"Don't remain here too long." He finished pulling his pants up, not sparing her a second glance. She didn't respond as she heard the door open and then close again, the cool air helping bring her body back to reality.

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Tatsumiya fidgeted with the large sleeves of her clothing nervously as she walked through the Sea of Stars. Idate was beside her, admiring the scenery. They had spent a lot of time with each other after the Sea of Death had been resealed and she found his presence warm and inviting. Idate was a mystery to her, and that fact wrapped the oarfish in intrigue.

"How much longer do you think you'll be staying?" she inquired gently, glancing up at the orca.

He lit up another cigarette, inhaling the smoke. "Probably only another few days, I've stayed much longer than I intended."

"Is that so?" She averted her gaze, looking out to the star filled sand. They were heading pretty deep now, sea trees full of stars caught in the branches glittered and waved with the gentle current of the ocean.

"Don't look so sad," Idate said gently, exhaling through his nose.

"It's just a shame," Tatsumiya says. "What's so important back home?"

Her amber eyes study him closely, watching as the corners of his lips curve into a small smile. "Just someone I miss playing with."

Tatsumiya nodded, not quite understanding but understanding enough. Idate might be interested in her, but it wouldn't be long term. "Is there anything that could persuade you to stay?"

Idate meets her gaze gently. "Miya," he begins, and Tatsumiya feels her heart flutter at the nickname. "I think you're extremely attractive but I think you need someone a little bit more ready to settle down."

She nods slowly. "I see," she laments.

Idate reaches for her hand with his free one, grasping it warmly. "Would you really be okay with someone as restless as me? You have a life here, responsibilities."

Tatsumiya sighs and pulls her hand away, sitting down on the white sand. She curls her legs up, wrapping her kimono around herself. Idate remains standing, taking puffs casually off his cigarette. "You're very right," she finally says, listening to the soft twinkling of the stars surrounding them. "Will you never come back?" she asks.

"Probably not," he says honestly.

"Fated to our attraction, yet never to intertwine," she frames poetically, a melodious sigh escaping her mouth.

"I don't know about never," Idate responds thoughtfully, throwing the burnt butt of his cigarette into the sand and stepping on it to put it out.

The oarfish looks up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we have now, do we not, Miya?" He sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closely. Her cheeks dusted with red at the gesture ad she leaned into his strong shoulders.

"I guess so, romance feels foreign to me."

"What do you mean?" he asks her.

"Since Lord Meikai passed, I've spent all these years raising Wadanohara." She plays with the sand absent mindedly as she adds, "I haven't had the time or energy for romance."

Idate nods sympathetically. "She's all grown now."

"Yes."

"We're together in this moment."

Tatsumiya only nods.

"Perhaps, I can sate your thirst for romance for as long as this moment lasts."

She glances up at the orca and he meets her gaze. The gentle look in his eyes are pools of mystery and intrigue, and Tatsumiya wanted to spend forever gazing into them. Idate leans closer to her face and she feels her cheeks burn. Her voice is hushed as she finally responds.

"Please."

He closes the distance between their faces and he tilts his head gently before kissing Tatsumiya. The taste of tabaco and smoke stains her lips as he does. She feels his coarse hand cup her face, giving her support as he deepens the kiss, sucking her bottom lip in between his teeth and biting gently. A shiver dances down her spine and she whimpers into the kiss.

Idate pulls away, stroking her cheek softly with his thumb. She leans into the touch and her eyes flutter open to find him studying her. She looks away bashfully. "What is it?" she says, voice still hushed.

"You're gorgeous, Miya."

She looks back to him, soft gaze full of warmth. Idate closes the tight space between them again and peppers her lips with soft kisses. He moves the hand on her face to her waist pulling her closer to him. Her weight rested on him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she drew herself up to kiss him better. The gentle nature of his lips meeting hers made her heart flutter.

"Idate..." she whimpered softly.

Encouraged by her gentle voice he slid his tongue past her lips, entangling the muscles skillfully. He caressed her curves through her kimono as his taste filled Tatsumiya's mouth. The kiss seemed to play to all of her weaknesses, making her head spin and her body feel vulnerable. A heat had begun to spread between her legs.

She pulled away, panting and red-faced. Idate chuckled at her reaction and she rested her forehead on his shoulder, hiding her face. He moved a hand to brush her hair between his fingers, patting her head.

"How often do people walk through this part of the sea?" Idate asks cautiously, glancing around their starry surroundings.

"Not since the attacks from Sea of Death," she replied.

He wrapped his arm around her torso tightly before turning her around and sitting her in his lap. She made a small squeak as he did, surprised by the sudden burst of strength. "Good."

"Good?" she repeated, her round eyes staring in innocent confusion.

"How do you feel about taking this farther?"

"Out here?"

"If that suits your tastes."

Tatsumiya considers his offer thoughtfully. The way her face was flushed from the kisses and the heat in between her thighs gnawed into her like a tiny bug. "Okay," she agreed, resting her hands in her lap. "I'm in your capable hands."

"You won't regret it," Idate tells her. She nods as she feels his hands begin to undo her kimono's obi belt. He removes it, placing it on the fine sand beside them before slipping his hands into the fabric.

Tatsumiya feels her face flush more as his hands graze over her bare skin. They travel to her small breasts, groping them gently. Her eyes shut and small whines spill from her mouth as he pinches her perky nipples. She tilts her head back, resting it on his chest. Encouraged, Idate moves his fingers quicker, tugging on her chest roughly.

She yelps in surprise, shying away from his touch. "Gentle," she pleads.

Idate slows his movements right away, dipping his head apologetically and planting a kiss atop her head. "Sorry, I'm not used to treating people so gently."

Tatsumiya nods. "It's okay."

He begins to stroke her nipples again, gently this time. She whimpers at his touch but leans into it, her pale cheeks flushing a deep red. One of Idate's hands travels further into her kimono. She gasps as he slips underneath her panties, rotating his finger around her clit lightly. She feels her whole body shudder and a soft moan flutters out of her mouth.

"Does it feel good, Miya?" he asks, whispering into her ear before nibbling on her ear lobe gently.

His words felt like honey dripping into her mouth. "Yes," she responds softly, another moan flowing with her words smoothly.

He softly kisses her neck as he continues to stimulate her nipple and clit. The soft gentle motions cause her back to arch and he moves a little faster, still being careful to treat the oarfish delicately. Idate lowers his fingers from her clit, toying with her entrance gently, allowing her love juices to wet his fingertips before stroking her gently.

She moans louder, her hips moving his touch firmly into her. A shudder tears through her and she feels herself come undone. Desperate, soft cries drip from her mouth as she cums onto the orca's fingers. He helps her ride through the powerful wave of pleasure that's consuming her before retracting his hand from her sex.

Tatsumiya pants from the harsh shudders her body reacted with, hypersensitive to the gentle rubs on her nipple and the peppery kisses on the crook of her neck. She can feel a hard bulge pressed into her ass from Idate's lap and she gently grinds down on him.

"You seem eager," he coos, stopping his deliberate strokes on her nipple.

Tatsumiya's rosy face gazes over her shoulder at him. "I want to help you too." She continues to grind down on him, rotating her hips to stimulate him through his black dress pants.

"Ah, fuck..." he curses, placing both hands on her hips and helping her move. His hips gently buck up into her ass as she continues to stimulate him, his cheeks dusted with pink. He grunts softly, burying his head into her shoulder as he did. She smiled warmly, happy to know she could make him feel some of the pleasure he'd given her.

After a few moments, she lifted herself off of him and turned, bashfully reaching for him and palming the tent pitched in his hand. She felt the pressure and heat from the area and her amber eyes studied Idate's reactions. His large bulge intimidated her but she could tell from his soft pants that she was helping him.

"Do you want me to use my mouth?" she asked softly, pausing her movements.

Idate looked to her, his black eyes catching hers and studying them. "Are you sure, Miya?"

She nodded and unzipped the fly on his pants, pulling them lower before pulling back his red and white heart boxers off. She smiled at the cute pattern as she did so, her gentle grin faltering when his length was revealed. His large member sprung out, and she studied it closely before leaning in. Precum dripped from the tip and down the shaft from his arousal.

Idate bit his lip in anticipation as her hot breath enveloped the space around his cock. She spared one final glance up at Idate before poking her tongue out and licking the length of his shaft experimentally. He sucked in a breath as her lips parted around his tip, gently swirling her tongue around him. He reflexively buried his hands in her white hair, his fingers entangling with the short strands. She lowered her head down cautiously, his salty precum staining her tastebuds.

As her head lowered she did her best to stimulate his length with her tongue as well, waiting for any negative reactions so she could adjust her technique. She bobbed her head softly, enjoying the feeling of Idate's grip on her hair tighten every time he felt more pleasure than he expected. Her tongue swirled around him and she slowly began moving more confidently, bobbing her head quicker.

His hands tightened and he pushed her head down a little quicker, forcing her to take him all the way to the base. "Sorry, Miya, your mouth feels so good," he grunts, moving her quicker. She gags at his manhandling but takes it, choking on his length every time her heads forced down. His hips buck upwards with his movements, forcing her to take it more often and she feels his thick precum drip down her throat.

She taps gently on his thigh as she feels her breath catch in her throat and he releases her head. She releases his cock from her wet mouth and spittle drips from her mouth onto his cock as she does. Her amber eyes glance up at the lustful look on Idate's face and she realizes she feels thhe same hunger.

"I wasn't to rough, was I?" he asks her.

She shakes her head before pulling herself to her knees and parting her kimono in a way that doesn't restrict her. She brings herself over Idate's length, eyes burning into him. "Fuck me," she pleaded, her hand spreading her lower lips in a way so that he could se everything.

"As you wish." He helps lower her closer to his tip, lining himself up with her pussy. She bites her lip in anticipation as he places his hands on her hips gently. As he slowly lowers Tatsumiya onto him and her hot depths swallow his shaft slowly, the oarfish moans in pleasure, her head hanging forward as he fills her.

"Please be gentle with me," she reminds him as she adjusts.

Idate brings a hand to her chin to steady her face as he leans in close, kissing her gently. He moves his hips, and she moans into the kiss. He takes the moment to slide his tongue in, dancing around her tongue playfully as he slowly thrusts up into her. Her hips shake erotically as he does, and she moans loudly, lips still locked together.

He pulls his lips away and Tatsumiya rests her forehead against his, moaning desperately as he fucked into her. "You feel so good," he told her softly, breathing the same air as her.

"Mmm, faster," she pleaded.

He complied with her request bucking his hips into her faster. His hands rested on her hips gently, helping her move to his rhythm. Moans left her mouth more frequently and he could begin to feel her walls tighten around him. Pleasure coursed through both of them, and Idate bucked his hips as fast as he could. Tatsumiya seemed to hold onto the precipice of her pleasure, hips shaking wildly. Idate could feel a tension beginning to coil itself tightly in his stomach.

"Can I cum inside?" he asked cautiously, unable to truly focus on anything but the pleasure.

Tatsumiya nodded, moaning desperately. He thrusted into her a couple more times, his strokes getting sloppy and unpredicetable. He grunted as he felt Tatsumiya's walls clench around his cock, moans ripping from her throat as if her very life depended on it. His name danced from her vocals as she came hard on him. The coiling feeling around his length pushed him over the edge abruptly, and he felt his seed spurt up into her. She moaned louder as his load dripped around his cock and out of her pussy onto the sand, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

As she finally came back down from her high, Idate removed himself from her depths slowly. He looked at her satisfied, warm smile and returned the look. "Was the enough?" he asked gently, brushing a loose strand from her face and helping her sit back so she could rest.

She nodded sleepily, nuzzling into his chest and wrapping her arms around him. "It was perfect."

"I'm so glad. You did amazing, Miya," he reaffirmed softly, kissing the top of her head. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, allowing her rest after all they had just done. "I'll keep you safe."

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Sullivan walks up the driveway path cautiously, looking at the address scrawled on his hand in black ink. His nervous glances dart around the area, looking to see if he'd perhaps gotten the wrong place. Reserved about the whole idea of a house warming party, Sullivan exhales in a sigh.

"Well, I've already come this far," he mumbles, encouraging himself to take the last few steps forward towards the door. He frowns forcing himself to move forward, one step at a time. The door feels like it looms over him and there's a pit in his stomach as he reaches out a hand tentatively. Sullivan balls his fingers up, forming a fist before knocking on the door.

There's shuffling inside before the door slowly opens revealing the red haired man he'd been dreadfully expecting to see. "Sullivan, you've arrived!" he greeted cheerfully.

He winced at the loud voice but after realizing his life wasn't in immediate danger he untensed himself. "I was worried I'd gotten the wrong house," Sullivan told him.

"You're very early," Gyakuten told him, disregarding his worries easily. The man steps back, holding the door open and gesturing for him to come inside. Sullivan hesitates his gaze darting around.

"Am I the only one here so far?" he asks, unmoving.

Gyakuten nods. "You're early," he repeats. He swings the door open a little more, giving Sullivan an expectant look.

"You aren't going to tie me down and try to kill me the moment I step inside right?" He asks cautiously.

He laughs. "You sure are a riot, Sullivan." Sullivan lets out a nervous chuckle, shifting uncomfortably. "Come on in," Gyakuten invites.

Pressing his lips firmly together, he shuffled inside. The demon shuts the door behind him walking down the hallway. "When will everyone else arrive?"

"In an hour, probably," he replies flippantly.

The unrest in Sullivan's chest flutters, sending off warning bells in his mind. Regardless, he slips off his shoes placing them by the door. He follows Gyakuten down the halls and into a living room. He sat down on a small cushioned chair and gestured for Sullivan to sit across. Surprised by his hospitality, Sullivan lowers himself onto the chair cautiously.

"You seem rather jumpy today." Sullivan flinches at the woman's voice behind him and looks over his shoulder to see Chishibuki standing with a soft smile on her lips.

Sullivan dips his head apologetically. "Sorry, just nervous."

"It's only natural," she responds sweetly. "We've spent such a long tormenting you, I'd also be cautious invited to a house party out of the blue."

Sullivan's face scrunches but he finds himself nodding to her words nonetheless. "This really is just a party then?" he asked.

Gyakuten and Chishibuki laugh heartily at his question. "Of course it is," Gyakuten reassures.

Sullivan feels some of his caution fade with the words, and he relaxes in his seat a little. Chishibuki comes around to sit beside her husband, bring in a tray with three tall fizzing drinks. "I hope you can enjoy the refreshments," she says smiling and sliding one of the tall glasses towards Sullivan. He eyes it dubiously before picking it up. Gyakten and Chishibuki sip from their own drinks, each different in colour.

As he sniffs the drink cautiously the scent of alcohol burns his nostrils but otherwise there didn't seem to be anything to off about the drink. He sipped from it and felt the fizzing bubbles tickle the insides of his mouth. A thick sweet flavor filled his mouth as he drank and he swallowed it slowly, savouring the taste.

"What is it?" he asks curiously.

"Maekami taught me how to make it," Chishibuki replies warmly.

Sullivan took another sip. "I'll have to get the recipe off of him."

He watches the married couple take sips of their own drinks. "How are things with you and Kurutsuno?" Gyakuten asks.

Sullivan straightens his entire body, feeling his nerves relax as his daughters name was said. "Olivia and I's relationship remains complicated," he began droning on about his daughter while taking mindless sips as he did.

Gyakuten and Chishibuki listened patiently, joining in with tales of Hanten and Kurutsuno. Sullivan downed the last of his drink, the alcohol slipping down his throat leaving a sweet aftertaste. He continued rambling with them, his eyes feeling tired as he voiced story after story.

Chishibuki stood from her seat and came close to Sullivan feeling his forhead. He flinched at her gesture but relaxed when he noticed she meant no harm. "You don't look like you're doing to well."

"Huh?" Sullivan felt himself fumbling on the noise, his tongue feeling fuzzy. "Just tired," he explained, squinting as his vision began blurring.

"You can rest," she reassures. "Right, honey?"

"We encourage it. Afterall it'd be unfair to force a lightweight like you..."

Sullivan holds his head in one hand, his face scrunching up as Gyakuten's voice fades away, sounding far off. He looked up but the blurred shapes his vision was producing didn't look like his company.

"Ah, what did you... put in my drink?" Sullivan slurs as his sudden sleepiness overtakes him, his eyes shutting involuntarily and his body succumbing to a deep sleep.

Sullivan's eyes opened blearily. He groaned and tilted his head upright, realizing it hung forward painfully. His eyes open, he realized his vision was still too blurry to make out much. His head throbbed painfully and he wet to go rub his eyes, only to find he couldn't. He tugged at his wrists and legs but found that they were bound tightly.

Tuning in to the sudden feeling of danger, Sullivan took a moment to gather all the information he could. His body seemed to be tied tightly to a table of some sort and he was upright. He couldn't make out much of his surroundings except that it was bright and there was damp cool feel to the air.

"You up?" he heard a man say. He took a moment to identify the voice as Gyakuten's.

Sullivan sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."

"And yet you did anyway, coming right into the lions den, as they say," he heard Chishibuki chime in.

Sullivan heard the clicking of heels step closer to him. "So what, you're just gonna kill me now?" he asked, irritated.

Gyakuten laughed loudly, mocking him. "Just?"

Sullivan felt a soft tug on his clothing, and he struggled against Chishibuki's grip. "H-hey!" he shouted.

"Just use a knife, darling," Gyakuten called.

"Good idea!" she replied. He could practically hear the grin in her voice. The grip on his clothes loosened briefly and he could hear metal scraping softly as what he could only assume was a large knife was picked up. His clothing pulled taught again and he heard fabric rip slowly.

"Stop it! What are you doing?" Sullivan thrashed against his binds violently, trying to pull away.

"Now, now, Sullivan, we wouldn't want the knife cutting you open, would we?"

Her honey sweet words dripped from her lips like venom. It made his blood run cold.

"Maybe you should let him," suggested Gyakuten. Sullivan heard him get up and step forward, shoes tapping against concrete. "It'll be funny." His voice sounded close now.

Chishibuki didn't respond to her husband but Sullivan heard and felt the knife drag into his clothes, tearing them further. He stayed as still as he could, taking her earlier warning seriously as his top was cut off and discarded. The cold air embraced him and he shivered.

"Man," Gyakuten complained. "I was really hoping he'd cut himself on the blade."

Sullivan felt the tip of the blade tap lightly on his skin as if the nurse who had cut away his clothing was deep in thought, pondering what to do. "I think we can arrange it," she said sweetly, pressing the point deeper into his skin. Sullivan yelped out, his body jumping. It forced the steel to bury in his skin, and his blood chilled on his skin. He felt tears well in his eyes because of the pain.

He heard them laugh sadistically as blood dribbled down his torso, the cut just below his diaphragm on the left side. He feels the blade dig in deeper and another loud cry escapes him. Blood gushes around the steel and he writhes in pain as it drips down his torso. Sullivan gasps sharply as he feels the blade leave his body, his tears threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Did that hurt?" Chishibuki mocks, her soft voice echoing in the room he couldn't see.

"Well, I didn't like it very much!" Sullivan yells, his new wound stinging.

"I love it when he's got fight," he heard Gyakuten announce. "I always wonder how long it'll last."

He opened his mouth to say something but found himself scared into silence as the cold blade brushed against his fragile skin. "Where to cut next," hummed Chishibuki. The blood that stained the blade was etched along his skin as she considered her options. Sullivan held his breath, tensing his body, readying himself for the next laceration that she would carve into his skin.

He felt the blade lift for a moment before feeling the impact of the tip drive itself beside his hip bone. He screamed from the pain, tears falling from his eyes freely, wetting his face and making his already blurry vision worse. Chishibuki drove the knife in until he felt the hilt stop it, pressing against the cut. He choked on his sobs as he cried out, fighting against his restraints wildly as the pain engulfed the area.

"Look at him cry!" she exclaimed giddily. She laughed mockingly, putting more pressure onto the deeply embedded knife and Gyakuten joined her melodic laughs.

"Take it out!" Sullivan gasped, sobbing. His eyes were squeezed tight from the pain.

"What was that?" Chishibuki asked, her laugh fading as she inquired.

"I think he said he wants you to twist it in deeper. What a masochist," her husband chimed.

"No, no, no, no, no, n-"

Sullivan tried to plead his case but it didn't stop her from forcefully twisting the knife. A blood curdling scream ripped from the demon's throat, cutting him off. White hot pain spread through the wound so fast he felt like he might pass out again.

"Does it feel that good?" Gyakuten asked him.

"It's bad!" he replied, spluttering on his own tears.

"Well, that's no good," she cooed. Chishibuki wrenched the knife more and Sullivan screamed again. He could feel blood pour from the wound and soak into the brim of his pants, the thick liquid leaving his pants feel sticky and hot. After twisting the knife nearly all the way around, the wound gaping and gushing, Sullivan felt the pressure loosen on the handle loosen. "Won't you admit that you like it?"

"Fuck you," Sullivan hissed. His anger dissipated as he felt pressure get applied to the knife again.

"Wrong answer," she told him, her tone turning sour. She twisted the blade in more and he screamed in agony, fighting hard against his restraints.

His sobs came out broken and pathetic as tears steaked down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," he yelled. "I like it, it's good."

Chishibuki stopped wrenching the knife for a moment and he heard her small chuckle. "Lovey, I think we can get him to do anything like this."

There was a moment of silence and Sullivan looked side to side between the blurred figures of both of his captors. "If it's so good, beg for more, you pathetic worm," Gyakuten commanded.

"U-um..."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Sullivan considered his options quickly, the air tense as they waited for his response. He felt the utter despair in the situation and his sobs became louder. The married couple laughed cruelly at him as he broke down.

"Beg for it, bitch," Gyakuten said. He felt a heavier weight grip the knife and it pressed into the shredded flesh of the gaping wound.

"I don't want it!" Sullivan screamed. The knife sliced upwards and his voice tore from his throat. The pain unbearable, his wailing felt stifled and suffocating. Hoping for any shred of mercy, Sullivan felt his will chip away, forcing himself to quiet down enough to speak. "P-please."

"Please, what?" Gyakuten asked. He leaned in close enough for the demon to feel his breath hot on his ear and neck.

"Please, give me more. It feels good, I need it," he begged, voice shaking between his soft whimpers and cries.

"Awe, he begged," Chishibuki gushed, her voice sweet again.

The knife embedded deep within him was yanked out and Sullivan gasped. He felt blood splatter onto his wound and he yelped. The pain from the wound throbbed so badly he could swear that his captors could see it. The humiliation from begging made his face red and there was a strange tingling feeling in his gut.

"His blood's soaking into his pants," he heard Chishibuki comment.

"Get rid of the clothes then."

Sullivan felt the tip of the knife press into his skin where the rim of his pants were. He shook his head in fear, opening his mouth to plead for mercy again. His words fell silent as he felt a sharp pain as the knifes tip buried into his skin. He felt the fabric on his pants rip as the blade dragged down, following his thigh.

He yelped, his leg jerking as much as it could as the pain spread through him. The cold air hits his skin, chilling the blood and exposed wounds. Sullivan felt his clothes fall away, leaving him completely exposed to the two demons standing before him.

"It's a shame he's not even hard yet," she said, and Sullivan whimpered as he felt cool steel lift up his flaccid cock.

"It's not like it would be impressive anyway."

"But, it would be funny," Chishibuki reasoned.

He heard Gyakuten snort. "If you want to see it, love, we can arrange it."

Sullivan felt the urge to shout at them for talking about him like he wasn't there but he forced his mouth shut, resisting. He winced as he felt a firm hand press onto his chest, finger pressing into the small cut that his wife had made first. He felt hot breath on his chest as Gyakuten seemed to lean in.

"What're you- ah," Sullivan's voice melted into a small whimper as he felt something wet move against his nipple. It took him a moment to realize, but he was able to identify it as a tongue flicking against him. The fingers in his wound, now soaked in blood, moved away and pinched at his other one. The pleasure from it after all the pain made his body melt and he choked on a breathy whimper as it spread through him.

His cock twitched as the pleasure spread through him and he heard Chishibuki laugh at him. She moved her knife away from his hardening length and tensed unsure of what she was going to do. Sullivan felt her grab onto his cock teasing the tip and watching him squirm. He moaned softly, his tears drying on his cheeks making his cheeks feel strange. As Gyakuten stimulated his chest, his tongue piercing scraping against his sensitive skin sending shivers down his spine, Chishibuki pumped her hand in swift motions against his length.

As his arousal reached its peak, he felt his hips rut into her hand, the gaping wound on his hips gushing blood down his legs. Sullivan heard her laugh and suddenly he felt searing pain spread through his thigh as the knife she had still been holding tore through his flesh. He screamed, the pain breaking his chase to climax. He felt Gyakuten's voice as he roared with laughter. He sobbed, panic flooding him once again as she wiggled the knife in his flesh up and down, embedding it deeper into him. Her hand continued to stroke him, forcing him to stay hard as he gasped and wailed, spluttering on his own tears and spittle.

"Look at the precum dripping from him!" she exclaimed, her giddy sadistic tone feeling quiet compared to Sullivan's loud screams. "He's really getting into this!"

Gyakuten laughed against him some more, sending vibrations into his sensitive flesh. "Let's cut him up some more then," he suggested.

"No, wait, I-" He yelped as the knife twisted into him before it was yanked out.

"But you want this," Chishibuki reminded him. He felt her hand move swiftly along him and he shuddered again. The pleasure mixing with the pain felt strange and a strong shudder went up his spine. As they both stimulated him more he felt the blade cut shallowly into his legs and waist and despite the sharp pain that burned like fire every time the knife opened him, he felt himself moaning and his hips bucking into her hand, forcing the knife deeper. He cried as he whimpered, feeling the hot and sticky blood drip into Chishibuki's hand as she ran it along him.

His hips thrusts became irregular as he came close to the precipice, and noticing this, she tore her hand away. Sullivan groaned rutting into the air pathetically, the pleasure being the only thing distracting him from the stinging wounds that covered his body. Gyakuten pulled away from his chest and he felt a finger press into one of the many lacerations, twisting in deeper, feeling his wet flesh. He cried out, whimpering at the touch.

"Man, he really is enjoying this," Gyakuten commented.

"Look how desperate he is," she said and he felt a soft wave of air on his hips as she probably gestured to it. The blurry motions moved to maybe a point at his cock, dripping with precum and stained with blood.

He felt a hand tease his tip slowly again and he moaned softly, moving his hips quickly against the pressure. His moan cut short as he felt a blade bury into him again deeply and he choked back a scream.

"His hips are still moving!" Gyakuten laughed in amusement, the knife twisting as he observed. Sullivan moved his hips rhythmless and quick as the pain soared through him, moaning in response to the pain mixed pleasure. He felt himself get close again, cock twitching in her fingers long enough for her to take notice and pull away again.

Desperate, Sullivan felt his eyes well with large tears that slipped down his cheeks easily. "Since the pain makes him feel so good, he can probably get off just by us cutting him up," she suggested.

"W-wait-"

The blade already soaked in his blood pressed against his cheek and he fell silent. "Think you can cum from that?" Gyakuten asked, talking down to him.

"I-"

"Well, it isn't like it matters to us anyways," he continued, slicing Sullivan's cheek as he pulled the knife away. Blood moxed with his salty tears, dripping into his mouth and off his chin. The metallic taste filled his mouth as he felt not one, but two blades press against him.

"Do your best," Chishibuki hummed.

Both blades dragged into him relentlessly, he screamed in pain as blood stained his skin. He sobbed, the pain making his head feel like mush and the blood loss making him feel light headed. He couldn't tell if it was blood dripping off his still hard length, or if it was pre cum. His head was fuzzy as his sobs mixed with breathy moans. His eyes felt heavy as he bucked his hips into the air, deepening the blades cuts.

Gyakuten and Chishibuki's voices and laughs sounded far off. Sulliva couldn't eep his eyes open, he couldn't think. THe throbbing feeling of pleasure and pain in his body made him ache and it numbed him as his mind blinked in and out of consciousness. The sharp stinging from the hundreds of long cuts and stab wounds felt dul as he nodded off until he couldn't feel anything at all.

And then everything at once.

Gyakuten slapped him awake, and he yelped. "Dying, worm?"

Sullivan groaned from the ache that consumed his entire being. There was a burning in his stomach and his cock and he desperately thrusted into the air, trying so hard to cum from the pain alone.

"He's pretty persistent," Chishibuki said, her finger softly trailing his pathetic cock.

There was a moment of silence and then he felt a hand at his wrist. "Fuck it," he heard Gyakuten say. The strong restraint on one of his wrists was untied and his arm fell limp at his side, several cuts reopening. He gasped at the stinging sensation.

As his other restraint on his wrist was undone, Sullivan felt his body crumple forward and he screamed as white pain ripped through him. He hung attached to the board he'd been tied to by his ankles. The impact with the floor caused him to sob again from the pain. As Gyakuten worked on untying his ankles he felt a blade drag across his untouched back. He writhed as Chishibuki cut into him, humping the ground pathetically and desperately, moaning and sobbing all at once. She laughed at him watching him squirm until his entire body rested, crumpled on the ground.

"Hands and knees," Gyakuten demanded, kicking him in the side. His whole body seemed to jump with the force and he yelped. Weakly and barely able to keep himself up, Sullivan knelt forward. He felt two firm hands hold his head up by his horns and his nose made contact with direct skin.

Another set of hands gripped onto his hips and he heard warning bells ring in his head as something thick pressed into his ass. "U-um," Sullivan began weakly, voice shaking and cock dripping with precum.

"Shut up and take it!" Gyakuten shouted at him, slapping his ass hard enough to bruise. Sullivan yelped in surprise his face pressing further into the skin of who he assumed to be Chishibuki. Her thumbs moved in small circulare motions against his horns and her thighs pressed into Sullivan's cheeks.

"Your dicks to small to use, so you'll lick instead, okay?" she told him sweetly. As the realization dawned onto him he felt Gyakuten's dick ram into him roughly, forcing him to scrunch uncomfortably into Chishibuki. As his mouth opened to release a hoarse scream it pressed into her crotch. She held his head there and he weakly began laving against her sensitive bits.

Gyakuten rammed into him roughly, his cock burying deeply into Sullivan. He moaned against Chishibuki, his cock dripping with precum. He moved his hips with Gyakuten weakly, as he licked. She curled her fingers into his scalp as he did, panting and rolling her hips onto his face as he was fucked into.

Gyakuten's rough thrusts began hitting him harder, repeatedly hitting his prostrate. Sullivan yelped, moaning loudly, his wounds reopening again. Gyakuten, spurred on by the man's pathetic moans and squirming, fucked into him harder. Sullivan screamed from the pleasure as he felt the blood from his lacerations drip onto him and the floor. His hips rutted back into him desperately as his cock twitched.

"Hey, keep licking," Chishibuki commanded, but Sullivan was far too gone and her voice sounded far off. He felt her grip tighten on his long horns. "Lick or I'll snap your stupid horns off." Her threat fell, but still, he only screamed and writhed in pleasure.

As Gyakuten pounded into him roughly, Chishibuki tightened her grip before yanking hard onto his horns. There was a loud crack that echoed between the wet skin slapping sounds and Sullivan's screams of pleasure turned into a scream of pain. His body tensed but Gyakuten didn't slow. The pleasure mixed in and Sullivan began sobbing due to the sensation. Chishibuki yanked again, the horn in her hand snapping roughly.

Sullivan clawed at her legs desperately as he writhed, choking on sobs and moans as she flipped the broken horn in her hands. "Now, lick," she commanded cruelly. Sullivan's attention still distracted by his desperate twitching cock and dull ache in his head, didn't respond in anyway, ignoring the demoness in front of him. He screamed again as the sharp point of his broken horn stabbed into his shoulder blade. Blood gushed from the wound and as his body tensed again, Gyakuten groaned.

Sullivan's body convulsed from the pain and pleasure flooding him, reaching his limit finally. His cum mixed with the blood on the ground, and he choked on the cries leaving his mouth. Gyakuten didn't slow, dissatisfied still, fucking into him harder.

"Break off his other horn love, I'll treat you after this."

"N-noooo," Sullivan begged as he crumpled weakly to the ground, writhing as Gyakuten rammed into him.

He began sobbing loudly, the pain taking over his senses as his high wore off. Chishibuki held onto his last horn tightly before bending it with all her strength, snapping it clean in one go. His whole body quaked from the pain as he wailed. Gyakuten fucked into him as he did and Chishibuki dragged the sharp end of his horn roughly against his back. Finally, with one last thrust Gyakuten poured his thick, hot seed into Sullivan, filling him. He pulled out, giving Sullivan one last final kick in the ribs before walking away from him. His horn fell onto his back as Chishibuki abandoned his crumpled body as well, both of them leaving him on the floor.

Exhausted from the blood loss, Sullivan slipped into a deep sleep, knowing he'd awake later in a hospital bed as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Text

Yukisada ran down the stairs excitedly. Today was the day! He jumped the last two steps, landing perfectly on the ground floor, his soft feather-like haori fluffing up a bit. He made his way happily to the kitchen in his and Shirogane's home, pulling out an assortment of baking ingredients. He hummed happily as he began reviewing the cake recipe he had promised to cook for his friends birthday. Shirogane would mope in bed for another few hours after he woke up so there was lots of time to prepare the cake in secret.

He carefully measured all of the ingredients, mixing them together and pouring them into a heart shaped pan. The oven dung as it came to right temperature and he excitedly slid the cake pan in, setting a timer soon after. Yukisada smiled excitedly, turning on his heel and digging around in their junk drawer to find the hand made card he'd prepared.

He carefully set the card on the dining table, before spinning around again. He dug around the cupboards again, pulling out a few simple decorations and setting them up as he waited for his timer to ring. Yukisada smiled to himself as he heard heavy movement above him as his friend shuffled around. The cake was almost ready it would just have to cool.

"Stay up there a bit!" He called up the steps.

"You're holding me hostage," Shiro yelled back, whining.

"Pleaseee?" Yukisada requested. He smiled as the wolf stopped at the top step, sitting on it and pouting down at him.

"Fine, fine."

Yukisada smiled apologetically as the oven's timer went off and he scurried over to it to take it out. The smooth white of the vanilla cake glistened in the kitchen lights and he placed it on the cold stove top, giving it time to cool. He waddled over to the staircase again peering up at Shirogane's tired eyes.

"Did you sleep okay?" he asked.

"The same as usual."

"Sorry to hear that..."

"You?" His long fluffy ear twitched in curiosity.

"I was too excited to sleep," Yukisada admitted sheepishly.

"For what?" Shiro inquired his face scrunching up.

Yukisada blinked. "Did you forget?" he asked.

"Forget what?" he asked, whining.

"What's the date today," the owl prodded.

"Um, I don't know, like, a Saturday?"

Yukisada chuckled as the smell of baked cake floods into the bathroom. "What's the calendar date?"

Shirogane averted his gaze as he thought about it and then it seemed to dawn him. He looked up to the ceiling. "It's my birthday," he mumbled.

Before he could tease him about forgetting, the oven's timer rang out. "Wait here," he requested, turning back into the kitchen. He could feel his crush's gaze peer curiously at him from the top of the railed steps as he pulled out the smooth vanilla cake. He fished out the ingredients for the icing and mixed it swiftly as the cake cooled.

"Can I come down yet?" Shiro asked.

He hummed, gently resting a few fingers on the cakes surface. "Sure, but I'm just icing the cake."

"You made me a cake?"

"Of course I did, Shiro, you're my best friend," he said, spooning out some of the icing and smoothing it over the cakes soft surface. Shiro descended down the steps, making his way to where he always sits at the table. "Ah, you can open that card, I guess." Yukisada felt a tight sensation in his gut from the nerves. Perhaps, the contents of his writing could tear them apart but, the unrequited feeling of love he'd felt for years had become unbearable.

He heard the paper swish open and silence encompassed the room. It felt like it lasted hours and Yukisada shifted nervously. He turned around after a while, Shirogane not breaking the silence. The wolf's face was hard to read, his eyes were welled up with tears and there was a complicated smile on his face. "A-are you okay?" Yukisada fretted, rushing over.

Shirogane nodded his head, standing from his chair. Yukisada closed the distance between them, and grasped his hands. They looked into each other's eyes and the owl knew, without a doubt, that his feelings hadn't changed the way things were. Shirogane's tail swished happily behind him.

"Do you, feel the same way?" he asked.

Shiro nodded, seemingly unable to speak. His face drew closer and he nuzzled himself into Yukisada, embracing him.

"I guess I had nothing to worry about," Yukisada laughed gently, wrapping his arms around his now partner. He felt happiness prick him with the thought, making his insides fuzzy and warm. The wolf nodded again. "Did you want to, maybe, kiss?" The exchange felt awkward and stiff, as if the owl was a skin covered robot, faking his way through the interaction.

Shirogane lifted his head quickly, his tail thrashing excitedly. "Could we?"

He nodded leaning in towards the wolfs face. He closed his eyes, unsure of what he was doing, exactly. He pressed his lips gently against Shirogane's. It felt sweet and loving and kind, which relieved Yukisada, since he was expecting his awkward movements to carry over into the kiss. It felt like it lasted an eternity, and yet it only lasted a few moments. All of the years he'd been pining finally had come to this moment and there was no greater sense of satisfaction. Their eyes meet as he pulls away and there's a furious blush on his partners face.

"Was it... Okay?" Yukisada asked hesitantly, trying to discern the anxious look on his partners face.

Shirogane nodded his head vigorously, his eyes were squeezed shut. Yukisada glanced at his tail that swished happily and smiled warmly at the wolf.

"I should, probably finish icing that cake, huh?" he mumbled, turning away from him.

As he went to take a step he felt a firm grip pull on his sleeve. "Wait!" his voice came out pitchy and desperate and Yukisada glanced back in concern.

"Are you okay? what is it?" He looked Shiro up and down, trying to discern the cause of his tone. Hardly noticeable, but still there, Yukisada's eyes catch sight of a small bulge in his pants and his face goes dark red.

Shirogane shuffles in place. "I'm not used to being touched so gently, let alone kissed, I'm sorry," he said, voice frantic and tears beginning to well up.

Yukisada waved his hands energetically. "Ah! No, no, no, no, no!" he exclaimed. "It's okay really, I promise. We, uh, we can fix it."

He blinked at the proposal, tears stopping almost immediately. "We can?"

Yukisada scratched the back of his neck. "If you want to," he said.

Shirogane nodded and he gently began guiding him to his bedroom in the room next door. He sat him down on the bed before sitting beside him. Yukisada turned so he sat cross legged and leaned in, kissing him again. Shiro kissed back, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. Experimentally, the owl poked his tongue out and brushed it against his lips. It took him a moment to realize what to do but eventually he opened his mouth and Yukisada darted his tongue inside.

He swirled his tongue around nervously and quickly, uncertain if what he was doing was correct. Shirogane pulled away with an anxious look. "Could you be more gentle?" he asked quietly.

Yukisada nodded, attempting again, kissing him gently and moving his lips against the other man's. The warmth of his partner made his tummy flutter as they moved in unison, and he pushed Shirogane back on to the bed so he was lying on top of him. The tent in his pants had grown more and it pressed into Yukisada as he lay on top, kissing passionately and slowly. He adjusted his weight carefully, rubbing against Shiro accidentally and the wolf moaned.

Curiously, Yukisada straddled his hips while he kissed and gently moved his hips. Shirogane's hands wrapped around the owl's neck as he moaned from the small stimulation, pushing his hips into Yukisada desperately. He laughed at the mess beneath him between kisses.

"W-what?" Shirogane asked.

"It's really cute seeing you all worked up like this," he replies, moving his hips more and peppering experimental kisses down his neck. Shiro whined, moving his head to the side and letting him kiss his neck more. As his hips moved and kips kissed, he slowly began helping him out of his clothes, stripping with him. As he got to the boxers he broke his kiss and lifted himself up, sliding down and dragging his pants with him. Shirogane watched him with bated breaths as he took off his hakama, revealing his hard arousal. Shiro sat up and Yukisada tilted his head curiously.

"What is it?" he asked.

"C-can I help?" he answered.

Yukisada nodded, getting comfortable in a sitting position and Shirogane crawled closer. He dipped his head down cautiously and took the owl's tip into his mouth. He licked the tip softly and Yukisada caressed his face and he experimentally swirled his tongue around his cock head. He moaned as Shirogane continued, bobbing his head tentatively. He threaded his fingers into the soft white hair as his partner took his length deep into his mouth, and rubbed the base of his soft ears. Shiro whined, sending soft vibrations up his shaft. Yukisada's grip tightened as he moaned loudly.

Shirogane bobbed his head faster, running his soft tongue against his full length. Yukisada lifted his hips gently, helping his partner get his cock deeper, his loving gaze transfixed on the wolf. "I'm c-close," he gasped out between moans. Shiro lifted his head and gave pouting eyes at Yukisada.

"Could you, put it in?" he asked stumbling on his own words in nervousness.

Pushing away his disappointment, Yukisada nodded, guiding him to lay down with his ass up. He reached around him, running his fingers along Shirogane's length. He wrapped his hand around it, gently pumping it up and down, stimulating him as he used his other hand to dip a finger into his hole. Shirogane moaned for him, his body shaking with excitement. Yukisada, curled his fingers gently, allowing him to get used to the size before adding another finger and stretching him out.

"Do you think you're ready?" he inquires softly, teasing the tip of his cock gently. Shiro nodded and arched his back up more. Yukisada didn't hesitate, letting go of his soft grip on his length so that he could properly line himself up. Pushing in slowly, he felt Shirogane's walls tense around him.

He whined from the uncomfortable feeling that came with his walls stretching and Yukisada leaned over his back to caress his cheek. "We can stop at any time," he reminds him softly.

Shirogane shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

He nodded and slowly began thrusting into the wolf. Shirogane squeaked, still adjusting to Yukisada's length. It wasn't long before he was moaning in pleasure, rocking his hips gently with his boyfriend's soft thrusts.

"Should I go faster?" Yukisada asked cautiously.

Shirogane nodded, his face red. "Yes please," he mumbled into the sheets his face pressed into.

He moved his hips faster, skin slapping as his rhythm increased. Shirogane's red face buried into the mattress as he moaned loudly, moving his hips to the fast thrusts as best he could. Yukisada felt his stomach tighten as his cock was swallowed by Shiro's insides. He'd never expected to feel such intense pleasure. It made his head dizzy as he continued moving his hips into Shirogane's. Thrusting deeply, he heard Shirogane scream with pleasure for a moment and he slowed, concerned.

The wolf groaned softly, moving his hips faster. "It felt good," he whimpered. "Do it again."

Yukisada complied with the request, thrusting into the same spot again. Shirogane moaned loudly, his back arching dramatically as he gripped the covers tightly. Yukisada could feel his cock twitch and abdomen tighten, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm close," he grunted, hands gripping Shiro's waist as he thrusted into him.

"Me too, cum with me," he gasped, desperately moving his hips into Yukisada.

With one last deep thrust in, the owl felt his thick seed pour into Shirogane. His walls clenched around his cock tightly, squeezing every last drop from him as Shiro's load emptied onto the egg white sheets below them.

Panting and exhausted, Yukisada pulled out wordlessly and wrapped his arms around his partner, pulling him into a warm embrace. Shiro nuzzled into him and they lie back on the large bed, cuddling each other.

"Was it okay?" Yukisada asked.

Shirogane nodded his body still trembling from the course of events. "I love you," he whispered.

Yukisada grinned tenderly, placing a kiss on the wolf's forehead. "I love you too."

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Satanick announces his presence with a soft knock before walking into Victors small, dark room. He brought in a tray with him, a warm bowl of soup resting atop it sloshing gently. "Crea has been put to bed, and your soup is ready," he says, as he walks over. He places the wooden tray in front of Victor, helping him sit and propping his back up with a pillow.

His frail demeanor didn't improve as the rich smell from the soup wafted up into his face and Satanick frowned slightly. He lifted the spoon from the tray dipping it into the food and lifting up a small amount. Victor opened his mouth slightly and Satanick took a moment to blow on the liquid before allowing it to slide down his friends throat.

"Is it getting worse?" he asked.

Victor nodded. "I don't think I'll live much longer," he informed, voice hoarse.

"If you just, came with me," Satanick reasoned.

"Didn't I already tell you no?" Victor snapped. As his voice left him he coughed violently, body shuddering and spittle flying forward. Satanick rubbed his back slowly, helping steady him as he hacked.

"You're right, you're right," he mumbled, helping him lean back again as his coughing subsided and getting another spoonful of soup. He watched in distress as his friends brittle frame quivered even with the mere action of breathing.

As he spoon fed the rest of the bowl to him in silence he drank in his surroundings. How many more times would he sit beside Victor like this? How many more times would the smell of sickness invade his nose? How many more times would he invite himself into the darkness of Victor's room and take care of him? How much time was left?

He was pulled away from his thoughts as he heard Victor wheeze loudly. Satanick set down the now empty bowl, patting his back gently. As soon as he had calmed, the devil retracted his hand. The longing in his chest ached and screamed at him to whisk the man far away from here and back to Ne-no-Kuni. He stopped his greedy heart, sighing wistfully.

"Are you okay?" Victor asked.

Satanick stood from his seat. "I'm fine," he responds distantly, looking away. "I think I should go for today."

He began to walk away from the bed, not sparing a glance back at Victor. He had reached the old wooden door and twisted the handle before anything else was said. "Wait, before you go Satanick," he called out softly.

Satanick turned, curiosity spreading through him. "Did you change your mind?" he asked, jumping to his own baseless conclusion.

Victor scowled. "What? no." His curiosity fell and he dejectedly continued to wait. "I need help with something if you don't mind," he said.

"Anything for my friend," he remarked, emotional anguish tightening around his throat at the words slip out of his mouth.

"It's a tad embarrassing, I feel like I can only trust you with this." Satanick drew in closer, peering at Victor in the dim light that flickered about the room.

"What can I do?"

Victor sighed audibly, averting his gaze. His cheeks tinged with roses. "I'm to weak to bathe myself," he mumbled quietly.

Satanick's face brightened visibly, and he grinned. "What was that?" he asked teasingly.

"I need your help... bathing myself," he said quietly and quickly, the last two words flying past his lips in such a quick murmer he almost misheard it.

"Of course, of course." The devil beamed as he reached down and scooped Victor from his bed, being careful not to hurt his frail body.

Victor looked away shamefully, keeping himself occupied with the old walls of his home. Satanick took him to the bathroom, flicking the light on. Gently, he set him down on the toilet seat, turning to the bath silently and beginning to run the water. Dedicated to taking care of Victor, he tested the waters several times to make sure it wasn't too hot.

Once he was sure of the temperature, Satanick turned back to Victor. His movements slow and deliberate, attempting to not make him feel any more shame, he undressed his sick friend. Victor avoided eye contact the entire time, staring at anywhere else. Hyper aware of the situation Satanick bashfully kept his eyes away from Victor's crotch, setting him into the water.

He lets him soak in the warm water for a moment as he looks around for the sponge and soap. "Over here," Victor mumbles softly pointing to the corner side of the bath, coughing afterwards violently. The demon grabs the necessary items and watches as Victor spasms from his sickly coughs. He waits patiently taking the moment his body settles to begin cleaning off grime and dirt.

His touches were gentle and soft, scrubbing away the filth that had caked itself onto Victor. "I'm sorry about this," he said, looking away from Satanick again.

He shook his head rapidly. "Don't worry about it all," he hummed as he cleaned, working his way down the man's body.

He did his best to not notice. He really did, but Satanick's gaze caught every detail about his unrequited love's fragile body. He noticed Victor's once flaccid member had begun to get aroused, twitching as it grew. Satanick, avoided the area purposefully, averting his gaze as much as he could. The man he was washing didn't say a word about it and Satanick felt a nervous, inescapable chuckle leave his mouth.

"Don't laugh at the pathetic state I'm in," he muttered.

Satanick pressed his lips tightly together, the deafening silence filling every corner of the room. He continued scrubbing down, moving onto Victor's thighs. The water had been stained with dirt and the devil found himself wishing he'd been told sooner. He lamented about all the wasted time, wishing he could just force Victor's hand into immortality.

His wandering mind, left his hands unfocused and he felt the dorsal side of his hand brush against Victor's length. It snapped him back to reality and he jerked his hand away quickly, glancing at his friend's rosy face.

"U-um, unheard of I know, but could I..." Why in the world was he so nervous. He did all sorts of promiscuous activities back in Ne-no-Kuni, and now that he was faced with a prime scenario he was getting cold feet? He just needed to ask! Satanick felt his heart tighten at the reminder of his proposal to Victor the first time he had asked him to come back to the castle with him. To be immortal. The rejection had crushed him for weeks. Could he do that again?

"Could you what?" Victor asked, tone rough and raspy.

"Well, it's just, you've probably not been touched in-"

"Satanick!" he snapped, coughing as his cheeks darkened so red they were practically scarlet.

He laughed bashfully, retracting his hands and shuffling away from the tub. "You look like you're struggling with it!" he reasoned, frantic.

"A man should not take the place of another man's wife."

"I wouldn't dare!" he responded quickly. He averted his gaze from the flustered man, pulling at the collar of his suit. As the tense nature of the conversation ebbed away, Satanick scooted closer to the edge of the bathtub.

Victor watched him closely, his narrowed eyes gazing suspiciously. Awkwardly, he reached into the tub again, gripping the sponge and spreading the soap onto more of his body. They continued not speaking, and the only sound was that of the water sloshing.

Satanick's eyes kept returning to Victor's cock, it twitched slightly with his arousal. He pouted silently, taking extra care to hide his frown from Victor. The nagging in his chest was even more irritating from the last reaction the man had displayed. He just wanted to be able to take of him like that once before he'd accept that he was going to leave the thought behind once and for all. It would give him closure. It would help him move on. A groan escaped his mouth and Victor seemed to jump at the suddenness.

He gave a concerned look at the devil and Satanick smiled innocently. "Okay but have you considered," he began loudly. "That it's just me taking care of my dearest friend. I mean it isn't like you can take care of it in your current condition." Victor glared at him as he spoke, his frown so deep it caused wrinkles in his forehead to form. "I'm just saying!"

There was another moment of deafening silence and Satanick continued to smile obnoxiously at the sick man. He looked away pointedly still frowning, "...fine."

"Ah, for real?" He asked, ecstatic. He immediately craned into the tub more, dropping the sponge in his hand.

"Just be cautious," Victor scolded his overzealousness.

Satanick ignored his warning, of course he would be. He took Victor's length in his hand skillfully, gently teasing the tip. He reacted nearly immediately, his head tilting back and a raspy gasp leaving his lips. Spurred on by his reactions he moved his hand along his length.

"You look like you're enjoying this," Satanick commented cheekily, watching the man squirm from his gentle touches.

Victor struggled to speak, his voice getting caught in desperate pants and soft whimpers. Satanick chuckled, teasing his cock slowly. His rasping breaths filled the room and Satanick watched in fascination.

"This is so sinful," Victor gasps, his head leaning all the way back resting on the edge of the tub. THe water splashed a bit as his hips rut into Satanick's hand. The devil watches hungrily, feeling his pants tighten as his own arousal begins to affect him.

"If it was so sinful, would it feel this good?" he asked softly, pumping his hand faster. Victor's raspy moans echoed around the small room and his hips moved in rhythm. Satanick shifted his weight, the slight movement offering little distraction to his ever growing arousal as he watched his friend squirm from his touch.

"Fuck.." he moaned softly, leaving Satanick's question unanswered. Victor's weak movements couldn't keep up as the devil stimulated his cock more, his hand moving faster. His moans became quicker in response, eyes squeezing shut, hair knotting as it pressed against his scalp from his tilted head.

Satanick slipped his free hand to his crotch and massaged the tent that had pitched in his pants. His cheeks darkened as he watched the man writhe in pleasure. The friction sent electricity through him and he felt himself longing for more. He watched as precum dripped from Victor's cock and felt excitement bubble through him as he twitched in his hands.

"Already?" Satanick teased, focusing his efforts on his tip. Victor moaned softly, his hands clenching into fists as the pleasure got more intense.

Satanick rolled his own hips against his hand, watching in excitement as his unrequited crush moaned louder, his hips moving sporadically. He stifled his own moans as he worked on pleasuring him. His dark hair fell in a mess that brought out his scarlet cheeks and his half-lidded lust filled eyes burned their presence into Satanick, filling him with longing. As his movements got more intense around Victor's length he slipped a hand into his ever tightening pants, being careful not to alarm his friend as he began to pleasure himself in the same way.

Victor's desperation rose in his moans and Satanick watched with baited breaths as his hips rose one final time. His seed leaked onto the devil's hand and he seized his own stimulation. Victor moaned softly, whispers of his wife's name left his mouth and Satanick sighed wistfully. He discreetly hid his length and drew closer, washing his hand off in the water. Victor panted as he rode out the intense pleasure.

Satanick smiled warmly at his friend, fighting back the longing he felt, and carefully cleaned up his mess. Victor looked exhausted, and old, as if his arousal had taken the last of his life from him. He brushed long strands of hair from his face, holding his eye contact for a little longer than what would be acceptable.

"Thank you, my dearest friend..." Victor mumbled, his head slipping to the side as he fell into sleep. Satanick drained the water, watching his friend's chest rise and fall. His wheezy breaths were the only noises to be heard after the water had completely drained. The devil suppressed his own arousal and lifted the brittle frame from the tub, carrying him silently to the bedroom.

He tucked Victor into bed, looking longingly at the empty space beside him before kissing one regretful kiss on his forehead and slipping out of the room and into the dark, cold night.

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Downtime was a rare commodity. You seldom ever found yourself having the time to sit down and rest, but clearly, you must've dozed off at some point. Your head bobbed as you woke up unsure of your surroundings; they didn't feel known to you. You wake up slowly, eyes flittering open, examining your surroundings carefully. The room is dimly lit and damp and you lay on a stiff bed, devoid of any covers. You attempt to bring a hand to your face to rub the sleep from your eyes only to find that you've been restrained. A shot of panic rushes through you, the adrenaline forcing you to fully wake up.

Your eyes took in your surroundings quickly. At the very least you could tell that you were still in Satanick's castle. It meant that the person who had tied you up, had not gone far since you often found yourself spending time with the Devil. There was a rusted metal door dead ahead of where you lay, three thick bars near the top, barred a rectangle opening. You couldn't make out anything beyond the door, a frown painting itself across your face.

As your gaze glided away from the closed door, you caught site of an old, wooden chair, a dark silhouette sitting on it, covered by the shadowy nature of the dimly lit room. You squinted trying to make out who resembled the figure, as well as who would do this in the first place.

"You're finally awake." A woman's voice echoed clearly, and with it dawned the recognition you had looked for.

"E-Envi?" you asked, shocked. "I don't understand."

She tilted her head, considering you. "This isn't truly a situation where you have to grasp what's going on," she muttered. Envi lifted herself from her seat, walking over to where you were strapped down.

"Well, I mean, you have me strapped down, in what I can only assume are the dungeons. Are you going to kill me?" Envi's face drew in close to yours, her breath mixing in with the air that you inhaled. Her red eyes examining you thoughtfully, as you fidgeted within your restraints.

"If I killed you, it would upset the Lord Devil," she told you, not pulling away. The close proximity of your faces was intense.

"Then..?"

Finally she pulls back a little, fixing the position of her long braid so it fell behind her, instead of over her shoulders. You watch, fixated on her curiously, as she reached into her dress apron and pulled out a bundle of straps with a ball secured tightly to it.

"Is that a gag?" Your eyes are trained on the item in her hand.

Envi doesn't say anything as she straightens the ornament in her hands, pulling the straps apart to show off the large ball at the center. "You speak too much," she informs, reaching forward with the gag.

You open your mouth to protest and she forces the large ball between your lips. The smooth plastic tastes of factory and old leather, and you desperately reject the gesture, pushing at the object with your tongue. She laughs as you struggle, looking down on you. She clips the gag in place, securing its position in your mouth.

Entirely helpless to the situation at hand, you watch paralyzed as you see a glint of silver as Envi draws a small blade. Something about her demeanor changes as she notices your fear, a malicious smirk playing across her lips. She had never been intimidating to you in the past, but now being at her mercy, your mind seems to review countless memories where her polite attitude had switched to something sadistic and intimidating.

The sharp blade of her knife cuts into the fabric clothing your body. As your garments adorning your frame fall to the ground, you try to make out the intricate gaze that's weaved itself upon her delicate face. Her crimson eyes seem to burn with something unknown, boring into your naked body. The cool air of the damp, small room causes a shiver to run itself down your spine.

Envi reaches out her arm, pressing the flat side of the cold blade against your skin, dragging it along your torso. Instinctively you try to shrink away from the knife, twisting in the restraints keeping you hostage, and pleading messily with the ball gag in your mouth. Spurred on by your reaction she presses it into you a little harder, threatening to break skin but not following through. Not yet, at least.

"There's always been something I couldn't quite place about you," she says, holding the blade in place, studying your unease closely.

You don't even attempt with a response, stilling your movements so that the only one remaining is the rise and fall of your chest with your cautious breaths.

"Having you here at my mercy, though, I believe I finally realize." Envi presses her knife down further, breaking the skin cleanly. You suck in a breath around the large ball between your lips; sharp pain spreading through you from where she drew blood. The demon licked her lips in anticipation, watching the small beads of blood drip down your bare torso.

She doesn't waste time explaining herself, setting the knife down before smearing her fingers into the hot red liquid on your torso. She spreads it gently, examining your reaction closely and carefully. You squirm against her gentle touch, whimpering at the stinging from the sensation on your skin. Satisfied, she retracts her hand, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking the blood off. Her pink tongue wraps around her index finger sensually, deep crimson eyes locking with your own.

Her finger clean of blood she reaches down towards you again. Her cold fingers trace the skin on your thigh and you feel your skin crawl with anticipation. Envi's fingers dance between your thighs towards your sex, toying with the sensitive skin around the area all the while tauntingly. She feels the heat between your legs experimentally, and you whimper as feathery feelings of pleasure whisp through you. The complex expression adorning her delicate face remained unreadable as she rubbed against your sensitive bits. You felt soft whines slip past your lips as she teased you. Her lips curved up as she heard you, eye's hungrily watching your responses.

Envi's hand dipped lower, fingers soaked in your own juices leaving a wet trail on your skin as she did. With little warning she straightened three fingers at your sex and plunged them in deeply. Struggling against your restraints, you cry out in surprise and pain. Tears well in the corner of your eyes as the shock settles into your body. Her slender fingers, curl inside you, stretching you out as you desperately try to adjust to the thickness of all three digits. You gasp as she moves her fingers quicker, twisting them and curling them within you. Your sex sucks at her fingers, squelching as she moved. The eye contact made your cheeks heat considerably, and you desperately wished you could escape her intense gaze.

You heard a sadistic laugh escape her pretty, full lips as she watches you squirm on her fingers. Each slight movement sent your weight further down on her fingers, the thickness sending more ripples of plain and pleasure through your body. The wet sucking noise only gets louder as she forces her fingers deeper. You struggle, whiney moans escaping from around the thick plastic ball gag as you do. Your sex clenches around her fingers as she curls them inside you deeply. The burning ache in your body from being stretched wide ebbs away and you feel a deep carnal pleasure begin to envelope your stomach.

Envi watches closely as your hips begin to move, forcing her fingers deeper into you. You moan louder for her, your voice only slightly muffled by the gag between your lips. She studies your reactions closely, eyes burning deeply as you make a mess of yourself on her fingers. Your gut tightens with a writhing pleasure that forces you to gasp and choke on your own voice. Her quick movements only become more prevalent as she presses on your walls. Your sex quivers around her three fingers as the squelching sounds loudly echo around the quiet room.

As her movements become quicker and more defined, targeting your most sensitive parts, you tilt your head back. The pleasure feels overwhelming and you can't stop your hips from moving with her tight movements. Her eyes bore into you as you squirm and moan and gasp. You finally feel your pleasure reach its height as she pushes her fingers into you particularly deep. You cry out loudly as your climax plummets from the height it had reached. Your sex's walls convulse around her and she watches with a deep excitement as you orgasm.

As you finally come down from the high, and your tired eyes focus on the demoness in front of you. Her eyes shine with the same intensity as before as she pulls her fingers from your hole. She deliberately wipes her soaked fingers on her skirt as she watches you. For a moment, you think maybe she didn't plan on doing anything else, and that she was would let you waltz away from the whole situation.

The mere glimmer of hope in your system seems to fade as she smiles maliciously at you. "The Lord Devil needed me to attend to some business this afternoon, but I assure you, Pet, I'll be back to play with you later." It seemed that she'd found everything she'd needed to within the time she'd forced you to squirm, and not only that, but she'd be finding out much more come that evening.

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The rain suited the mood near perfectly. Daimonji watched from the window as the droplets splattered on the ground messily, forming puddles anywhere they could. Behind him Cosmea rested. Her still form looked peaceful despite the amount of pain she was in whenever she was awake. Her gentle features were stunning to him even now. He had been waiting for her recovery since her injury had happened, in that time she had spent most of it sleeping. The flowers in her long black hair were wilting considerably as the days passed. Daimonji had spent near every moment waiting beside her, leaving Higan in Maekami's diligent care.

He moved closer to her, sighing softly and resting his hand atop hers. His touch was timid, doing his best not to disturb Cosmea's rest. Yet, as his hand lay on hers, Daimonji felt her stir. Her eyelids fluttered opened, revealing her large rose coloured eyes that once held life and joy with bright shimmers. She was strong enough not to show it outwardly, but he could tell the amount of pain she was in. The slight quiver in her hand as she woke gave it away near immediately, as well as the gentle gasp. Her dull gaze flitted up to her lover and for a moment regained the shimmer of life.

"You're still here," she mumbled, her voice weak and quavering.

Daimonji squeezed her hand tight for a moment. "I never left."

"Shouldn't you rest?"

He smiled at her concern, understanding that her strong compassion was one of the many reasons he'd fallen in love with her in the first place. "I'll rest when you're recovered."

She doesn't respond, her gaze drifting across the simple room. Daimonji rubs his thumb against her pale skin softly but the endearing action doesn't help falter the sadness overcoming her expression.

"What's wrong?" he urged.

Cosmea's eyes closed and she grimaced slightly, the action was so quick and hidden that Daimonji would've believed he had imagined it if he didn't know better. She was upset, he knew that much. He squeezed her hand in a way meant to press the answer from her.

"I don't have much time left, darling."

His world spun, his hand holding hers felt numb and he couldn't tell if he was still breathing. It felt like a nightmare. He didn't understand. He had heard her words but it wouldn't process properly. He was confident she would heal. Cosmea had to. The time they had spent together had been to fleeting.

"You'll recover, though," he reasoned, his voice a mere whisper.

She was looking at him with the patience of someone far older, willing him to understand. She didn't look scared or worried about her circumstances, just concerned for her lover. "I'm not going to recover," she explained, words enunciated, pace slow.

Daimonji shook his head, the crushing weight of the truth unbearable. She was wrong. She had to be. His lover reached out gently with her free hand and caressed his cheek before slowly removing his glasses. She set the neon green lens' down on the side of the bed and looked deeply into his eyes.

"You have to," he pleaded softly. The information finally processed his eyes welled with tears.

Cosmea smiled sadly, shaking her head and caressing his cheek once again. "You'll be okay."

A sorrowful silence glazed itself over the small room, the only thing breaking it was the soft pattering of rain beyond the window panes. Daimonji's stubbornness about the situation didn't lessen as the time passed, the demon refused to even consider the chance his lover wouldn't survive.

Beside him, tucked into heavy cotton blankets, Cosmea heaved a sigh, her chest seemingly struggling to even allow the movement. "Lover," she mumbled, beginning her sentence with one of the pet names she frequented. Daimonji stared at her rose eyes, holding back tears as his mind filled with frustration. "The doctors have told us that I have less than a few days, everyday I get weaker, every moment I can feel my energy leaving. I'm exhausted and my body aches. Please let me see you off with smiles on our faces."

Her words held the patience of an adult teaching a child, and a warmth that she had always spoken with. She was convincing and kind with her wording, only being as blunt as she would need to be to get through to him. The demon sitting in a chair beside his bedridden lover held her firm gaze in his own, studying every fleck of colour in her eyes. Eyes he had always found gorgeous. Seeing her unwavering resolve calmed the stubborn indignation that flared within his body. Daimonji allowed his feelings to relent, squeezing his lovers hand in his own once tightly before loosening his grip.

She smiled warmly at him as she realized that she'd gotten through to her hard headed partner. "I'm glad you understand," she told him.

Daimonji nodded, trying his best to return the smile she longed to see. It felt like a sad mock on his face, something he was merely plastering on to satisfy the woman he loved.

She saw through the plaster easily, shaking her head softly. "Oh, come on, lovely, Perhaps we can do something to cheer you up?"

"You're dying!" he protested, resolve crumbling.

"Everyone dies eventually," she replied calmly. Cosmea reached out again slowly, resting her hand on his warm cheek. He leaned into the touch, the pained expression on his face not leaving even as his eyes close. Daimonji inhales deeply, taking in her scent. Cosmea hummed softly as she smiled up at the demon, his eyes opening slowly.

He found himself staring intently, attempting to burn her picture into his retinas, desperately clawing at any way for her to stay in the present existence the two of them led. "I wish you didn't have to," he finally responded.

Cosmea nodded, understanding. Her breathing was ragged and she coughed a few times, her body violently shaking with the action. Concern washed over Daimonji and her helped her sit upright to ease the burden on her body. When she was done coughing, Daimonji slowly retracted his hands and she settled on her own.

"I want you to remember me pleasurably my love," she mumbled, averting her eyes bashfully. Her cheeks were tinted pink as her words echoed around the room.

His look of forlorn longing snapped away as his lovers words registered properly. He blinked a few times, threading fingers through his white hair in embarrassment and confusion. "How do you mean?" he inquired.

Cosmea looked up at her demon with desire swirling in the depths of her rosey pink irises. "Daimonji..."

Within the swirl of emotions he was feeling, lust was not something he expected to have to put focus on. His lovers behavior was intoxicating and although he felt an unending misery at the current situation, he was willing to set those feelings aside for her. He nodded, leaning in closer and pressing a kiss to the angel's lips. As she returned the affection, Daimonji realized her lips moved in a weak and strenuous way. It was as though the very action was sucking the life from her frail body. He paused in the gentle kiss, pulling away and staring with a concerned expression.

"It's okay," Cosmea reassured. "I'd prefer you take it all the way, even if it uses all the time I have left."

Daimonji didn't respond. He didn't think he could properly manage to. Her words felt oddly sharp despite the gentle tone. Stifling a sigh and the complicated emotions in his head he gave in to the deepening desire of just wishing to be close to Cosmea. Just wishing to be near her in any way. If 'any way' meant they would have sex on her death bed then perhaps that's all there was to it.

He leaned in again, kissing her softly. His hand slipped behind her neck to cradle her head and give her support. She kissed back in the same manner as before, a far cry from the passionate nature he was used to. His lips moved to the corner of her mouth before peppering down her face to the crooks of her neck. He gently lapped at sensitive skin, eliciting quiet, wispy moans.

He felt another pang of sadness as he realized her normally loud voice had not the strength to be any higher then what it was already. He sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to push away, to just, let go of whatever fantasy this was to them and just hold her. His free hand moved underneath the skirt of her bedding robes, gently dancing his fingertips up her soft thighs. He felt a frail, thin hand rest itself on the back of his head, gently holding him in place.

Making her soft skin a work of delicate art, Daimonji sucked light red bruises into her skin. She squirmed at his methodical touch, breathy moans slipping out as his tongue swirled around her skin. He kissed her gently, the way he knew she liked, as his hand finally made its way between her legs.

As his fingers slipped underneath the cotton panties between her legs, she let out another weak moan. His fingers found their way to her sensitive clit easily and he rubbed it in small circles hesitantly. As more mewling escaped her, Daimonji became acutely aware of the underlying pain in her voice. He fought off the urges to cease his movements and prevailed, fingers slick with her juices.

"Does it feel okay?" he asked, speeding up the gentle movements on her clit.

Cosmea's gentle nod was accompanied by more whimpering, her short breaths making her chest rise and fall haggardly. Daimonji nodded drawing her closer to whatever it was she needed to feel. He watched her desperate attempts at showing her affection, The frail movements of her hips barely visible due to how small they were. The underlying pain and exhaustion in her voice was near all it was as he continued to focus just on her and he could feel the tears well in his eyes once again.

He longed for his goggles to hide his emotions from his wife but she would never allow it, and Daimonji knew that for a fact. Despite the inner turmoil digging holes in his stomach he Could feel the tightness of his clothes and the heat of the environment surrounding him. He skillfully kept his face hidden, keeping it tucked gently between the angel's shoulder and neck, kissing the skin softly as he heaved the rest of his body up onto the bed Cosmea rested on. His Hands fuddled with the fly of his pants, pulling the clothing down and releasing his arousal.

Cosmea's hands moved to her skirt, pulling it above her waist and revealing her panties. He helped her out of them softly, using only his hands to feel his way through the process. Cosmea didn't push for eye contact or for him to study her form as he slid off his boxers and reluctantly lined up his manhood with her. Daimonji pushed inside slowly, careful not to force her body to convulse. He felt her walls wrap around him, the warm feeling spreading through him as they connected on a deeper level. Gently he rutted his hips into hers. Her breathy moans mixed with short painful yelps that wrenched at the demon's heart. She tugged softly at his hair, pulling his face towards hers so she could kiss him, the small frail noises escaping her filling his core.

They kissed as passionately as she could manage, the warmth they felt just being in each other's company enough to encourage them to keep going. Daimonji pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on hers as she panted weakly. Every moment that went by he could tell her energy was leaving her. Desperately he felt himself slow to a stop and make to pull out, to end the wasteful use of her time, but Cosmea gently pulled on his shirt with weak hands.

"You can't," she said in between pained gasps for breaths. "I want this, I need you."

Daimonji felt tears slip from his eyes and down his cheeks, he shook his head rapidly, rejecting the notion. "I can't."

Cosmea's half lidded rose eyes only had the energy to look at him lustfully. "Daimonji, please," she whimpered out her plea.

The demon considered the options carefully, meeting her gaze as he felt himself cry freely about the circumstances. Giving into his lover's desires, he slowly began moving his hips into her again. The pained moans she'd since stopped picked up again in a sad chorus as it mixed in with his sorrowful cries.

As the desperation on her face deepened and her moans became more frequent but weaker Daimonji began to sob. He could tell from her reactions that she was nearing her climax but he also could tell that that may be all she had left in her. Cosmea's thin hand reached out to him and she caressed his face lovingly as she moaned, wiping tears from his cheeks.

"It's okay, my love, we will always be connected and I will always be with you."

Her reassurance only made him cry harder. He felt pathetic carrying on but he knew he couldn't stop. For her. Only for her. He pumped into her a few more times before he noticed the quiet whimpers escalate in a louder chorus. Her body tensed around him, squeezing down on him in a way that made him shudder. Daimonji sobbed as he felt her body relax, his strokes became faster as he gave in to his own desires. The limp body below him still holding him warmly within.

He couldn't tell if she had passed out from exhaustion or if the energy consumption their connection had used had sapped the rest of her strength. He felt himself twitch inside of her as he continued his steady thrusts. Finally after a few more, his warm seed shot deep inside of her.

Loud sobs left his mouth as he pulled out of her. Her breathing was shallow and inconsistent and Daimonji miserably cleaned up everything as best he could before covering her back up in heavy cotton blankets. He would await the time she next woke up but deep down he knew that his lover would remain asleep from this moment on, and with that deep knowledge, he wept for a very long time.

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Envi's tight hold on Artamos was worrying. He'd been approached out of the blue and with little context; the demon had not only tied him up but effectively kidnapped him from his castle. The rabbit lord protested all the while, struggling against the tight rope around his limbs. They had been travelling for quite some time and he could recognize his surroundings as Ne-no-Kuni.

The once dark, starry sky was overcast and rain drizzled from thick miserable clouds. Satanick's large castle loomed in the distance, sending a shiver of dread through Artamos' entire form. He wasn't particularly fond of the vulgar devil. His advances ignored the rabbit lords boundaries on near every occasion and seeing as how he was currently very tied up, he could only guess that it was going to be one of those types of occasions.

Travel felt unbearably long, and by the time Envi had made it to Satanick's bedroom quarters, Artamos could've sworn he was rope burned from how tight he had been tied. In one swift motion he found the door swung open and the thick ropes along his torso undone. Envi's strong hands hoisted him up easily and before he knew it, he was soaring through the air like a balled up sheet of paper.

"Hey! What the hell is this? What do you think your doing?" Artamos exclaimed as his body collided with a soft mattress. Beneath him he could feel the telltale presses of a body but the thick, luxurious blankets covering whoever they belonged to masked the feeling almost entirely. His head turned on a swivel as he examined his surroundings in a panic.

The bedding and room were dark and gloomy, the only glimpses of brighter shades were dozens of rabbit plushies all in white, chaotically thrown on the bed. Beneath the array, the devil of Ne-no-Kuni peaked out, there were large bags under his dark eyes and he stared, mouth agape, back at the rabbit lord before him.

"Ah, Artamos..." Satanick mumbled, his tone far from the usual jovial and carefree.

"Oh god, what's wrong with you?" he replied, forgetting the rough throw he had been the victim of seconds prior. He sat on his knees at the very end of the bed, studying his creator with concern. "Are you sick or something?"

Envi's shoes clicked against the floor as he approached the bed, watching the two placidly. The rabbit lord spared a glance in the direction of the subordinate to see if either of them would reply. Satanick let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Yeah. Certainly a sickness," he responded finally, a smile of the same sarcastic nature crossing his face.

Artamos frowned, not quite understanding the circumstances. He shifted uncomfortably, still watching the devil in concern. Was he alright or not? Was he supposed to do something about any of this? He didn't really get it.

"I beg of you..." the devil groaned, voice wavering as if he'd been shot. "Please sleep with my maladied self... Just today is enough."

The concern on Artamos' face fled in an instant and he groaned audibly, rolling his eyes. "Are you serious? No way!" His voice echoed loudly around the room.

Satanick's eyes filled with despair and welled with the tears of a pathetic man. "Pleeeease," he whined, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in rapid succession.

The rabbit could hardly believe his eyes, his creator, a Devil, was sobbing all because he wouldn't be treated like some weird hookup. "No!" he exclaimed in dismay.

Satanick sobbed loudly, letting out a dramatic wail. The Rabbit Lord cringed at the outburst. Seriously, just how theatrical was this guy? "I beg youuu..." he cried.

Suddenly, the air became thick with tension and murderous intent. A cold, sharp point gently prodded Artamos' neck and he felt his blood run cold. Dubiously, he glanced over his shoulder to see Envi glowering over him, a jagged, sharp sword pointed directly at him. The quiet demon's eyes narrowed and he thrust the blade closer. He felt beads of sweat form at the top of his forehead as he met the gaze of the subordinate.

"You heard him," Envi threatened, the thick tension not lessening. All the while, Satanick blubbered in the background still begging to get into Artamos' pants.

Artamos paused, his lips parting in a way that made it look like he would respond, but no words fell out. After a few moments where all three of them stewed in the bloodlust, the Rabbit Lord relented, heaving a loud sigh. "Fine, fine..." he grumbled.

Near immediate, Satanick's blubbering ceased. He outstretched his arms with a gleeful 'yay' and wrapped them around Artamos' neck tightly, pulling him into the bed. Envi retreated, slowly returning his long sword back to its sheathe. As Satanick attempted to drown him in teary kisses, Artamos watched the subordinate excuse himself from the bedroom.

Satanick's kisses were persistent, pecking all over his face happily. The Rabbit Lord glared at the flurry of movements. "Aren't you supposed to be sad?" He snapped.

The Devil slowed his onslaught and Artamos watched his emotions change once again to something miserable and pathetic. Satanick began wailing miserably again, choking on his own sobs.

"Ah, actually this is worse, can you-"

Satanick's wail grew louder in pitch, cutting Artamos off effectively. He stared at the wretched mess of a Devil before him. Another exasperated sigh left his mouth and he rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"How can I cheer you up?" he asked in annoyance.

The Devil only sobbed inconsolably as a response.

Rolling his eyes at the theatrics, Artamos pulled away from his tight hold and crawled on top of him angrily. He glared down at the sobbing disaster as he straddled Satanick's hips. The crying quieted as the situation seemed to dawn on him, but tears still streamed down his cheeks.

Artamos grumbled under his breath as he leaned down towards the Devil's face. He pressed his lips hesitantly to the wailing Devil's and momentarily the sobbing became muffled underneath the weight of the Rabbit Lord. After a few moments of dispassion from either side, Satanick wrapped his arms tightly around him again holding him in place. Seeing no other choice, the rabbit lord deepened the kiss. Satanick was rather passive as Artamos snuck his tongue past the Devil's lips. He entangled the two muscles skillfully, regarding the exchange as a necessary misfortune to be able to go home.

Artamos found the intricate dance between their tongues quick paced and strenuous. The Devil beneath him was still shuddering from the dramatic sobs that threatened to erupt from his mouth if he pulled away. The thought encouraged him to continue the kiss, and as his lips worked sensually on Satanick's, he sucked the others' tongue into his mouth. The shuddering beneath him slowed very quickly as Artamos tasted the saliva mix in his mouth.

Out of breath and dizzy, the rabbit lord attempted to break their kiss, but he he found himself held firmly in place still. As his kisses weakened and he grew light headed, Satanick worked his lips seductively, to the point Artamos felt like he was drowning. He struggled to push away weakly as the lack of air made him weak.

"Need air," he whimpered, managing to break away for just a second.

Satanick whined sadly, relinquishing his grip around the others torso. Artamos quickly pulled free, panting desperately for air. He looks down at the Devil below him, his eyes are puffy and red still but he seems more relaxed, content even. Artamos pushes a long strand of white hair from his face, and studying the Devil's defined features.

As much as he loathed Satanick, he would admit that he could be handsome and charming, and if it weren't for his incessant whining and perverted nature, Artamos could see himself giving in more often to the Devil's woeful pleas. As he pondered the thought, he could feel Satanick's body slowly beginning to shudder as he began whining and crying again.

An exasperated and annoyed sigh slipped from the rabbit lord's lips. "Oh, give me a break!" he exclaimed.

Satanick sobbed in response, his dramatic cry echoing around his lavish bedroom.

Artamos rolled his eyes before placing his hands around the Devil's collar and began working feverishly at the buttons fastening it closed. He glared the whole while, scrutinizing the stupid, horny idiot, who remained allowing fat tears to slide down his cheeks. The Rabbit Lord finished undoing the last button before helping Satanick out of his shirt. Even as things got a little more heated, the devil remained crying dramatically and Artamos continuously huffed out sighs.

His white robes were removed from his person, and discarded to the floor next to the bed. Satanick, to busy sobbing to notice the exposed soft skin of the rabbit above him, splayed his arms to the side loosely as he cried. The rabbit lord bit his tongue at the sorry state of his creator, and leaned down again, burying his face into the crook of the Devil's neck. Tentatively, he opened his mouth and poked his tongue out, allowing it to glide around the sensitive skin residing there. Satanick's sobs hitched in his throat as he felt the hesitant movements of a cautious tongue. Feeling the Devil's head tilt to the side to give him more room to work with, he moved more confidently. His teeth buried themself into his sensitive skin teasingly, and Satanick whined in response.

Artamos peppered his skin with soft kisses down his chest toward his pant line. The rabbit felt his hand gently move to atop his head, tousling his soft, long ears. His face flushed and he shifted his weight, leaning into the gentle touch. He felt his breath quicken as his eyes glazed over from the small spouts of pleasure brought from the gentle actions. Satanick pushed his head further down.

The Rabbit Lord frowned at the gesture but complied willingly, helping the Devil out of his trousers and noticing the large bulge remaining hidden by his boxers. Artamos had, of course, seen it before on the many other occasions he'd been coerced into comforting Satanick, but the size of the Devil's cock remained a shock every time.

His hand wavered at the edge of the Devil's boxers, hesitant. The stifled cries from his miserable, shaky form began to bubble up again at the Rabbit Lord's shyness. He held back an annoyed groan and threw his embarrassment aside, pulling down Satanick's boxers and allowing his member to spring free. Artamos' hand slowly grasped his cock, enclosing his hand around the firm member.

"Can you use your mouth?" Satanick whined before he even had a chance to began moving his hand.

"Are you serious?" Artamos exclaimed, voice shrill.

"puh-leaseeee," he wailed.

If there was a wall behind his head, Artamos would've been banging his head into it violently. "You're so annoying!" he shouted.

Satanick caterwauled. "Artamoooos."

"Holy fuck, fine!" The Rabbit Lord, dipped his head with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. His lips parted and he swirled his tongue around the tip of Satanick's cock.

The Devil sucked in a sharp breath as Artamos brought his cock deeper into the wet depths of his mouth. He gently bobbed his head, wrapping his soft lips around his cock. The tip of it hit the back of his throat repeatedly, the taste of precum spreading around his mouth. The salty, bitterness of his member was intoxicating and he felt himself short of breath quickly. Artamos lifted his head, parting his lips to release his tight grip on the Devil's cock so he could breath, but before he could, he felt Satanick's hand thread through his long white hair and shove his head back down. Tears beaded in the corners of Artamos' eyes as his cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged on its length, pushing his head up with all of his strength to escape, but Satanick's grip never loosened.

All the while the disgusting pervert continued to cry. Artamos gave in to the forceful pushes and worked with his movements. His body once again screamed for air, but unable to once again, he continued bobbing his head, stimulating whatever he could with subtle movements of his tongue.

He felt Satanick's hands move to his soft ears and move rhythmically against the sensitive skin. The Devil bucked his hips up into Artamos' mouth, forcing him to take his cock deeper. The rabbit lord heard his voice slip out as the movements on his ears became the only thing spurring him forward, the gentle nature adding to his pleasure. With one last hard shove down, Artamos felt Satanick's large cock penetrate at the base of his throat before a warm, salty, viscous liquid slide down his throat and bubble up at the corners of his mouth. His creator finally loosened his grip and Artamos escaped his grasp quickly, spitting out whatever he could as he gasped for breath.

"Are we done?" Artamos snapped.

The Devil made eye contact for a moment and his lustful eyes filled with tears again. "You're so mean to meeee."

Groaning audibly, Artamos shuffled his own boxers down, allowing his half-hard cock free from its confines. He picked himself up onto his knees and hovered over Satanick as he lined himself up properly.

"Will this make you stop crying?" he asked.

Satanick nodded as more tears slipped down his cheeks. Shaking his head in annoyance he lowered himself slowly onto the Devil. As the large tip slid into his entrance, he bit his lower lip. The large member felt like it was tearing him apart cruelly and it forced him to slow down so he could adjust. The Devil below him, gently caressed both of his ears, rubbing the soft fur lining them. Artamos felt his knees weaken at the gesture.

"Ngh, w-wait," he pleaded, but his creator did no such thing, instead, running his fingers along more of the sensitive flesh.

Artamos' strength faltered and he felt himself lose balance, the Devil's cock plunging up inside him all at once. The Rabbit Lord yelped in shock as he felt his ass tear viciously. Satanick froze in place, realizing his mistake and apologized miserably. Artamos didn't say a word to his creator, instead allowing the pain spiking through him to ease as he adjusted. The size of the Devil's cock was impossibly large and he felt as if the full feeling within him would tear him apart.

Whisking in a deep breath, he slowly began moving, lifting his hips up and then lowering them down as to test the waters. Pleasure coursed through him, numbing the pain. He felt himself beginning to pant, gentle whimpers mixing with the wet squelching sound and skin slapping skin as he picked up his pace. Satanick pushed his hips into the Rabbit Lord at the same pace, forcing him to feel his length even deeper.

Artamos watched as Satanick's cries melted into a crescendo of moans and the rate at which he moved was much faster. Artamos yelped as he felt the pace speed up and he moaned rhythmically to the thrusts.

"Is it good?" Artamos asked between moaning breaths. "Does it satisfy you?"

Satanick's hips snapped, embedding his member deeply into the rabbit. Artamos moaned showily for him, feeling his body melt into the mind-numbing pleasure. He could feel a large knot begin to tie itself tighter within him, spurring on more erratic movements from his hips. His body leaned forward, overtop of the Devil. Willingly, he caught Satanick's lips with his own, passionately kissing him as his pleasure erupted from within him, coating them both in the white, sticky liquid.

Satanick kissed him back, smoothing fur on his ears between his fingers as he continued to thrust into him. Artamos continued to moan loudly at the aggressive thrusts. The Devil's quick movements became harder to predict, adding to the ecstasy in Artamos gut. They both let out a long, quivering moan as more hot, thick seed spread into the Rabbit Lord's insides.

Both of them panting, Satanick assisted him up off his softening cock and wrapped his arms tightly around Artamos. The rabbit wriggled out of his grasp weakly, pushing him away with quick, small slaps. "Get off me! You only wanted to fuck, I'm not cuddling you."

Satanick frowned at the outburst and for a moment, Artamos thought he would have to deal with another onslaught of tears, but instead the Devil only nodded dejectedly and pulled the fluffed up covers over him.

For a moment, the Rabbit Lord watched with scrutiny, but when he realized the actions came from a genuine sadness he sighed reluctantly and pulled himself close to his creator. "For tonight," he informed. The Devil didn't respond, simply settled into Artamos' embrace.

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"Are you kidding me? No, we can't do that here," Taffy asserted, walking at a brisk pace down the hallway. He had to get to class.

The student beside him kept up with him easily. "Please?" he prodded, grabbing onto Taffy's wrist.

Taffy slowed at the soft tug, glancing at the young man. "Can't you take no for an answer? The bell rang. I have a class to get to."

"But, I'm begging you. I'll be so quick," the student persisted. They both were already quite late to whatever class they had next, and not a single other student loitered in the halls.

Taffy glared at him for a moment before yanking his arm out of the others' grasp and speeding up towards the flight of stairs he had to go down. "I don't care how quick you'll be, I'm not interested right now." Olive would be so proud of him for being able to set a strong boundary. He heard the steps of the persistent student slow and he smiled to himself in silent victory. He'd said no! It was his first time properly setting a boundary.

As he began his descent down the tall flight of stairs in the academy, he was far to occupied with celebrating his success that he didn't hear the rush of steps behind him. Hands roughly made contact with the middle of his back, shoving him forwards. Unexpecting, he let out a short yelp before losing his balance and cascading down the hard stone steps in a flurry of arms and legs. As he landed heavily at the bottom, his head spun. He could feel himself bleeding in several places and his eyes couldn't quite focus on what was in front of him.

He could hear the heavy steps of the young man who'd shoved him following him down the steps on two feet. "Sorry!" he exclaimed. His voice sounded genuine and Taffy could make out vague hand motions that accentuated the apology. When he reached Taffy he extended a hand to help him up.

"It was on purpose though?" he questioned slowly, his voice running from his mouth in a low, pained groan.

There was silence for a moment and Taffy slowly began regaining his vision. The guy standing beside him dropped his hand with an angry huff. "You weren't listening to me begging you, what was I supposed to do!" he shouted.

"I..." Taffy began, but found that his words wouldn't come out of his mouth at all. He didn't want to deal with this guy.

"Everyone always says that if I beg you enough, you'll let me empty a few loads into you, but you're being such a bitch about it!"

Taffy's head reeled from the onslaught of his loud voice. "Stop it..." he mumbled so quiet it nearly didn't come out at all.

Nonetheless, the student before him heard his words. Something about his facial features snapped and he glared viciously at the blonde, still crumpled on the floor. Taffy let out a hefty grunt as a steel-toed boot connected to his side. Pain spread through his abdomen and he coughed. Taffy went to plead for the violence to stop but the student didn't relent, kicking into his chest and stomach over and over until the blonde coughed up blood.

His vision spotty, he wept as the violence continued. His cough left the taste of blood in his mouth and he could tell that with teachers and students preoccupied with classes, no one was coming to save him. A firm hand dug into his hair, yanking his head up off the floor so hard her thought his scalp would tear. The long ponytail securing everything neatly together had long come loose from the abuse he was enduring.

"Gonna give me what I want?" he asked threateningly.

Taffy nodded hesitantly, unable to speak from the shock of the whole situation.

The student didn't say another word as he forced Taffy to his feet, forcibly dragging the blonde behind him. He didn't say a word as he was led to the nearest storage closet, the young man shoving him in roughly. The door shut with a soft click and dread bubbled up within Taffy's chest. The small room had been cleared out since the last time he had found himself in such a compromising situation and the barren steel shelves fixed to the walls had long ropes hanging from them. The most concerning aspect about the small space, however, as the fact that they weren't alone.

Taffy stumbled into the middle of the room, nearly tripping over his own feet in surprise. He felt meek in the presence of the five other students crowding the room. It felt claustrophobic and dangerous and he fell into his own deepening pit of despair as he watched the student that had dragged him here, lock the only exit.

"Um, I thought, it was just you?" he stammered out, absentmindedly wiping the blood from his still bleeding nose away.

"Come on, Taffy. This was long overdue. We've all been using you for months now. It was only a matter of time," one of the young men said, coming up behind the blonde.

Taffy cast a quick glance over his shoulder as he felt strong hands grasp onto his shoulders. "I don't want this," he pleaded, begging for any shred of mercy. Laughs erupted from the students in the storage closet.

Taffy felt his cheeks burn as if he'd just said something stupid and regrettable. Their laughter buried into his eardrums. He felt as if he was drowning within the thick noise, his anxiety entrenching him as none of his classmates allowed him to leave. The grip on his shoulders forced him down to his knees and he felt the others approach him as well.

One leaned down close to his face and studied him as if he were a small animal. A smirk was plastered to his face as he reached out and grabbed the blonde's chin, yanking his face forward. "Are you gonna behave for us?" he asked. The eye contact was intense and Taffy felt himself doing everything in his power to avoid having to submit, and although the situation was near horrific for him, there were the beginning prickles of excitement and anticipation. The others face was drawn in close, studying the blonde's reddened cheeks and darting gaze.

Taffy gathered the spit in his mouth defiantly before launching it at the students face. A cacophony of voices crowded the small space, mocking the student that stood blinking in disbelief before him. The unchanging look on his face, melted into that of anger as he furiously wiped the spit from his nose and cheeks. Taffy scrambled back as his chin was released, trying to put some distance in between him and the leader of the large group of students, only to bump into another's legs. More hands grasped at him, holding him still as the student he'd spat on closed the difference. His hand drew back before cutting through the air. A crisp, loud sound of skin on skin contact clearly silenced everyone. Taffy yelped from the sudden pain, the cheek that had been slapped stinging red from the sudden slap.

He felt a hand burry into his tangled blonde hair, yanking him forward and forcing him to lie down on his stomach. He felt a heavy boot pin him down as he yelped and squirmed for freedom. "We'll just take what we want then, since you can't fucking behave," he told Taffy. Hands grabbed at the hem of his uniform pants and he felt them begin to slide it down his legs impatiently. Taffy kicked his legs in panic, attempting to fight off his five classmates.

He thrashed as they ripped away his clothing, making quick work of the fabric that presented as his only protection. Cold air hit his vulnerable skin and he begged and pleaded messily as they removed his boxers from him as well. He whined in humiliation as thick ropes were tied to his limbs, securing him so he couldn't move very far.

As they finally finished securing Taffy as their shared prey, forcing him up onto his knees, another messy chorus of laughs resounded around the claustrophobic storage closet as they all focused their gaze on the blonde's evident erection.

"Are you looking forward to it that much?" one of them asked, reaching a booted foot out and gently prodding his cock.

Taffy felt his cheeks darken again from shame. His eyes burned with the anticipation of the tears beginning to well in the corners of his eyes.

"Look at this dumb bitch!" one of them shout, pointing at his embarrassed face. Desperately, he tried to cover his eyes from his classmates stares, but to no avail. The humiliation pricked deep within him and he felt his body shover with the anticipation of what was to come. Tears leaked from his eyes miserably as he watched the young men undo their belts and drop their pants, discarding them into the corners of the room.

The one who had seemingly planned for all of this, stepped closer again thrusting his half-hard cock near Taffy's face. The tip of it prodded at his lips, forcing his own tears into the cracks of his own mouth. At his hesitance to comply with the forward request of the student before him, he felt a hand bury into his hair again. His head was yanked up ruthlessly and as he let out a yelp, he found his voice muffled near immediately.

"Don't even think about biting it!" he exclaimed, a cocky laugh escaping his lips.

Taffy stifled his sobs, and tentatively worked his tongue against the students length. Loud murmurs filled the space up again as Taffy complied with his classmates demands. He felt the cock in his mouth grow in size, the tip hitting the back of his throat. He forced himself steady, turning over the shameful resolve to ride the experience through and try to forget about it all afterwards.

The hand buried in his hair began forcibly, moving his head along the length of his classmates' member. Taffy groaned as he felt himself gag around it as the movements got rougher. He could barely breathe with his mouth so full. His wrists struggled against the tight restraints as he tried to pull away. The other student's laughter echoed around him. Tears streaked down his cheeks, mixing into the saliva dripping down his chin. His classmate's movements became hungrier, and Taffy continuously felt himself choking on the shaft down his throat as he was forced to take it all the way in. His classmate's free hand reached down and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him in closer to be able to fuck into him easier. His fingers squeezed down and Taffy could feel the sensation of the other's cock thrusting in and out of him.

The young man grunted and his thrusts became irregular. Taffy groaned as his body struggled to take in the necessary oxygen. The janitors closet was quiet other than the soft slapping of skin and muffled groans from the display at the center. Everyone seemed to wait with baited breaths as Taffy's classmate buried his cock deep into his throat a final time before cumming sticky, white fluid. It overflowed his throat, bubbling back up around the guy's cock and out Taffy's mouth.

"God, gross!" a few of them exclaimed.

"He can't even take it all?" another asked.

The fluid dripped down Taffy's chin, mixing with the saliva and tears. He felt dirty unable to even wipe the mess from his face. He hung his head as his assailant finally removed his cock from Taffy's throat. "I could've been nicer about it, but it seems you enjoyed it either way," he hummed, gesturing to the blonde's lasting erection. More laughs echoed around him, the shame barely prickled anymore.

"I'm next," a few said in unison, and all of them closed in more. They forced him so that his ass was up in the air, his restraints pulling back his arms so that his face was pressed into the dirty floor. He felt a pair of hands spread his legs apart further, pushing at his ass to reveal his hole.

He felt more tears stream from his eyes. "P-please, anywhere else, I don't want to," he begged pathetically.

There was a pause before more laughter engulfed him. A hand brushed against his pathetic twitching length before grasping it and stroking it softly. "Your enjoying this too, though?" one stated, his voice sounding like a question.

Everyone knew it wasn't.

"Nngh, but, ah-"

He couldn't manage to get out any other words as he felt the same hand stroke him faster, milking precum from his member. The anticipation prickled inside his gut.

"See?" the hand released his cock. He huffed alongside his pathetic sobs as he felt the pair of hands spread his ass again. He felt something hot and firm prod at his hole and braced himself. Taffy yelped as he felt one of them tear into him. His back bent, forcing his face harder into the ground. The pressure on his face was enough for his nosebleed to come back. He could feel the warm blood mix into the liquids already staining his face, the metallic taste filling his mouth.

Deep, steady thrusts rocked his frame, and he whined with every movement. Another one of his classmates circled around him and he felt another had bury into his hair. His head yanked up and he felt another tip poking intrusively at his lips. He sobbed as his lips parted, and Taffy willingly engulfed the shaft with his mouth.

His body ached as he was thrusted into at both ends, his shoulders wrenching against the restraints. Forced to balance, he whined as he choked on the length buried deep in his throat. The thrusts deep into his ass forced out a soft moan as the pace became rougher, forcing his head to bob the others length deeper. His head swirled from the scent of sex and the pleasure beginning to course through him. Moans escaped around the cock in his throat and the student thrusting deep into his mouth groaned in response.

He felt a hand grasp onto his own shaft ad gently stroke it, while two hands began squeezing and flicking his sensitive nipples. The pleasure coursing over every possible place sent him into a moaning mess, eagerly doing his best to swirl his tongue around the cock in his mouth.

"Man, he's really into it now."

"Like a dumb bitch in heat."

"He's even moving his hips."

The voices mocking him only made him prickle with more desire, and he did his best to please both people thrusting into him. Both students movements became sloppy within him as he enthusiastically moved his hips and bobbed his head. His moans leaked out and filled the room along with the harsh slapping of skin.

Taffy's body jerked as he felt cum spurt into him on both ends, his shoulders wrenching even further. Both buried their lengths into him as their loads completely emptied, the fluids dripping from either hole respectively as they pulled out. The hot sensation of cum dripping down his thighs and chin filled him with lust and he felt the carnal urge to stick his ass into the air for his classmates. He didn't care that it was wrong anymore, they had kept him on the edge long enough.

The hands on his nipples and shaft teased with him slowly as he felt the rope on his arms loosen. The sudden freedom sent him tumbling face first into the tile floor. He groaned and tentatively used his arms to hoist himself back up taking in his surroundings once more.

All but one of his classmates loomed over him, the odd one out was sitting down behind him, motioning at his lap. Taffy stared at it, his tears still staining his cheeks. He went to shake his head no but more mocking laughter surrounded him and two sets of strong hands grabbed his thighs and hoisted him up.

"Wait, stop, stop it!" he cried, thrashing in their grasps.

"Oh, chill out," one of them said.

The student sitting grabbed his small waist and helped the other two position Taffy over his large cock. He struggled fruitlessly against their strong grasp until the last moment. His mouth opened to beg and plead for any mercy, but before he could utter a syllable, a deep moan escaped his lips. The large cock stuffed him completely full, tearing any shred of dignity he had vowed to hold on to.

His moans grew louder as the student beneath him began to forcibly move Taffy's hips along his shaft. The other students closed in once again, forcing their cocks into his hands and thrusting into his grip. Another cock poked at his lips and he felt his mouth open quickly to take in the mas length.

Pleasure coursed through every single inch of him. His dignity was long gone. He'd try to pick up those pieces another time.

"Look it, the whore's moving his hips all on his own!"

Taffy felt the words prickle into him, and it drove him clean over the edge. His climax crashed over him in strong waves and he tensed up all over. His classmate beneath him continued to buck his hips up into him quickly even as Taffy painted his own abdomen in cum. He moaned wildly at the intense pleasure coursing through him and he felt more hot cum fill his throat. He didn't even care about the choking sensation anymore.

Closely after two more hot streams of semen splattered onto Taffy, staining more of his torso with the sticky fluid. The feeling of it on his skin only made him moan more. Mocking shouts and laughs filled the closet as his classmates watched the last student fuck into him animalistically. The rough movements escalated and he felt himself pinned onto the ground suddenly. His face buried into the tile as a hand kept him plastered there, pulling his hair anytime he tried to get away for a moment.

He cried from the pleasure engulfing him, his moans drowning out all the snickers from anyone else. Finally, he felt his classmate begin to thrust into him messily, and soon after another coating of semen painted his insides' walls. Twitching, and out of breath, Taffy laid there, moaning softly.

His classmates picked up their clothing and dressed themselves. "What should we do about him?"

"Just leave him, someone will be by to use him soon probably."

"Yeah, like that freak, Fumus?"

there was laughter as they left the janitors closet, leaving Taffy alone in the empty room.

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"M-moon prism- ugh, I'm not saying this shit!" Ivlis shouted, kicking at the large demon cat near his feet.

"If you don't, Satanick will get away!" Sataneko said, in his obnoxious voice.

"Who cares?" he yelled, frustrated at the prodding of some dumb, overly round cat. He wasn't going to chant some stupid saying to turn into some magical girl and save the day. If that Devil was leaving the flame realm, then good riddance.

"I know what your thinking Ivlis, but Satanick wouldn't be so quick to leave. He's going to destroy your dimension and steal you away!"

Ivlis glared into the smoldering horizon where the Devil had flown off. "F-fine, but I'm only saying this stupid thing once, got it?" The tips of his hairs burned crimson as he huffed out the proclamation. His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he stifled it down long enough to burn the resolve into him. "Moon Prism Power, Make Up!" He shouted to the fiery depths of his dimension.

Hot swirling air engulfed him as flames danced in the air. Burning ash flickered, staining the air orange as his clothes transform into a black dress with a short skirt and thigh-high boots. As the flame and hot air settled down, Ivlis looked down at his own body.

He shrieked but the high pitch voice that escaped his mouth only made him shriek louder. He had fully transformed into a woman.

"What did you do to me!" Ivlin yelled.

Sataneko chuckled. "You're a magical girl, silly!" the cat responded.

"Turn me back!" she shouted, launching herself towards the dumb cat at fault.

"Oopsie," he mewed, darting away from her grasp and forcing her to fall on her stomach. "I can't turn you back!"

"The fuck do you mean 'can't turn me back?'" Ivlin shouted.

"You have to defeat the bad guy!" Sataneko explained, purposely pitching his mewls extra high to get on her nerves.

Ivlin pulled at her suddenly longer hair in frustration. "This is so dumb!" Huffing, she stood back up, brushing off the ash from her skirt before kicking her crescent moon staff back into her hands. "Fine! I'll find that stupid devil, and I'll tear him to shreds!"

"You'll do what to me?" a charming voice asked, as a pale hand grabbed her waist gently.

Ivlin felt a chill run down her spine. "B-but you flew the..." her voice trailed off in confusion.

"Other way?" Satanick finished, twirling Ivlin around to face him. He pulled her in close squishing her to his chest. His scent filled her nostrils, the sickly sweet smell dripping off him. So sophisticated for someone so vile.

"Eep, my cue to skedaddle!" Sataneko mewled, dashing off into a poof of purple smoke and sparkles.

"Wait, take me with youu," Ivlin whined.

"But you just got here," Satanick cooed charmingly.

Ivlin writhed in his tight grip, managing to break free from is grip after a few moments. She brandished her pole valiantly, making a show of herself as she powered up a magical blast.

Satanick sighed. "Can't have you doing that," he mumbled simply. His speed was quicker than she could make out, and in a flash he was behind her once again, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to point the powerful blast of magic straight at her own castle.

"Ah, wait! Wait!" she shouted, trying desperately to stop the power up she'd started.

"Don't tell me you really don't know how to stop this thing," the Devil commented in amusement. Ivlin grunted in frustration as she gave up on trying to stop it, and rather tried wrestling away from his grip. "Did you really think you could defeat me, when you can't even control your magic? That entire spire in your castle is gonna get blown to bits if you don't stop."

"Let me go!" She shouted, panicked.

"You just tried to magic blast my head off," Satanick pointed out in disbelief.

"Please!" Ivlin thrashed, desperately trying to escape Satanick's grasp.

"Seems like it might be too late." The devil let go of her just as the blast shot off from her staff. Due to her thrashing it just narrowly passed the castle spire and shoot off into the distance.

She felt her body relax for a moment and a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding finally released itself. In her moment of relief, Satanick grabbed her staffed and yanked it from her grasp.

Cartoonishly she chased after it, jumping up and down to try to retrieve it while he held it over her head. "I don't think you need this," he told her, throwing it into the distance and grabbing onto her again.

"Let go of me!!" she ordered, writhing in his grip fruitlessly. Did he let her go the first time? Why was she so weak?

He chuckled, snaking his one free hand up between their bodies and groping her chest firmly. Her large breast ached as he squeezed down on it and she winced. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes as he moved he continuously gripped her breast. She yelped as Satanick threw her onto the ashen ground and pinned her from above. Her wrists trapped beneath just one of his large hands, he used his free one to rip away the thin fabric dress serving as protection.

"Stop it! This is vile!!" she shouted.

"You won't think that for much longer, don't worry," Satanick reassured, brushing a slender finger against her nipple.

Ivlin bit her lip, her face scrunching up as he flicked gently at it. "T-that's not what I-I'm- ah- worried- ngh, s-stop it!"

Satanick watched her intently as he gently pinched her nipple. "Your pretty sensitive here, huh?" he asked, pulling at the sensitive bud between his fingers.

"Ngh, ah, no! Get lost!"

He laughed, pulling at it harder. Her whines turned into screams as she desperately raised her chest up to lessen the pull. Satanick hummed, watching her writhe sadistically as he let the nipple go. Continuing his thoughtful touch, he pinched at the other one and pulled on it the same.

"S-stop it!!" Ivlin screamed, tears beading down her cheeks as she cried out in loud moans.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his tone excited.

"Go to hell!" Ivlin spat.

Satanick sighed. He snapped his fingers and Ivlin found her wrists engulfed in a weird slimy magic that kept her bound. The Devil gripped both of her nipples in each of his hands and pulled up, rubbing the sensitive buds all the while.

Moans ripped from her throat wildly as he toyed with her, mixing his play from gentle strokes to pulling up. Ivlin's face was stained with defiant tears as he toyed with her, all the while he watched her reactions intently.

"Does it feel good yet?" he asked.

"Go fuck yours-" A loud moan escaped her parted lips as Satanick bent his head down and bit down softly on one of her nipples. He lapped at her breasts gently, once in a while sucking on them before biting and pulling them up. The pleasure she wouldn't admit tightened in her gut before she felt it explode. A powerful orgasm rolled out within her and she screamed from the pleasure. Ivlin had never felt pleasure like that before in her years as a man. Was a woman's orgasm that powerful?

Her rambling thoughts were caught off as Satanick opened his annoying mouth to speak again. "Did you just cum?" he asked, ecstatic.

"From you? Get fucking real."

He shrugged and his hands tore down the rest of her skirt, revealing her dripping cunt.

"No panties?" he asked.

"I didn't choose the outfit!!" Ivlin screeched angrily.

"My, my short temper," Satanick hummed. "Don't worry, we're just getting started."

"You fucking bast-" Again her voice drowned itself in her own moans as Satanick toyed with her nipples. How were they this sensitive? Ivlin squirmed wildly to get away as the Devil forced moans out of her. One hand dipped from her chest to between her legs, tracing the skin on her inner thighs gently. She kicked her legs at him angrily and Satanick clicked his tongue before pinching her nipples again. As he pulled them up Ivlin felt herself have to force back another orgasm.

How could she be ready for that again? She couldn't be, that didn't make any sense! Focusing on keeping her pleasure at bay, she felt her kicking and squirming lessened. Moans dripped from her tongue like honey. How dare this stupid, fucking Devil!

"You seem pretty preoccupied," Satanick commented, his hand teasingly trailing between her pussy lips.

Desperately, the magical girl shook her head. Spit dribbled down her chin as she moaned from the pleasure. Satanick smirked at the response, dipping his fingers deeper and stroking her clit gently. Her moans grew louder still and she found herself fighting off the pleasure threatening to drown her even more.

"You can cum however many times you'd like," he reassured.

"As if!" she spat out.

Satanick sighed. "You never learn." He snapped his fingers again and two weird contraptions attached themselves to Ivlin's chest. She looked in fear at the devices as Satanick snapped again and a slimy, squelching sound mixed with her sudden loud moans.

Wet, tongue-like, creatures moved against her nipples, forcing her to moan continuously. The new sensation proving to much for her, she felt herself release another strong orgasm. The pleasure rolled through her and she cried from it.

"Willing to tell me you're feeling good yet?" he asked.

She couldn't speak. The feeling of the contraptions on her nipples forced her to moan nonstop. Even as her high rolled out, she couldn't escape the endless pleasure.

"I think I can take that as a no..."

He dipped his finger between her folds again, rolling pressure against her clit gently. Ivlin cried out from the added pleasure, her bac arching drastically. She kicked her feet, trying to force her thighs closed. Satanick sighed once again, snapping his fingers and restraining her legs so they were spread wide for him.

"God, for someone who's not feeling good, you sure are making a mess of yourself," he told her.

She whined in response, writhing desperately against her restraints and the endless pleasure on her tits. He chuckled, stroking her clit faster, eliciting stronger moans from the magical girl's mouth. The pleasure welled inside of her again painfully. She squeezed her eyes shut, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as Satanick forced her to cum once again.

She screamed from the pleasure, trying to break free from the stupid magic bindings he'd forced onto her. She couldn't take it! how was her body so weak in this form! Why wasn't the Devil stopping yet!

The tightly compacted tentacles on her nipples writhed quicker as Satanick picked up his pace on her clit. She felt another loud moan tear itself from her throat as he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.

"I guess this is your first time feeling all this as a woman," he chuckled. "Aren't you blessed?"

Ivlin cried out loudly as her body clenched and writhed, shaking violently as another orgasm tore through her body. Satanick's snap was nearly drowned out by her cries as the finger on her clit was replaced by another writhing contraption of tentacles. Her already loud moans grew to screams as the onslaught continued. Her cheeks were stained with tears as she shook from the pleasure tearing through her.

It was too soon to cum again! She couldn't cum again! Ivlin didn't want to cum again!

Her moans came out as wails as she was forced off the edge regardless of her pleas. Satanick's fingers curled up inside her as she rode it out before removing them. She looked hopeful for a moment despite his wicked contraptions still moving against her, only to have her hope broken as she felt his hard, long, cock poke against her entrance.

"This oughta make you admit something!" he said cheerfully.

"N-no!!! Stop!" she pleaded desperately.

Satanick only chuckled at her again, plunging his thick, length deep inside her. Ivlin choked on her own moans before feeling herself cum once again.

He roared with laughter. "Just from that?" he mocked, "Don't think we're done just because of that!"

Animalistic and quick, the Devil slammed into her again, and again. Ivlin Screamed from the pleasure as he continuously hit her g-spot. He was driving her mad. She couldn't take this much longer. It hurt. It hurt! But even as she writhed against him, unknowingly shaking her hips to take him deeper into her cunt, he didn't slow.

Her moans became broken and desperate and she felt herself sob as another orgasm shook her body to its core. Ivlin felt her mind snap from the pleasure. She'd do anything for it to stop. She'd do anything for it to continue. She wanted more. She needed more. She didn't know what she needed.

"P-plleasshe," she slurred, sobbing and moaning as she rocked her hips with Satanick's desperately.

He smiled wickedly at her, his pace somehow increasing. Ivlin screamed from it, unable to keep up with the fast movements. The tentacles writhing against her clit and nipples matched his pace though. It drove her wild.

"Shatanick! pl-pleashe, I can't!!" Ivlin stumbled over every syllable, breaking the sentence apart with moans and sobs as another orgasm tore itself from her core. "P-pleashee!! You're b-breaking meee!"

His thrusts didn't stop even as she felt thick, hot seed shoot deep into her womb. Her body shook violently as the Devil refused to slow, forcing her to cum again, and again. It felt like days had passed by the time he'd allowed the magical girl respite. She was exhausted, and shaking, twitching from her fried systems.

Satanick stood, smirking at the fucked out body of the magical girl who had dared to stop him. "I'm even tempted to take you with me," he cooed, "but I'm sure we'll get to play together again soon."

With a final snap of his fingers, Satanick disappeared.

In the same instant, the stupid infernal cat reappeared, restoring Ivlin to his original body and form, and staying with him until he'd recovered from the ruthless attack. "We'll get him next time!" Sataneko reassured.

Ivlis glared at the obnoxious ball of fluff. "You be the magical girl next time!"

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The air in the bathroom was thick with humidity as Chlomaki finally stopped the running water and stepped from the bath. She reached for a towel quickly, wrapping it around herself until it clung to her body snuggly. The week's strife had seemed to melt away in the hot water she had just spent the past hour and a half lounging in and a renewed sense of peace had been returned to her.

Sighing in relief she crossed the bathroom floor to retrieve the airy, comfortable clothing she had picked out before taking refuge in the large room on her own. As she picked up the soft cloth in her hands, her peripheral vision took notice of her form in the foggy mirror. Her long ears flicked with interest as she turned her head, taking in her blurred form. With this much condensation on the glass, it almost looked as if she'd been freed from the crow feather wings on her back. A notion to good to be true, she smiled softly nonetheless at the thought.

After dressing herself and hanging the towel to dry, Chlomaki opened the door to the bathroom. It swung wide into her bed chambers where Fungas awaited her patiently. His back was propped up by the two pillows on his bed and he was occupied with flipping through the old pages of a tome.

"Good bath?" he asked.

Chlomaki hummed in response, tying her long black hair back in its usual low ponytail as she strode into the room. As she walked towards their shared bed she passed a small standing mirror. Her vision fixated on the clear image of her wings and she frowned, standing still to examine herself more closely. There wasn't truly anything wrong with her wings, just where they came from, and what they symbolized. A long sigh escaped her lips and she stretched one of the feathery limbs out from her back.

"What's wrong?"

Chlomaki glanced at her familiar. He looked up meeting her gaze for a moment before she turned away. There was a long silence that sunk itself into the room as the witch studied the mirror again. Finally, after frowning in frustration for several minutes at the black feathers attached to her, she responded with, "I wish I could chop my wings off."

She could see the crocodile blink up from his book through the clear glass of the mirror. "What, why?" Fungas' exclamation was painted with concern. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

"They're just a reminder of that infernal God, and everything he caused," she responded, grabbing a few loose feathers and pulling them away like dead hair.

Other than the soft shuffling of Fungas standing and walking closer to her, silence donned the room. He pressed his back behind her, brushing her tied back hair over one of her shoulders. His scaled hands brushed against her skin and she shivered at the light touch. He smiled at the reaction warmly and planted a long soft kiss between her long ears; they twitched as his hair tickled them. Chlomaki scrunched her face at the loving gestures as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I think your wings are beautiful," he finally told her, "they might remind you of a time much worse than now, but they aren't the same wings, just like you aren't the same person."

The witch didn't say anything to her partners kind words, instead she let them soak into her skin as she pressed her body back into his. He held her steady, enjoying the feeling of Chlomaki in his arms. He didn't need her to respond to know that she had received his words.

After several long minutes, Chlomaki tilted her head back to see the crocodile looking back at her intently, his dark eyes unblinking. She stood on her tippy toes and craned her neck to kiss his cheek before trying to step away. Fungas' grip proved to be too firm though.

"Eh, you can let go of me now," she told him, her tone falling back to its normal lax attitude.

"That's okay," he responded, squeezing her tightly in his arms.

The witch's tail twitched in annoyance. "You're being too clingy."

"You let me hold you like this all the time," he pointed out, smirking at her before lifting her up with ease.

"Hey!" she yelped, kicking her feet as he brought her over to their bed. The book he'd been reading sat open, face-down atop the thick blankets and it bounced as he threw her onto the mattress. Chlomaki immediately went to scramble away but her familiar quickly followed her on top of the mattress, grabbing her tightly and pulling her into another embrace. She groaned loudly, annoyed by his overly clingy advances. "Seriously, I get sentimental one time and you trap me!"

Fungas chuckled. "When else do I get the chance?" he asked warmly, nuzzling into her.

She sighed, allowing him to cuddle her, although she wouldn't be caught dead clinging to him like that, ever. "What were you reading?" she inquired, her curious gaze settling back on the turned over book.

"Just about some old magic. Nothing important. There's tons of things I haven't read in here," he replied. She could hear the satisfied smile in his tone.

Time moved slowly while they lay in silence, and an eternity seemed to pass before finally, Chlomaki felt her lover's hand slide up her torso and gently cup one of her petite breasts. He nuzzled his face into her neck, sighing deeply. She could feel his lips twitch into a mischievous grin as he squeezed tenderly.

"Fungas."

He hummed against the soft skin of her neck, his fingers massaging the breast in his hand.

Chlomaki rolled her eyes. She knew how this would all progress, and it wasn't like she was against the idea. Subtly, the witch rolled her hips further back, brushing her rear against his lap purposefully in the process of readjusting her weight. Fungas chuckled into her neck and she felt her skin prickle from his breath. His lips peppered lovingly along the sensitive skin, trailing up.

He moved his free hand up to grab her chin, coaxing her to look his way. She complied, an ear twitching with interest as she did so. Her familiar looked at her warmly for a moment before kissing her passionately. Their lips combined like puzzle pieces, molding to form a beautiful work of art. Fungas' kisses were hungry but patient and the witch felt herself melting into him. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting the skin sensually, while his groping turned into a short search for her already erect nipple.

His tongue slowly slipped between her lips, tangling around Chlomaki's while he stroked her sensitive bud through the soft fabric of her top. She attempted to pull away, the light tingles of pleasure dancing through her enough to want to whimper and hide her face, but Fungas held her face in place, his scaled hand tightening around her chin. She whined into the kiss as his tongue teased her, twisting around her own. His fingers pinched her nipple gently, and her back arched from the careful touch. He teased her methodically, forcing her to come undone with loving, experienced gestures.

Chlomaki felt as if the kiss was drowning her. The gentle teasing touches on her breast were beginning to drive her mad. It felt as if forever had passed before her familiar finally released his grip on her chin and she pulled away gasping for air, the thick string of saliva attaching their lips disappearing as she turned her head to look forward. The kiss had left her dizzy and within herself she could feel her insides crawl desperately for more, her arousal evident if Fungas were to dip his hands between her legs.

He wrapped his arms around her waist again, nuzzling back into her neck and holding her tightly. The embrace was warm and caring but the witch couldn't help but feel unfulfilled. She huffed in annoyance as Fungas continued to just hold her. Taking matters into her own capable hands, she adjusted her hips again, pushing them back into his lap. She could feel a tent in his lounge pants as she did, and a carnal ache spread through her gut. Even with the evident hint her familiar only continued to hold her in his arms. Chlomaki huffed louder.

"What's wrong?" he chuckled against the nape of her neck.

The witch rolled her eyes. "You're joking, right?"

"I'm just cuddling you," he responded, squeezing her gently as if to prove the point.

"That's the issue," she muttered, feeling the tip of her cat tail twitch in annoyance.

"Upset that I'm being clingy again?"

Chlomaki groaned and silence engulfed their bedroom. It felt deafening and she could feel her cheeks and ears burn with embarrassment as she lay there. His hot breathe tickling her neck continuously sent shivers through her body and finally she built the resolve to be straight forward.

"P-please Fungas, I need your touch," she whimpered. The shameful words leaving her mouth made her skin burn red, and instinctively she buried her face into the sheets of the bed.

She felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin before he gently bit into her shoulder. Chlomaki gasped as his teeth scraped her pale skin. He lowered his arms from her waist to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her pert breasts, gently toying with her nipples as he peppered soft kisses along her shoulder and neck.

Her smaller frame pressed itself into his warm chest as she whimpered under his touch. She could feel his arousal becoming more prominent, poking into her firmly. She moved her ass into his hips as he teased her, giving him friction as he pinched her nipples gently. Chlomaki moaned for him softly, desperately feeling the need to be somehow closer to him, even with her back snugly fit against him. She could feel his loving smile against her skin as one of his hands fell to the hem of her shorts and panties and slid them down just enough to expose her thighs.

His hand lingered on her thigh, tracing the skin lightly, sending chills through her body. He chuckled at the soft whine that left her mouth from his deliberate touches on her skin before trailing his finger between her legs. She felt her breath hitch as gathered her arousal on his finger and dragged it up to her clit, stroking it just enough for her to barely feel it.

She moved her hips forward in a desperate attempt to deepen the touch, but her familiar followed her movements with ease. "You're so wet, Chlomaki," he mumbled into her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin.

Chlomaki whimpered, hiding her face into the sheets of their bed to attempt to put some distance between him and the long black ears atop her head. He pressed down on her clit a little more and she felt pleasure shoot through her. Soft moans escaped her lips as he slowly stroked her clit, teasing her thoroughly. Her love juices stained his fingers more and more with each passing moment, but Fungas loved the feeling of his lover coming undone on his fingertips. He pinched the sensitive nipple under the fingers still teasing her chest and she mewled loudly. His teeth tickled her shoulder lovingly, knowing that everything combined would drive her nearly over the edge.

Her whimpers got breathier and quicker in succession as the build up of pleasure twisted inside of her. She had melted into his gentle touch so carefully but now her whole body was stiff from the pleasure that was about to course through her, the pressure from it all was immense. Chlomaki's eyes squeezed shut in anticipation, her mouth agape and drool slipping from her bottom lip messily.

Fungas ceased his movements entirely.

The witch whined beside him, desperately moving her hips to receive any pleasure at all. His touch didn't linger as he pulled both his hands away, only causing her to whine louder.

"Shh, shh, just a moment," he cooed softly for her.

Obediently she held her whines in, awaiting his arms to ensnare her entirely once again. Chlomaki could hear the shuffling of fabric and her lover's legs shift as he lowered his garments to release his erection. One of his hands, rested a moment on her hip lovingly before it slid to her inner thigh, repositioning her leg ever so slightly. His chest still pressed to her back firmly, Chlomaki had no where to move as she felt his tip position itself at her entrance. Her insides ached longingly for him and she whimpered from the anticipation.

Slowly, he inserted himself into her; Chlomaki's walls engulfing his length in warmth. She moaned, feeling herself mold to him perfectly as she did. His arms puled her close against him and she whined at the loving gesture. His hips thrusted into her softly, allowing her all the time in the world to adjust to his size. As her moans quickened, one of his hands cupped her breast and teased her chest softly.

His pace picked up gradually, the sound of skin slapping mixing in with her desperate moans as Fungas hit her g-spot repeatedly. "T-there! Ah, r-right-" Chlomaki's loud cry was interrupted as her lover slipped two fingers into her mouth, toying with her tongue. Hearing her muffled moans sent Fungas into a frenzy and he bucked his hips into her quickly. The witch screamed for him, her hips rocking with his speed as the familiar feeling pressure rebuilt itself in her gut.

Small rivulets of saliva dripped onto from his fingers onto the bed as he fucked into her quickly, forcing her to feel his full length repeatedly. She squeezed her eyes shut, her moans becoming short and breathy as she felt her pleasure crash over her like a strong wave. It tore through her body sending her crying out pathetically as he continued to thrust into her deeply. Her walls convulsed around his cock and she heard him grunt into her sensitive ears, sending more pleasure winding its way through her. As she rode out the strong climax whisking away her senses, Fungas' cock unloaded its vitality deep into her. It spilled around his cock at her entrance, dripping down her thighs.

Several moments of heavy breathing and breathy whimpers passed, before her lover slowly removed himself from her. She felt her sensitive insides crawl with the sensation before she finally settled down. He pulled Chlomaki close again, kissing the top of her head before pulling her face close and pecking her on the lips. She smiled at him warmly.

"I love you, Fungas."

"I love you, too."

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Etihw held up the frilly garment with two hands and waved it teasingly. Their devil counterpart stared incredulously at it. "I am not wearing that," he snapped.

"But it'd be so cute, and we'd be matching." The god said. 

Their Devil counterpart scowled at them, apprehension and disgust evident on his sharp facial features. His long hair seemed to bristle at their persistence on the topic. "You have to be kidding me."

Etihw frowned for a moment, looking towards their lover and then the black skirt of the maid dress and back again. The delicate frills at the end of it waved gently with the subtle breeze wafting in from the open window. "Don't be such a wet blanket!" they exclaimed in exasperation.

"I am not being a wet blanket."

"Then put it on," they suggested simply.

The Devil sighed and looked over Eti's outfit. They were dressed in a white and gray suit, its coat tail flaring out behind them gently. "Why do you get to wear the butler suit," he grumbled.

"Because."

"Because, what?"

"I wanted to."

"How is that a good reason?" Kcalb shouted.

"Would you just put the maid dress on?" they snapped, waving the delicate dress at him once again. 

"It's unbecoming!" he boomed.

For a brief moment, Eti sulked; lowering their head and frowning at the ground. Kcalb watched them, immediately feeling guilty for the way her reacted. His self-reproach evaded him as he watched a cocky smile play across their soft lips. "I'll just have to get Wodahs then," they mused, sighing. 

Kcalb blinked at the God's words. "H-hold on, now," he began warily. 

"No, it's okay Kcalb," Eti interrupted. "If you won't do it for me, perhaps you'll find it within yourself to do it for him."

The Devil's face scrunched up, revealing a complicated array of emotions. "Etihw-" he tried to stammer.

They were already turning for the door out of Kcalb's sleeping chambers, huffing in a deep breath for a loud shout. His heart nearly leapt from his as he realized they were serious. "Woda- Ah!" Eti's shout was abruptly cut in half as the Devil covered their mouth with his large hands.

"Okay, okay," he grumbled. Eti gave him a sly grin. "I'll do it."

They jumped happily with their success, pushing the frilly black dress into his hands. Kcalb Kcalb groaned before relenting, turning away from Eti to change. He felt his cheeks redden considerably as he slid off his cloak and black dress suit, revealing pale skin to the God's hungry gaze. His tongue held back a disgruntled quip as he pulled the delicate maid dress up his legs and over his hips. The soft material draped over him, clinging gently to his waist. 

"I feel embarrassed," he announced, feeling his cheeks burn red as he looked the maid dress his body now adorned up and down.

Eti smirked at his back, appreciating the way the fabric clung to his gentle curves. He truly had the perfect feminine air when he wore something so delicate. "I like it," they told him honestly. 

Kcalb huffed a sigh and glanced over his shoulder, mentally refusing to turn to face them fully. "Are you happy?" he asked, meeting their black eyes. Eti's gaze seemed to scan him over, and over with excitement.

"Why wouldn't I be?" they countered, making a motion with one of their hands for the Devil to turn for them. 

Rolling his piercing white eyes, Kcalb turned fully. The chest of the garment lay flat against his pectoral muscles, the frills at the hem making him feel silly. Kcalb's ears burned with his cheeks, but even though he could only feel shame, his God drank in his feminine beauty with love and admiration. 

Etihe drew themselves closer, their hands wrapping around his waist to pull Kcalb ear They rested their head on his shoulder. "You're so lovely," they told him warmly. 

"Stop, your embarrassing," he told them, turning his head to hide his face. Their compliment made his stomach swim with butterflies. "This dress is ghastly."

Etihw only hummed in response, admiring his feminine attire. After a few moments they finally responded, "it looks good on you, though."

"I don't think so."

Eti chuckled softly, nuzzling their face closer to his chest lovingly. "You look good as a girl."

Kcalb scowled again. "I'm not a girl, though."

"With all the trouble you give me," the God teased, "you make for a very convincing one." They pulled their face away from his chest and tried to meet his eyes. With his face turned at the angle it was, they could only see one eye and his red cheek. The embarrassment he felt however, only excited Eti more.

Kcalb kept his gaze skyward, avoiding his lover's lingering eye. He could feel their hands begin to play with the fabric on his waist, thumbing the apron attached to the soft skirt. He felt himself involuntarily gulp as his nerves swarmed his head. "D-don't we have an event to go to?" he changed the subject. 

Etihw sighed and rolled their eyes. "The party isn't for a while yet," they tell him matter-of-factly, "there's tons of time for me to admire you and the cute dress you're in."

Kcalb stifled a groan as his face flushed at their straight forward nature. The god clinging to him smirked before reaching up a hand and grabbing their Devil's chin and pulling his face closer to theirs. The eye contact sent him stumbling over his voice, and his mouth poured out numerous syllables that didn't make any sense. Desire burned in their dark eyes as they watched Kcalb stammer and panic.

Finally they added, "and, to ravish you completely." Standing on the tips of their toes, they placed their lips gently onto their lovers'. Eti could feel thei timid Devil shaking from the kiss alone, unsteady hands wrapping around around their waist. They smiled into the kiss for a singular moment before working their lips against his skillfully. Kcalb whimpered, his hands holding onto the God tighter. 

Gently and subtly, Eti brought out a frilly head dress from a back pocket of their suit pants before placing it in front of his long horns. As soon as he felt the head band slip into place he dropped the God's weight and pulled away from their smirking lips. 

"What the heck?" Etihw asked, feigning innocence as easy as they breathed. 

The Devil glared as he pulled the frilled lace off his head, his fluffy white hair puffing back up as he did. "I am not adding this on!"

Eti huffed. "It's cute!"

Kcalb looked at the girly headband, scrutinizing his lover's tastes. "You wear it then!" he shot back. 

"Oh. My. Me." They sighed, exasperated by Kcalb's unwillingness. "Your outfit requires it!" the God declared.

He glanced at them again, considering the idea. Maybe, he was overreacting. In a way, the maid dress felt rather comfortable and free. He hated that he didn't absolutely hate it, but he couldn't deny that it wasn't truly that bad. Nonetheless, he was a grown man! Even having an inkling of a feeling that he wanted to oblige to Etihw's wishes and wear the headband was an embarrassing disgrace. His face flushed again as his thoughts of realization dawned on him. Etihw gave him a pleading look.

"Fine," he relented, sliding the frilly head piece back in place. 

"Wahoo!" the God cheeredin victory, causing Kcalb to roll his silver eyes. 

They pulled in close again, inspecting the beautifully crafted dress and the way it perfectly clung to fit him. The lacey, black frills atop his head stood out against his white hair, only adding to his cute charm. Eti circled around him like a shark, smirking at the way his eyes cautiously followed them. 

Kcalb's ass stuck out prominently with how the waist was cinched, taunting the God. Unable to resist temptation, they reached out and cupped his ass cheek, smirking. They held eye contact brazenly as they groped, their husband's face flushing red once more. Kcalb stifled a soft whine, and at the slight noise, Eti worked their hand against him more. They relished the feeling of the silky fabric sliding between their hand and his bare skin. 

"E-Eti, uhm," Kcalb stammered. He was blushing harder than he had been.

Etihw squeezed a last time before circling two slender fingers teasingly on his behind. "You okay?" they asked sultrily, checking in on their lover.

His breathing had already grown heavier. He was so nervous all he could do was nod shakily, his lips pressing into a thin line as if to stifle any potential noises that could escape him. This was humiliating. 

Eti dropped their hand and stepped away from, making their way to face him again. Kcalb shuffled with them, keeping his back to them. The god raised an eyebrowat the action, cuckling in amusement. "What's wrong?" they asked.

"N-nothing!" Kcalb exclaimed, his eyes desperately scanning his sleeping quarters as if to escape. 

"Turn around then?" they suggested calmly. Both of them stood still for a moment. 

"N-no," he stammered, refusing.

Eti shrugged carelessly. "Okay, well," they began, closing their eyes and lifting their head, "I guess I'll just leave you to your own devices."

"Ah, wait," Kcalb stammered. The God peeked ne eye open expectantly. He was looking over his shoulder at them, a deep desire lingering in his silver eyes.

"What is it, love?" they asked, anticipating his following response.

"Well, I, uh..." 

Eti admired how cute he looked stammering over himself. "Spit it out," they prompted gently.

He huffed a reluctant sigh, before turning to face them. Etihw studied the front of his dress, their eyes lingering on the tent pitched in his skirt. They chuckled at his situation. 

"I barely touched you," they said pointedly. 

Somehow, his face darkened an even richer colour of red that stained even his ears. "I don't know why," he said sheepishly. 

The God smirked. "Could it maybe be that you're enjoying being in this dress?"

Kcalb opened his mouth to protest but his lover brushed their slender fingers over his clothed erection teasingly. His breath caught in his throat and he bit his tongue as his entire body seemed to roll with pleasure. The Devil had seldom ever felt pleasure to this extent.

Etihw caught up on the response easily, palming his cock through his skirt with more vigour. His hands clenched and a small moan escaped his tightly pressed lips.

"You even sound like a woman," they mused teasingly.

Their gentle words only seemed to awaken more of his desires, his arousal only deepening. His lips quivered and another soft moan pried itself from his soft lips. His head tilted forward from the pleasure, forehead resting on Eti's. The gesture made the God feel warm, pushing them to continue. Warmth from Kcalb's sex made the cloth feel damp and it rubbed against his sensitive skin even more, eliciting more moans from him. Eti nudged their head up to get access to his lips, engulfing them in their own. The kiss was gentle, yet exploring and passionate. They grazed their teeth carefully along his bottom lip. Kcalb felt his very being melt into Eti. He was truly putty in their hands, and he couldn't help but love it. Their ever lingering touch on his clothed shaft dwindled for a moment as they dipped beneath the flowy skirt. 

His moans hitched in his throat as one barrier dropped between Etihw's touch and his erection. The God pushed against him softly, forcing him back a few steps, their lips never once parting. His legs bumped into his closed coffin bed, causing him to topple backwards, landing atop it. Eti managed to stay balanced, cradling the back of Kcalb's neck with their free hand while they deepened the kiss. He Hungrily kissed back, and felt his lover chuckle at his lustful display, working their soft lips back against his.

Their touch on him felt electric, and his body shook in response, desire rippling through his very core. Eti slipped their hand below his boxers and released his aching erection from its confines. It sprung free and their delicate, pale fingers toyed with the tip, rubbing the Devil's eager precum  into their deliberate movements. Kcalb moaned desperately into the kiss, their teasing touches making his mind reel with the pleasure. Their God broke away from his lips, staring intently as his face contorted in pleasure.

"You're wet just like a woman too," they told him. 

Kcalb whimpered, tryin desperately to hide his face in shame.

"Do you like it when I treat you like a girl?"

He felt his cheeks burn as he nodded his head honestly. Etihw smirked at his shameless display before drawing their lips to his red tinted ears.  "Good girl," they drawled, chuckling softly as he whined from the God's voice alone. Eti felt drunk with power and lust, kissing the tip of his sensitive ear. Kcalb shuddered and moaned bucking his hips up into their hand as they bit on his ear lobe gently.

His moans became shorter and quicker as his gut toiled in pleasure. A knot tightened itself deep within him, threatening to uncoil itself rapidly. The Devil wrapped his arms tightly around the sender waist of his lover. They chuckled warmly at his neediness, moving their gentle movements ever so slightly faster to allow him closer to the brink. 

His hands clung to the fabric on their waist, fingers desperately digging in. Etihw drew their hand away quickly, forcing Kcalb away from his climax. He groaned, shaft twitching lustfully. They caressed his face warmly before pecking his lips. "If you want to act like a desperate whore, you'l cum like one too," they informed him, tone firm. They stood over him, straightening their back before oulling their suit pants down to their ankles. A large black strap, tucked against Etihw's leg was pulled into position, captivating all of the Devil's attention. His gaze was a mixture of fear and anticipation as his lover threatened to tarnish his pride even further. 

They knelt beside him, guiding him into rolling over so his ass was postured in the air towards them. They caressed his ass through the fabric of the skirt, groping him as their other hand trailed fingers up his thigh. Kcalb moaned softly at their touch, his skin shivering as they slowly rode up his skirt. The cool air hit his thighs as Eti pinned his dress to the flat of his back. They pulled his boxers down to his knees, before groping his bare ass. His cute hole just barely visible between the firm mounds his lover massaged tenderly. Sweet moans worked its way around the room like a musical chorus as Etihw dipped their fingers down and poked gently at his sex. 

They probed at his hole, pushing past his tight seal slowly. His whole body quivered from the sensation as they toyed with him. Moans escaped his pretty lips as Etihw added another finger, stretching him out tenderly. He could feel his lust slowly spiraling into a deep desperation, his arousal dripping with precum as he waited for Etihw to ruin him. 

His hole ached by the time his lover deemed him ready. They had three fingers deep within him, his hole quivering around them. The squelching noise sucking them even deeper. His mouth was dry from the endless stream of moans escaping his lips, the only thing dampening his tongue, a small stream of saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth down to the cured wood of his casket. 

Etihw swiftly removed their fingers, replacing their thickness with the tip of their strap. They pushed in slowly, pressing a loving hand on his back to keep them both steady. A deep squelching noise accompanied his desperate moans, as they pushed into him fully. Kcalb pushed his hips back onto them shamefully, succumbing to his own desperation as they moved with him in a steady pace. His hips hit his coffin repeatedly as they thrusted into him, the cool wood refreshing against his tingling skin. The God's hands moved to his hips, grasping onto the gentle curves as they quickened their pace. Kcalb gasped, hands grasping at the smooth surface. 

"M-more, p-please! Give me more!" he choked out, moans turning into desperate gasps. 

Etihw obliged, ramming into him harder. The rhythmic slapping of skin filled the large room. Kcalb writhed from the pleasure, hips unable to keep pace with Etihw's erratic thrusts. They leaned down over him, mouth close to his sensitive ear. "Who's a good girl?" they teased.

Kcalb felt his sex clench around their lover's cock as they forced themselves in even deeper. His answer came out as a squeak, just barely breaking out past his load moans. "M-me! I am!" He felt his face flush again as his words caused Etihw's hips to slam into his rear faster. His cock leaked with precum and his stomach coiled tightly from the pleasure he was embraced with. 

His desperate pleas and moans grew ever louder as Eti forced his body into the side of his casket repeatedly. Pleasure wound in him until his mind blanked, the pressure in his stomach snapping loose before he could gather himself. A thick, hot stream of his own seed shot from his cock, coating the side of his bed. His voice echoed Eti's name like a prayer, and they forced him to ride out his high all the way through. 

His moans finally quieted and his lover pulled away. Kcalb's legs shook for a moment before he crumpled to his knees. They helped steady him before pulling him into a loving embrace. Their gentle coos made his heart melt as he ever so slowly regained composure. There was a long silence before he could say anything, his head tilting up to his God.

"Never again," he stated firmly. Etihw only laughed heartily.

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Lobco had a tendency to look the most at home when the rain poured in Ne-no-Kuni. She'd noticed it the first time they'd been together while it rained, her natural beauty and homesick eyes staring longingly into the dark cloudy sky. Met on the other hand wore her biker helmet as if her undead life depended on her avoiding as much rain as possible. The air was cold and the rain stormed down onto them, the force of the rain droplets jumping up after touching the ground. Placidly the DJ wondered what had caused the Devil Lord so much anguish.

The two women were drenched completely, and although Met enjoyed watching Lobco bask in the streams draining from the sky, she shivered with distaste at the feeling of the rain splattering on the path of bare skin at the back of her neck. At this rate, she was bound to catch a cold. Her friend, though, seemed to pay no mind. Lobco was to busy enjoying the one reminder of her home.

Met's nose tickled for a moment before a dramatic sneeze escaped her. Her head flying forward with the force of her sneeze, smacking itself into the shield on her helmet. Lobco gkanced at her, concern written over her features, golden eyes big. Met waved her hand dismissively.

"I'm okay, just cold," the ghost told her.

"I didn't know spirits could get cold," Lobco commented softly, giving Met a small warm smile that fit her gentle features well.

The eccentric DJ smiled back. "The more you know, I guess." She shivered again. Her hair was so wet she swore she could feel it seeping up into her helmet.

Lobco watched her a moment before turning her gaze back up to the sky longingly. "We could go back inside and enjoy the rain beside a window," she suggested.

Met flashed a big grin. Her heart felt ecstatic with the knowledge that Lobco would look out for her. "Sure, I can set up a few blankets."

The mansion was quiet as they walked through the entryway, the normal bustle occupying Met's home missing. Lobco was led to a large window at the back side of the mansion, a window seat already adorned with soft looking pillows were piled into one corner sat inviting the two to rest. The shrimp settled on the seat timidly, making herself as small as possible. Her gentle gaze scanning her surroundings before glancing to the window where rain pattered against the glass.

"Want me to go grab those blankets?" Met asked, smiling.

Lobco shook her head. "It's pretty warm in here, but if your still cold feel free."

Met hopped onto the window seat happily, shimmying herself so close to Lobco that she could almost be sitting in her lap. She squeaked in surprise, her eyes widening at the ghost. "It's okay, I can just use your body heat, if that's okay?"

She nodded, timidly wrapping her arms around Met and holding her close. The coolness of the DJ's skin was refreshing to the touch and she smiled softly. Lobco's eyes fixed themself on the rain splattering against the window pane, the dreary looking sky reminding her of the waters of her home. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but her body had grown sore from where she sat, and Met had began entertaining herself with humming unknown melodies to the rhythm of the rain.

"Thanks for having me over so often as of late," the shrimp mumbled, eyes still trained on the pouring rain.

Met nodded against her. "Yeah it's no issue, I think you're really cool."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Met shifted her body so she was face to face with Lobco, her large eyes flitted down to her lips before locking with the shrimp's.

Her cheeks darkened from the eye contact, and she glanced back at the window nervously, not a single syllable slipping past her lips as she avoided the ghost's gaze. The movement of Met's hand reaching out towards her face was caught in Lobco's peripheral and she moved her head back quickly.

"I'm honestly really attracted to you," she continued.

Lobco's mouth hung open ever so slightly as the words processed. "M-me too," she stammered, blinking quickly.

Met smiled victoriously, as if the words that Lobco had responded with had made her year. "Hey, would you be interested in trying some stuff out with me? I'll make you feel real good."

Her voice came out in short flustered syllables, and instinctively she pushed Met away. The question made her body feel hot and something felt as if it was going to bubble up within her. She couldn't tell what it was. Excitement? Anxiety? It made little difference to her. Met was asking to do something with her and she had to formulate some kind of answer. This could be her first time doing something within her own power. That thought alone was enough to entrance her. Met studied her closely, waiting for her reply.

"U-um," Lobco began.

"It's okay if you don't want to, I completely understand."

"N-no, I think I do want to," she told her.

"Think?" Met echoed softly.

"Do," the shrimp corrected herself. "I do. I wanna, I mean. Um..."

The DJ smiled warmly, leaning her face in closer and catching Lobco's lips with her own. Her lips were soft and warm, a stark difference from how her skin felt earlier in the evening. The way Met's moved against hers made her stomach bubble in elation. Lobco moved her hands up to Met's cheek, caressing her face tenderly as the ghost deepened their kiss. Tenderly, her hand groped Lobco's breast and she tensed beneath her touch, a soft moan filling the silence for a brief moment.

Met greedily drank in her soft whimpers as she toyed with her. Their lips finally parted, a thick string of saliva connecting their red, swollen lips. They panted heavily, breathing in each other's air. Lobco's head spun, the heat between them was intoxicating and she rested her forehead against Met's. Her heavy lidded eyes gazing yearnfully at the DJ. Met's fingers gently stroked her nipple through the fabric of her uniform.

Lobco's lips parted in a gasp as the ghost gently pinched her sensitive bud, being gentle with her delicate partner. Met watched her body shudder under her touch, smiling softly as she kissed her again. Lobco's soft moans resounded around the two like a beautiful melody. A hand gently dipped between Lobco's thighs, stroking the skin underneath her short skirt. The nylon of the redhead's stockings feeling scratchy underneath her encircling finger. Lobco's whimpers grew louder as she trailed her slender finger up her inner thigh, teasing the familiar.

Met pulled her face away from Lobco, smiling tenderly at her. "I guess you're used to being treated like a plaything."

Lobco nodded slowly, watching Met carefully. The gentle strokes upon her nipple had seized as the ghost before her gently positioned herself in between her legs. Her hands gently groped her thighs, and Lobco watched in silence anticipation as her stomach churned in excitement.

"Well, you have nothing to worry about," Met reassured. "I'll be gentle with you." Another smile played across her lips as she carefully dragged a finger closer to Lobco's sex. Heat radiated from her skin, and the familiar's breath hitched in her throat as Met gently stroked her through her panties.

Her body shuddered as soft moans escaped her slightly parted lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as small sparks of pleasure coursed through her. Met's touch was gentle but constant, her finger searching out Lobco's clit before stroking it. The familiar's whimpers became louder, and her neck craned forward, her forehead resting on top of Met's head. The ghost gently pushed her panties aside, spreading her lower lips and applying more pressure to her sex. She moaned, her body tensing and hips rolling into the DJ's touch.

"Is it good like that?" Met asked.

Lobco whimpered, nodding her head ever so slightly. Met stroked faster, being careful to remain gentle. Her hands reached out and grabbed onto the ghost to steady herself as pleasure coursed through her. Her moans grew louder, jaw hung slightly. A small thin line of drool dripped from the corners of her mouth. Met watched her body shudder and tense as she stroked her sex, fingers dripping in juices. She held eye contact with Lobco for a moment, relishing how attractive she was disheveled and lustful, her heavy lidded eyes and messy hair drawing all the more to her appeal. A small smirk crept onto her lips as she dipped her fingers lower, pushing into her sex gently.

Lobco gasped, her grip on Met tightening as she felt two of the DJ's fingers push their way inside of her. She held eye contact bravely as her walls clenched down onto the digits within her. Met's fingers curled up pushing against her insides, forcing more moans out of Lobco's soft lips. The ghost moved steadily, playing to the chorus of her voice, hitting as deep as she can. Her moans got deeper and her hips rolled with every deep thrust of her fingers. Her head spun with pleasure and it felt as if every muscle in her body was tensed, screaming for more.

Met reached out her free hand, grasping the familiar's and holding onto her. Their hands squeezed together, their sweat making their grips all the more tight. Lobco could feel her nails digging into Met's skin as her body released the tension that had been building up. Her voice erupted in moans and gasps as pleasure shot through every muscle in her body. Met curled her fingers inside of her as her sex's walls clenched and tightened around her.

Slowly her moans turned into heavy pants, and she felt her entire body relax. Met smiled warmly, pulling her slender fingers out of Lobco's sex. With exhausted eyes, she smiled back, her grip on the others hand loosening. "You're so beautiful," she told her.

The familiar blinked in shock. "Even like this?" she asked.

"Of course." Met tucked a loose strand of hair behind Lobco's ear. she reached forward, wrapping her arms around the other's torso. The embrace lasted for what felt like forever, the rain pattering softly against the window lulling the two to rest.

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"So right after a quick word from our sponsors, I leave you with Ne-no-Kuni's newest hot single! This has been DJ Met, signing out 'til morning!" She exclaimed ecstatically. She clicked the button on her mic, shutting it down effectively, before throwing her hands into the air for a large stretch. She rolled her big office chair backwards, a large grin plastered to her face as her seat swiveled to face away from her desk. The big windows separating her studio to the rest of the building the big center piece of the wall in front of her. The viewing from her chair was plain as ever except for the one who peered back at her. 

The big red eyes of the demon she often followed around stared in annoyance. Met's smile continued to beam as she stood out of her chair and waltzed to the door to the side of the big windows. The brass door handle was cold to the touch as she grasped it, pulling it open wide. Her head poked out comedically from the doorframe, craning it to the side. 

"You look stupid," she said starkly. 

Met let out a quick chuckle before straightening herself. "I don't mind looking stupid if you find it entertaining, big sis."

Hanten walked closer, her hands in her pockets. Her tail twitched in annoyance as she approached. Met flashed another goofy smile, twirling the tips of her maroon hair. With a quick movement and an outstretched hand, Hanten flicked Met's forehead. The impact only stung lightly, but that didn't stop the DJ from dramatically spinning and crying out in pain. 

"A fatal wound! You've killed! Me!" she exclaimed, slumping against the door frame. 

"If you keep this up, I will give you a fatal wound," the demon growled. 

Met frowned, and peeked a glance at the demon before her. "C'mooon," she whined, "loosen up a little." The soft noises of the last ad read echoed around the small room behind Met. "What's got you so grumpy anyways?"

"I'm not grumpy," Hanten responded, evidently her tone was in fact, the grumpiest. 

Met continued to lean against the door frame as the song she'd set to play first on the night time shuffle began, the chords much louder than the sponsorships prior. She nodded her head a bit to the beat as she continued to look curiously at Hanten's disposition. Another grand idea flashed through her mind, and she straightened herself before gently moving to the rhythm of the song. 

Hanten watched her, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head to the side, clearly unenthused. "What are you doing now?" she asked. 

Met smiled again, her feet carrying her small movements. "Dancing," she responded matter-of-factly. She reached out, her palm facing upwards. A gesture one only used to invite others onward. 

"Oh no, absolutely not," Hanten responded. 

Met shook her hand expectantly. "Dance with me! We can be chaotic here," she offered again.

 Reluctantly and rolling her eyes one final time, Hanten took the ghost's hand in hers. Met pulled her back into the room, letting her feet lead them into a small clearing in her studio. Hanten followed her lead, getting the hang of the rhythm drumming out from the speakers. 

"This isn't fun," the demon told her. 

"Give it more of a chance then that," met instructed giddily. "Take the lead." Her feet slowed, an expectant look focusing on the normally laid-back girl in front of her. Hanten looked startled for a moment but quickly took the lead, moving her feet and carrying them across the small space. She put a hand on Met's waist, tightening her grip before guiding them out of the only clear space and into the small area between her studio table and a big shelf with lots of fragile decorations.

"Chaotic, hmm?" Hanten asked, echoing the DJ's prior words. 

Mild concern wrote itself across her face as she nodded in response. Met examined the deep pools of blood red as Hanten grinned for the first time. Hanten quickened their steady pace, turning Met forcefully into the side of the table. She gasped in pain as the edge drove into her side. Various items atop the wood shook violently, rattling mixed with the consistency of the instruments and the vocals of the song. 

"Wait, you might-"

"That's the point," Hanten told her, driving their movements into the shelf. A glass figure toppled over the edge, shattering on the floor. Met tried to shout out a response but the demon holding her whisked her back around to the other side of the room, shoving Met into another shelf, more of her belongings toppling over. 

Understanding that the demon's actions wouldn't halt, Met released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and let a smile dance across her lips as she gave up being stressed about her possessions. All that mattered, after all, was that they had fun together. Met followed Hanten's lead, throwing her weight into everything they danced into. Her possessions shattered as they hit the ground and their feet crushed any remaining shards to dust. 

The song quieted as it came to an end, and Hanten spun Met outward one final time, causing the ghost's back to crash into the shelf. The wood rattled, but all of her possessions had already toppled and broke. The distance between her and the demon close in a mere instant, their smiling expressions turning intense as Hanten pinned her against the shelving. One of the brackets pressed into her spine painfully, as the demon's bodyweight pushed her further into it. 

A smirk played across her thin lips as she watched Met's face twist from the uncomfortable bluntness pressing into her. Her breath came out in puffs and it swayed the tuft of hair in the middle of the Hanten's face. The radio quietly played more sponserships as the demon leaned her face in closer, the intensity of her eyes burning into Met. 

"U-uhm, big sis Hanten?" Met mumbled, averting her gaze, uncharacteristically timid.

"Feel like breaking something more?" the demon asked instead of giving her a proper response. 

Met felt herself swallow, her tongue feeling unnatural in her own throat. She only nodded. The brunette leaned in closer, pressing her lips against the ghost's. She squeaked underneath Hanten's lips, her body in catatonic shock at the sudden action. Her heart squeezed as she worked her lips against the demon's, her arms embracing her slender form as their lips molded against each other.

When Hanten pulled her face away from Met's, the two were out of breath. The DJ rested her forehead on the demon's shoulder, attempting to catch her breath. "Hanten?" she asked softly.

She pulled Met's face up by her chin, her crimson eyes smoldering. "It means nothing," she growled. Her explanation was curt and she gave the other no chance to respond as her lips crashed against Met's once again. Her rough hands groped at the ghost's opulent chest, easily scouting out her sensitive nipples. 

She whined into the kiss, her knees weakening at the persistence of Hanten's actions. Her body attempted to lean closer into the demon's but she was roughly forced back into the shelf at her back. The structure rattled at the force and Met yelped at the harsh action. Even at her alarmed voice, the demon proceeded, her leg slipping between Met's. Hanten's free hand firmly pressed onto Met's shoulder, easily forcing her weight down onto her thigh.

She moaned into Hanten's kiss as her clothed sex pressed into her leg. Met's hips slowly moved against the demon for any kind of friction. Small flowers of pleasure shot into her, teasing her thoroughly. She felt as if Hanten was drowning her slowly in a harsh yet gentle pleasure, the friction at her sex only enough to make her whimper. She wanted more. Needed it. Her mind spun with desperation for the demon she'd spent an eternity pining for. 

Met pulled away from the kiss, a soft moan drifting from her parted, swollen lips as Hanten pinched at one of her nipples roughly. The ghosts fingers fiddled with her own blouse, pulling it off with ease and giving the demon full access to her exposed chest. Hanten spared a single glance to take in the DJ's fragile beauty before groping her chest roughly. Her thigh pressed up at Met harder and she moved her hips desperately against it.

"So fucking desperate from so little," Hanten hissed, a hand slipping to Met's waist to undo her pants. Slender fingers housing rough skin brushed underneath the confines of her simple panties. 

Met pried herself off Hanten's thigh, standing on her tippy toes to make the demon's search easier. Her fingers spread her wet folds, one gently stroking over her clit. She let out a whimper of anticipation and the demon before her smirked confidently before pushing down and revolving her finger slowly. Met's head rolled back as pleasure coursed through her senses, flooding her system. Her moans became the only chorus in the soundproof room, the music from the radio long forgotten. Her legs shook, and it took everything within her to keep her legs from buckling. Hanten watched as her other hand began gently stroking the sensitive bud at the tip of one of her breasts. Met's back arched as she moaned desperately. 

Her fingers restlessly danced lowered to Met's quivering sex, heat pulsating from it within the confines of her pants. Hanten, teased the entrance with two fingers gently, watching the ghost's body roll in waves of pleasure from the smallest of touches. 

"Beg for it," Hanten ordered.

Met felt her cheeks flush a deep red as she stared at the intense stare beaming down at her. "P-please."

"Please? What, that the best ya got?" she snapped.

Met shook her head frantically, Hanten's soft touch at her entrance wavering at the poor display of the request. "I need you so desperately, please fuck me."

Hanten laughed in her face and Met felt her gut squeeze with arousal. For a moment Hanten made no movement to continue and Met opened her mouth to plead once again. Just as she did though, Hanten plunged her digits deep into her, rubbing against her walls before curling her fingers inside her. Met cried out with loud moans as Hanten used her thumb to brush against the DJ's clit. She watched Met struggle to remain standing as she ruthlessly stroked her insides. Desperate, wordless, please sang from her lips as the demon granted her her wish.

Hanten slipped another finger in, forcing her digits deeper into her. The full feeling she was consumed with caused her eyes to squeeze shut and hips to roll with the demon's movements. All she was capable of focusing on was the pleasure she was being granted. She felt her muscles clench tightly as her body wound itself up. Her knees shook from the pleasure and her hands clawed at Hanten for any sort of stability. She, of course, was brushed off easily, her clawing grasps in vain as she felt everything release all at once. Her voice turned into a string of loud cries as she came undone, her knees giving out slowly, her entire being held up only by the demon's fingers curling within her sex. 

Hanten waited until her voice grew softer before sliding herself out of Met. The ghost felt her weight force her to slump over to the ground. She whined softly as her body gave her a few more shivers of pleasure. Hanten watched her twitch a moment before smiling at the mess she'd made, bad mood forgotten. Just like the music on the night time shuffle. Just like the chaotic dance the two had partook in.

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Rigatona groaned as her crimson eyes flickered open. Her gaze stared at a clean tile floor she didn't recognize and she need not thrash to understand she had been effectively restrained. She lifted her head from where it hung, the small pain from the uncomfortable angle causing her to frown as she studied her surroundings. The room she was confined in was clean and resembled that of a cute kitchen. Pastel pink walls with white cupboards and counters jutting from them formed the walls furthest from her. Rigatona seemed to be shackled in the far corner, all décor as far from her as possible. An Island in the center of the room had a fruit bowl adorning the center, and there were empty glass jars stained with streaks of a deep maroon cast to the side closest to the sink. Three white barstools with soft pink cushions stood at the side of the island closest to the angel. 

As much as her eyes searched for her captor, though, Rigatona found herself alone. She racked her memory for any hints on her location, but the only thing she could remember was being in the middle of a fight with a group of demons. She had been alone during, her companions knowing the angel could often handle large crowds with little issue. This time, had been different though. The prowess of her foes hadn't increased, nor could she remember being overwhelmed by their numbers. Rather someone else had been there. They'd met on the fields of war only once in the past but it was enough to stain Rigatona with an impression of intrigue and allow her mind to roam with countless fantasies she'd like to entertain with the demon. Her current standing though, shackled uncomfortably to a wall and helpless, was not one of them. In fact, the current situation could get messy if she was unable to free herself soon. That woman alone, had been enough to overpower her, after all.

Rigatona gently attempted to move her limbs, making as little noise as possible. Her legs were free but there was little give to the chains restraining her wrists and she concluded that the material used was strong enough to hold her for as long as Cranber held the key to the shackles. Or, until the angel could find something suitable enough to pick the locks. Her eyes scanned her surroundings once again. The only thing closest to her was a tall rose-hued shelf, cabinet cupboards closing off the lower part of the shelf. Even if she could somehow reach the shelf with her feet alone, there was no way to easily find something suitable. Some chance was better than no chance, though, and the angel kicked out her feet. The tips of her boots gently grazed against the wood, but there was no way for the slender woman to reach the shelf properly, let alone find a way to kick open the cabinet doors. 

A frustrated growl escaped her lips, and her mood quickly soured. When that infernal demon showed herself, there wasn't a thing that would keep her from holding back. She angrily kicked the tiles below her, cursing her enemy with every ounce of hatred she held. She didn't care how loud she was anymore, she only wished to see Cranber writhe in pain. The show she was giving, thrashing around seemed to summon her captor as quickly as the angel intended, and yet seeing the short demon's curious gaze peek in from the doorway only served to fill her with more rage.

"Took you long enough!" Rigatona growled, her crimson eyes glaring.

"Someone woke up rather feisty." She giggled at the rancorous display before her, a single pale hand covering her lips. 

Cranber's beauty unparalleled to her, the angel again felt all of her sadistic desires burn their way to the forefront of her mind. "When I get out of these chains," she began. The demon watched with an intense gaze as Rigatona levelled a glare at her. "You're dead."

"Oooo," she cooed mockingly. " So scary."  Cranber walked fully into the room and quickly closed the distance between them. She squatted in front of the brunette, her legs spread in a way that caused her scarlet skirt to furl over her knees. Rigatona caught a glimpse of her shapely, bare thighs and the thin bit of black silk decorated with delicate maroon lace hiding between her legs. Cranber's fingers caressed her cheek, and the angel grimaced at her hot touch, the gentle touch feeling sinister as it glided down her cheek bones to the corner of her lips.

Her cold glare remaining, she refused to break eye contact as her mouth lunged at Cranber's fingers, teeth enclosing the slender digits harshly and without pause. She expected recoil and perhaps a slap or two, but the demon only stared at her wounded fingers, still caught between Rigatona's bite. The metallic sweet taste of her blood pooled around the angels incisors as she bit down harder. It dripped down her gums, mixing her saliva and filling her mouth with the taste of Cranber. 

The tips of her two fingers curled around her bottom teeth, before pulling down. Her calm expression burned into the angel's glare as she forced her bite open. She didn't wince as Rigatona's teeth dug into her flesh, her jaw being forcibly pried open and stretched further than she was aware she was capable. Neither of their intense gazes faltered for a moment. 

"I think," Cranber said slowly, her eyes falling to the blood stained saliva coating the angel's mouth, glittering in the soft lighting of the kitchen. "You'll find you can't get out of your chains." Her eyes locked with the brunette's as she stood back up, retracting her fingers from her mouth. Her pale digits glided up to her face before slipping her wounds between her lips and sucking the saliva and blood off of them. Rigatona watched in disgust at the demon's elated expression to her saliva coated fingers. "You've already tried, haven't you?" 

The brunette's jaw closes, the way it was wrenched left the muscles sore. For a moment they're both quiet. Rigatona gathers the saliva within her mouth before spitting it to the ground, not dignifying the demon before her with a properly articulated response. 

Cranber stared at the small splatter of saliva and blood on the tile before frowning. "I guess you're pretty eager to get started then?" she asked. 

Curiosity prickled at Rigatona but she remained quiet, her stony expression intending to cut down any resolve the demon had. Cranber turned on her heel, sauntering to the island in the center of the room and grabbing one of the stained jars residing there. She returned, the object in her hand unthreatening. Rigatona scoffed. 

"You gonna stuff me in there to save for later?" she mocked.

Cranber giggled madly. The way her voice rang unhinged and alluring. "Something of that affect," she responded giddily. She leaned down and released the jar, letting it roll towards the angel. The glass echoed as it rolled, making a small clinking noise as it collided with her boot. She took a moment to examine the object and near immediately she identified the dried contents within the jar. Dry blood caked the ridges at the bottom and stained the rim. 

Rigatona's gaze glided back up to the approaching demon just as she crouched down and drew her body in close. The heat radiating from her pressed into the angels exposed skin on her thigh as she leaned over her legs and crawled closer. Her breath spun in the air and stuck to the angel, it smelt of sweets and blood. The scarlet swirls in her rosey eyes stood out more vibrantly as she pulled her face close to Rigatona. Her smile revealing pointed fangs with their tips stained pink.

"You get to become my special jam! Aren't you excited?" Her crazed eyes studied the angel's crimson irises intensely, looking for any hint of fear, but all that resided within them was anger with the smallest hint of repulsion. She cast a puzzled look to the ceiling, placing a finger at her lips. "Most people start freaking out about this time," she commented.

Rigatona rolled her eyes, before kicking at the demon hard, sending the short woman tumbling back off her.

Her long twin tails fluttered as she slumped to the floor momentarily. Her head peered up from the tile, staring calculatingly at Rigatona. "I knew you were special, miss," she said, the unhinged haziness in her eyes growing more vivid. She pulled herself up and quickly closed the gap between them again, pinning the angel's legs down with enough strength to fracture the bone. Rigatona regarded her opponent calmly, looking for any opening as Cranber drew her body so close there was little room between them, her small chest enough to close the distance on their own. "Think I'll make a good little toy of you." 

Rigatona felt a low growl leave her throat as fangs buried into her shoulder. Hot fluid soaked into her green dress as Cranber tore a chunk of flesh from her, the gore between her teeth glistening as she chewed it. A soft whine left her lips as rolled the flesh in her mouth with her tongue. She swallowed it slowly, blood staining her white teeth and dripping down her chin. She smiled at Rigatona's disgusted expression. 

She left little time for the woman to accustom herself to the feeling of the air on her open wound as Cranber's fingers dug into the cut cruelly, painting her pale skin scarlet. She smiled ecstatically before using her claw-like nails to grasp the already torn cloth and ripping the garment from Rigatona's body. Animalistically she gnashed her teeth once before sinking them into another place on her shoulder. Blood gushed from around her mouth as she dug in deeper than she had before. Her voice whined around the red flesh as she dislodged it from its home. 

Rigatona cried out as her meat was torn from her, thrashing against her restraints. Cranber's tongue poked at her exposed flesh, coaxing more blood to leak from the wound. She drank it up gluttonously, her voice whining all the while. "You're sick!" the angel cried.

The demon peeled her head back, her entire cheeks painted in the brunette's vitality. She let out a cacophonous laugh before ripping more of Rigatona's uniform. Her thick blood leaked from the opening, sliding down her soft skin in fat droplets as she bled. Two deep gashes had been torn from her and the cold air of the room they were in stung. 

"Sick?" Cranber repeated as her laugh quieted. Her bloodied hands reached out and gently cupped the angel's pert breasts, groping them roughly as she eyed up the now exposed angel. The hair atop the angel's head had come loose and disheveled in the time since Cranber had captured her and the tips of it were coated in sticky blood. Still, the demon found her prey captivating with the disheveled appearance she was stuck with. "You won't feel that way soon," she told her confidently, stroking the small beads at the tip of her breasts. 

The demon drew her face in again, burying it into her neck. Rigatona struggled desperately, attempting to kick away the demon's weight again. She felt the woman atop her click her tongue before pulling away. "You're being very naughty," she told her with a frown. 

Rigatona scoffed at her demeanor again. Cranber's gaze watched as her hands grabbed onto the angel's thigh. Slender fingers dragged their way down, leaving trails of red as they made their way to her knee. Her talons dug into the flesh beside her joint, puncturing the skin just above her boot. Her grip was strong and on the off chance that the angel did  manage to escape whatever fate Cranber had planned for her, she knew there would be deep bruising around the wounds as they regenerated. The demon forcibly pushed her bone into an awkward angle and the uncomfortable sensation of her limb hyperextending filled her senses.

Rigatona held eye contact brazenly as she felt her muscles snapping from Cranber's claws digging into her with the pressure. "Naughty girl don't have any privileges, y'know," she told her, pushing down one last time. Rigatona's composure strained as she felt her joint dislocate. She grimaced at the hot pain, a breathy pant unfurling from her lips. Cranber fingers curled inside of her flesh, digging into her deeper before retracting from the wound. Gore clung to her fingertips and stuck underneath her sharp nails. Again, she brought her bloodied hands to her lips to lick off all of Rigatona's fluids. Her gaze burned into the angel as she contemplated.

"If that's all the punishment you have to offer, I'm not sure how well this will go for you," Rigatona told her, raising one perfect eyebrow scornfully.

The demon resembling that of a vampire bat shook her head and giggled. "Oh pet," she cooed, condescension dripping from her tone like the blood on the angel's body. "I would hardly call that a punishment." 

Rigatona regarded the demon carefully. Watching as she drew herself close once again, this time forcibly spreading the angel's legs to sit between. The crazed look in her eyes studied the blood oozing from her shoulder lustfully for a few moments before coming close enough that her delicate tongue could poke out from its hole and relish the liquid coating her tongue. One blood soaked hand gripped her thigh, pressing her thumb into her flesh softly and making small circles with her thumb as her tongue grazed to the open wound on her shoulder. Rigatona squirmed uncomfortably as her tongue poked at the exposed flesh. Cranber's fingers slid to her clothed sex, stroking the angel through her panties. 

Her breathing grew heavier as Cranber teased her slowly, the pleasure gently worming its way through her system, her body sensitive from the harsh bites her shoulder bore. Her rose eyes burned their gluttonous lust into her as she watched the angel's face strain from the pleasure. She nuzzled her face deep into the crook of her neck, stroking her sensitive folds as her teeth embedded themselves deeply into the thin skin on her neck. Rigatona, overwhelmed from the competing sensations, cried out, her eyes widening and her composure cracking for the first time. Fluids gushed from her, beading trails of hot liquid flowing down her skin. 

She felt as if her body were being burnt alive, consumed by flames. Cranber spurred on by her body's natural reactions only increased the pressure of her fingers, coaxing the heat from her sex patiently. Disgust filled the angel's senses as she felt cool air attack the new wound on her neck. Cranber's mouth didn't hold a chunk of gore within her teeth this time, she only peered at Rigatona intensely. The angel squirmed under her experienced touch, her voice coming out in pained whimpers as she struggled to grasp the sensations occurring within her. The demon titled her heads down peppering gentle sensual kisses down her chest as her hand slid away from Rigatona's sex.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Cranber didn't respond, biting into the thin elastic holding her panties up hard enough to snap it in half. She casted one long gaze at the angel's face as her talons dug into the flesh on her thighs. She could feel the skin tearing beneath the movement, reddening the area but not drawing blood. She gasped shallowly, helplessly watching Cranber's actions play out. Her gentle spiced kisses trailed to the abused skin where talons had just dug and the angel flinched at the gentle brushing sensation. Without warning the demon bared her teeth, opening her jaw wide. Fangs flashed from the saliva and blood coating them in the light before embedding deeply into her flesh. She cried out, her back arching strangely as her brain tried to decipher whether what she was feeling was pain, or pleasure. She whined as she felt a piece of her thigh tear from its place. 

Cranber seemed only concerned with the amount of blood gushing provocatively from the large wound. She heard the sound of glass scraping against the floor as the demon brought over her stained jar. Her fluids oozed over the rim, falling deftly into the container. She watched in stunned shock as bits of her flesh were taken by the river of blood and mixed into the jar's contents. She should've felt horror. She should've felt disgust. Rigatona only felt extreme fascination and intrigue to the action and to the deep pool of blood forming in the jar. Cranber's face still buried into her open flesh she found the gnashing of teeth tearing her flesh from her alluring, and the sensation within caused her voice to whimper and moan. 

Rigatona desperately fought against her chains, trying to move her hands to do anything but hurt her foe. Instead, the overwhelming need of pleasuring herself to the bloody, grotesque display before her was alarming and yet alluring. She could feel pleasure cascade through her entire body as fangs tore deeper into her. Her back arched as her core tightened and strained, Cranber's teeth sunk deeper and she could feel her muscles tearing under the razor sharp pressure. Her talons dug into her other thigh, the mild pain from the dislocated joint drowned out at the ever engulfing sensation of her skin being ripped through. Fingers dug into her flesh, coiling into her meat. She cried out with a loud moan, her legs voluntarily spreading wider, inviting the demon to do her worst. 

Cranber raised her head, her face coated in new blood, the smell of metal staining the air. She brought her face close watching Rigatona's expression shift complicatedly with an array of lust, passion, and revulsion. The angel met her gaze brazenly, even still. Closing the distance between their faces and acting on desires unbeknownst to her, the brunette caught her lips with her own. Her own blood tainting her lips. The metallic taste filled her mouth inescapably and she moaned softly into the kiss, relishing the feeling of Cranber's nails still embedded deeply within her. Her teeth snagged the demon's lips and she sucked it into her mouth, biting roughly in much a similar way. The taste of blood only growing stronger. Cranber's free hand caressed her throat dangerously, deliberately stroking over the blood soaked wound on her neck. 

Rigatona's body shivered from the animalistic pleasure driving itself through her. Her gut wrenched from the carnal desire within her as she slipped her tongue past Cranber's lips. She entwined their tongues, sucking the bloodied saliva from her captor's mouth.  The demon's fingers clenched down on her throat, talons digging into the side of her neck. She struggled to breathe, her kisses becoming sloppy and slow. Rigatona fought desperately against her shackles as her mind ebbed away with overwhelming pressure building within her. She moaned softly into the woman's mouth, focusing on the fingers curling within her. Her mouth broke away as she attempted to wrap her head around the sensations coursing through her body. 

Cranber's teeth sunk deeply into the soft flesh just above her breast, and the angel yelped in surprise as the overwhelming pleasure ruptured through her system. Her voice broke off in short, desperate, spurts as her body convulsed from the cascade of ecstasy within her. Cranber hummed, her voice vibrating the angel's open wound sensually. Rigatona gasped for breath as her body pushed against everything confining her. Fingers entwined with her exposed muscle and gore stained her skin as she felt herself climax from the abuse she had endured alone. Her sanity slipped lower and lower as she rode out the orgasm, her back arching and legs twitching.

Listlessly she hung her head, paying attention only to the extreme coils of pleasure and pain that her captor had pushed upon her. Rigatona's voice whined as Cranber drew all the gore she needed from the angel. Her face tinted a dark red from her own gluttonous lust underneath the scarlet stains.

"Hee-hee, my stupid proud angel came from that?" she taunted, pulling away for the first time since she'd thrusted her slender fingers into the angel.

Rigatona kept her head hung, disheveled hair framing her sweat and blood covered face and shoulders. She couldn't believe the rollercoaster of feelings she'd been forced to endure and yet, her soul yearned to be torn to pieces and used up indiscriminately. She wished to be the only angel the vampire bat before her feasted upon. Cranber smirked as she seemingly read through every thought in Rigatona's head.

"Why, you're just like a plaything all used up like this." she hummed as she picked the full jar of blood and flesh up, whisking herself away from the angel shackled to the wall. She set the jar on the island, her back turned to the exhausted, enervated angel. After it had been sealed tight, she cast a glance over her shoulder. The brunette had not said a word, just watched her. There wasn't a single remaining ember in the angel's crimson gaze. Her drive had seemed to drain from her. "Perhaps, after you rest your spirit will come back," the short woman suggested, not knowing if Rigatona could even comprehend her words. "Or perhaps, you'll just remain a doll the rest of your life."

Her toothy grin flashed affectionately, but the angel didn't know whether to be scared or captivated. Her thoughts on Cranber's words were muddled and perhaps, that was the only scary part to the situation as a whole. Maybe Rigatona wished to return home to her God's side; perhaps though, a life living as a doll for the enchanting demon gazing at her intensely was far more appealing.  

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A long refreshing breeze swirled over the peaceful lake before us. It smelt of moss and bark. The twilight sky was beginning to show glimpses of the stars, glittering in the vast cover of navy blue. The cold gust caused the rangy angel next to you to rest his head on your shoulder, his dark hair covering the light coloured blouse you adorned. You wrapped your arm around him comfortingly, allowing Tsurugigozen to nuzzle into you for warmth. It wasn’t often he was able to be openly affectionate but if there was any time, it would be now. He exhaled in a relaxed sigh, taking in the gorgeous scenery. You followed his gaze, watching the cherry blossom petals slowly drift to the water. The surface of the tranquil lake reflected the endless sky of stars. 

You squeezed him closer to you, and Tsurugigozen’s delicate features lit up with a warm smile. “Thank you for bringing me out here.”

You nodded slowly, eyes never leaving the soft ripples on the water’s surface when a petal would descend to it. “Of course. You needed a break and what better way than to spend it out here, with me?” 

“I could not agree more,” Tsuru murmured. 

You smiled, turning your head and planting a soft kiss atop his long, dark locks. “I wanted to show this place to you for a very long time.”

The angel looked up at you. “Really?”

You exhaled softly from your nose in amusement at his bewildered eyes. He wasn’t used to the gentle loving treatment you were treating him to. His shining gaze of trust was so pure and kind, it was nothing like the front he put up in front of Fumus and the other angel’s. 

“Yeah, of course,” you assured him warmly. “It’s so quiet out here so I wanted to show you what true peace felt like. Y’know,” you continued, shrugging. “Also because no one can hear you screaming.” 

Tsurugigozen looked at you as if you’d just stabbed seventeen people in the chest. His lips pressed together in a thin line of concern. “W-what?” he asked. 

You smirked. “I mean, we’re so far from everyone, even if you screamed at the top of your lungs, no one would ever hear you.”

Tsurugigozen’s concern only grew. You watched on in amusement as he shuffled away from your grip around his waist and scooted further. “You would not do that, though, correct?” he checked.

You tilted your head, glancing at your now empty arm. “Where are you going?” Redirecting the question, you patted the mossy earth where he had been just a few moments ago.

“Y/N?” he prompted.

“You’re acting so silly, Tsuru, come back,” you instructed calmly. He seemed to weigh his options carefully before shaking his head. You perked an eyebrow up, watching him slowly back away from you. “No?” you inquired.

He shook his head, and in a lapse of judgment turned to stand. You frowned and reached out. Your hand secured itself around his long, loose ponytail and you gave him a second to register the action and rethink. When the angel attempted to stand, you heaved a heavy sigh before yanking on the handful of hair in your hand. His yelp was high pitched as you dragged him back down. 

“Gosh, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” you patronized, pulling him closer to you. The man thrashed, trying to escape your grasp. You tighten your grip before adjusting your weight to loom above him. 

“This was really nice, but I think I hear Fumus calling me back now!” 

You paused, listening to the quiet forest. “I don’t hear anything except your whining,” you comment. 

He let out a soft pleaful whimper and you smiled softly at him, patting his hair with your free hand. His gaze softened as you stroked his sleek locks. He was so cute, assuming he could escape you so easily. Your hand gently trailed his cheek bones, caressing his face warmly before sharply retracting and flying forward, slapping the angel across the face. He cried out in another high pitched yelp and you chuckled. 

“You’ll behave for me, right, Tsuru?” you coo.

He nodded slowly, as if any quick movements would make you hit him again.

“Wonderful!” you exclaim giddily, letting go of him and clapping your hands. 

His eyes darted to your clapping hands before attempting to get away again, sprawling limbs trying to pull himself across the mossy ground quicker than you could catch him. You watched his fruitless efforts for but a single second before launching yourself forward calmly, easily pinning down his slender limbs. You planted your hand onto the back of his head, forcing his face into the earth as you straddled his waist, maneuvering around his large wings.

He thrashed beneath you trying to throw your weight off of him. A laugh escaped your lips at his cute, feeble attempts. Your free hand reaches behind you, aiming for his ass as you slapped him harshly. The crisp sound echoed in your surroundings followed by a muffled cry. 

“You told me you’d behave,” you scold, bringing your hand down again. You glared, forcing his face deeper into the moss beneath you as you mercilessly hit him. He cried out, thrashing desperately to get away. “And you’re still trying to get away!” you exclaim, voice dripping with exasperation. Once again you shift your weight, replacing your firm straddle with one heavy knee to contain him. Tsurugigozen’s black trousers are removed in one swift motion with his boxers, revealing his pale skin to the cool night. You could hear him pleading with you with his mouth full of the forest carpet but you ignored him, bringing your hand down on him again and again. 

You could hear his cries get more desperate as his skin turned a vibrant red and a loud chuckle left your lips. You grope the firm mounds of skin, nails digging into the abused skin. His prolonged whine sent a shiver down your spine in excitement. Your finger gently traced a sharp red mark upon his skin before dipping between the area you’d been hitting. You prodded softly at his hole, entering with the tip of your finger and wriggling it. His tight skin sucked at you as you slowly poked into his walls.

He thrashed against your touch again and you rolled your eyes. “Tsuru, you’re making this much more difficult than it has to be.” His movements didn’t cease after your careful warning and you frowned. “Fine, if that’s how you’d like to be!” you exclaim showfully. 

Carefully you line up your three fingers before shoving them roughly into him. His cry was so shrill he could hardly get the whole thing out. You forced your way in stretching him out and watching him writhe beneath you scornfully. His sex constricted around your fingers as you pushed them into him. His whines muffled from the moss stuffing his mouth effectively, you smirk at his pathetic display. As you slowly pump your digits into him, a loud squelching noise fills the serene night air. 

“You’re being so loud,” you say, “I hope no one’s around. Imagine what they’d think.”

You heard him whine beneath you again and your fingers curled within him. Tsurugigozen’s back arched against your carefully placed leg. You couldn’t tell if his whines had turned into moans or if he was planning on denying the pleasure he was being forced to endure until the end. You teased him slowly, listening as his cries got longer and higher pitched, turning to the moans you were so fond of. You could tell from his sex constricting tightly around you that he was growing close and a smirk played at your lips. 

“About to cum from me toying with you like this? Aren’t you ashamed?” you ask, loosening your grip on the back of his head.

He lifted his face, soft whimpers propelling themselves from his thin lips. “I’m not going to,” he cried out.

You roll your eyes. “Real convincing,” you say. You pull your fingers away from him and his moans turn into a small whine. His lack of stimulation gives your words weight. You watch his body squirm disappointedly for a few minutes before brushing your fingers over his hips. His skin seems to crawl at the delicate touch and you hear his voice quiver with anticipation.

“You don’t need my hand then, right?” you ask, giving him another chance for redemption.

The proud angel shook his head. “No,” he confirmed.

You tilt your head, humming softly. Ideas spun their way through your mind and you smiled at each act of sadism it was creating. With all the possibilities you land on two. “Then I guess you’ll just have to choose between something worse.”

He didn’t respond but his slight movements ceased. Your voice had dripped with lust and cruelty. He couldn’t see the malicious smile resting atop your lips or the way your eyes scanned the forest floor, gorgeous scenery long forgotten with thoughts of your own desires.

Finally, you continued; “So, I could either fill you full of the limbs of the sakura tree.” Tsurugigozen shuddered at the imagery that had undoubtedly conjured in his mind. “ Or , You can just see how far you get with your poor erection on the mossy ground.”

You could tell by the way he shrunk beneath you that his face had recoiled. Your hand gently lifts his hips from the mossy earth and exposes his erection. You chuckle softly and he forces his hips from your grasp, hiding his shame into the forest floor once more. You tap his waist gently, prompting him for a response. You can hear the wet click of the angel’s mouth opening but just as quickly his lips shut tightly. 

“What’s it gonna be, Tsuru?” you sing to him softly. He whines at your voice desperately. “If you’d like to stall, I could just pick for you.” You grab one of the many twigs laying in the moss and snap it between your fingers. The way his breath pauses brings a smile to your face. You loved seeing him have to think about something so carefully.

He doesn’t say anything to you, just forces his hips to rock against the mossy ground. You watch in amusement as he whimpers from his own movements. You shift your weight from his back, allowing him to move more freely. His movements became longer, pushing his sex into the mossy blanket. You move closer to watch his face contour from the shameful pleasure you had forced him into. His fragile scarlet eyes gazed at yours for but a moment before tears welled in them.

You cherish the pathetic look staining his once proud face, before placing your hands on his waist. The pressure you apply is gentle yet precise, assisting him in rocking his hips into the ground. Tsurugigozen’s tears streak his cheeks as you force him to carry out your will. His whimpers mix with his sobs as you make him move quicker, forcing his movements deeper into the moss bed. The sobbing echoing from his lips and his tear stained face causing your insides to churn wickedly, a cruel grin curling at the edges of your mouth. 

You could feel your sex quiver at the spectacle before you as he desperately grinds himself faster. “I’m not even helping you anymore, Tsuru,” you coo at the dark haired angel.

His eyes widen at the statement and realization dawns on him. Whatever shred of dignity had been left in his body shattered as he did. His sobs grew louder, tears streaming from his eyes in streams, still though, his hips continued to rock against the ground. You laugh at him, removing your hands from his waist and allowing him to feel how quickly he was forcing himself to move. His voice choked on his wails as he cried, echoing on the dark lake water before them. 

You raise your hand at him again, smacking the back of his thigh roughly. He yelped loudly, but instead of slowing from the harsh action, Tsurugigozen moved his hips quicker. You hit him again, harder. He moaned from the blow, his movements becoming more erratic. His face contorted, eyes squeezing shut. His sticky white seed shot from his sullied tip, staining his dark dress shirt. You could see the liquid seeping thickly through the moss. His hips slowed their continuous thrusts. You watch him for a moment as he begins to calm down, quiet tears seeping down his cheeks. 

Gently you roll him over, holding Tsurugigozen in your arms and kissing his sweat covered forehead. He cries in your arms, snuggling deeper into your embrace. You smiled condescendingly at the pathetic angel allowing him to rest, your eyes gazing through the pink flowers above to see a vast starry night sky.

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Aconita exhaled breathily, trying to distract her mind from the current happenings in front of her. A head of blonde hair was pressed against her chest, listening intently to her heartbeat. SHe had tried to pull away on several occasions but without her supply of knives and mobility, she was completely at the demon’s mercy. The red rope she’d been following to get to this point had been wrapped tightly around her legs, tying her down to a chair’s thick wooden armrest. The fallen angel was positioned on the lap of her captor, her panties discarded long ago and her walls enveloping his shaft. She wasn’t aware how long they’d been positioned like that, just that her slick had long dripped down her thighs and onto his lap. Every slight movement caused small whispers of pleasure, and she despaired at the idea of being stuck above the demon for any longer, unable to move even her arms which had been tied with the same rope of fate over the demon she was stuck sitting on.

He, on the other hand, seemed unbothered by the fallen cherub’s predicament. His tail twitched happily as he listened to her heartbeat pound in her chest. Every so often he’d adjust his position, his member thrusting gently inside of her and her voice unfolding from her lips cutely. Her heartbeat would quicken each time he adjusted and without fail his joy would soar. His soulmate was an angel, he couldn’t be happier. She’d been easy enough to unarm, and even easier to tie down with her small stature. Kyou couldn't be happier that the one he was fated to spend the rest of his life with was the cherub sitting atop his lap for as long as he desired. 

“Do you know how long you’ve been like this?” he asked her, burying his head even deeper into her small chest.

Aconita growled. “Hours could have passed and yet your incessant form of affection is unbeknownst to me.”

Her words brought a smile to Kyou’s lips and he shifted his position within her warmth once again. The cherub squeaked once again, attempting to keep her weight even to escape some of the ruthless teasing. “It has been hours,” the demon confirmed. He lifted his head from her chest, looking into the scary glare residing on her face. 

The air between them was hot and although her eyes were fierce, Aconita’s pale skin was flushed. “Can you just finish what you're doing, then?” she asked, the smallest hint of desperation in her voice.

“Eager are we?” Kyou asked, gently pushing his hips up into her once again. She looked away, burying her face into his shoulder as another soft squeak left her lips. 

The sensation of his sex had filled her completely, the soft pressure it put in her gut doing well to keep her attention for the hours he’d kept her like this. Every time he moved his hips into hers was agonizing. With her limbs secured so tightly, though, the fallen angel could only endure.

“I’m not eager, I just wish to be done with this farce.”

“I hardly find it to be a farce at all,” Kyou told her, his tone sounding hurt, almost as if he still had his humanity. Something Aconita wasn’t used to demons’ having. Perhaps fate had not been the cruelest tying her to some pervert obsessed with beating hearts. Catching herself on her thoughts, she shook her head. Kyou gazed at her for a moment, amused by her puzzled face, no doubt, before ducking his head back into her small chest. He nuzzled against her, pressing his ear above her heart. 

Her heartbeat continued to pitter at its normal speed but the rhythmic pulse was more than enough for Kyou. He breathed in her scent, completely intoxicated by the fallen cherub’s presence. He moved again, his shaft burying itself deeper into her warmth. She gasped, her heartbeat quickening from the stimulation. Kyou exhaled breathily, her reaction exciting him.

“Besides,” he continued finally, “how can i savor the sound of your throbbing heart if I finish this so quickly.”

“It hasn’t been quick!” Aconita exclaimed, desperate for release from the ache in her sex. “None of this has been quick!”

Kyou kept his ear on her chest, listening to her pulse rise with her voice. His hands gripped onto her thighs, the pressure sending shivers down her spine. His claws digging into her pale skin as the sound aroused him further. He had made the petite angel desperate, chipping away at her strong will minute by minute. His control over the situation was painstaking, and as he was now, even riled by the rhythmic thrumming in her chest, he could force her to take his length for the rest of the day. His lips curled up at the thought. Perhaps he could even keep this up through the night.

“Kyou! Are you even listening? Cut this out!” Aconita attempted to thrash her legs to prove a point but the rope shared by the two of them bound her so tightly that even the small movements she could do amounted to nothing but small pins of pleasure.

“You’re shouting at the very demon you wish mercy from?” he pointed out, his voice muffled by her dress.

“Fuck mercy! Just unbind me!” she shouted.

Kyou’s hands let go of her thighs and for a moment the fallen cherub seemed to believe he would free her. She waited for her restraints to come loose so that she could take control over the frustrating situation she had found herself in, but the movement never came; instead the demon’s hands crawled from her skirt to her chest, easily finding their way to her erect nipples.

He rolled them between his fingertips, feeling her entire body come alive with the soft movements. She leaned into his touch, soft whimpers escaping her lips in a chorus. Her hands clenched into fists, the red rope around her wrists tightening as her muscles tensed. 

Her hips attempted to roll for any sort of restriction but just pressing up into her was enough to force her still as the rope pulled taught. She whined desperately as he pinched her sensitive buds, pulling them gently. Aconita couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so desperate. So full. She could feel her own fluids dripping from her hot thighs onto his lap. Her head leaned forward as he teased her, every carnal desire within her head so consuming she felt as if she was being eaten alive. She just wanted to be freed from the torture she’d endured for hours. His length deep inside her was driving her insane. 

“Your heartbeat is so quick it might as well jump from your chest,” Kyou told her, his breath so hot she could feel it through the cloth between her skin and his. 

Aconita couldn’t respond, her voice drowned out by her own desperate moans. Her entire body felt hypersensitive and every moment Kyou’s hands were on her body the hotter she felt. Her will to be resilient towards him was crumbling more and more every moment she was stuck under his touch. 

“You know, if you beg for mercy, perhaps I’ll release you.”

Aconita’s eyes had been closed but upon hearing his words her eyes snapped open in a cold glare. “I, ah- I would, nngh, rather die!”

“Suit yourself,” he replied nonchalantly, not even looking up to meet her fierce gaze. 

Hearing his casual response to her declaration finally let it sink in. Aconita realized that Kyou didn’t care how long it took. He didn’t care if she gave in to him or not. He was only enraptured in her pulse, and as long as breath still left her lips, and blood still flowed within her body, She would be satisfying his needs.  

The realization was enough to shatter her resolve immediately. The uncertain time frame of how much longer she’d be stuck with his length penetrating deep into her enough to make her take back her words near immediately.

“Okay, ahn- Okay,” she stammered, his relentless touch whisking moans from her mouth between her words. “P-please, Kyou,” Aconita begged.

Kyou’s touch paused, and his hips settled, allowing the rope tying her to slack just a little. “One more time?” 

The fallen cherub huffed. “Please, I can’t take it anymore, I need you.”

Kyou lifted his head, smirking at the helpless angel. Wordless, he bucked his hips up into her, reclining gently in his chair to reach her depths easier. Her voice exploded from her in short cries as he thrust into her sex. His speed ruthless, Aconita was helpless to the sensation of his long shaft pushing in and out of her, the pressure within her gut growing with each thrust. Her body doubled over, leaning over his shoulders as her hands clenched together. 

His movements forced her body to bounce with him, making his member bury itself deeply each and every time. Her voice was as sweet as the pulse pounding in her chest, a sound that Kyou had grown so accustomed to, he had already decided he wanted to listen to it for the rest of time. He could feel her walls clench around him tightly with each movement, and he smirked in satisfaction, Aconita would likely never leave his side either. Fate had bound them together for a reason, after all, and they’d both be damned before they left each other’s side.

His thrusts accelerated as her moans grew more rapid and her arms tightened around his shoulders, hugging herself to him. The pleasure pushing against her walls, sent her crescending into the sensation. Her mind seemed to blank as her walls clamped around Kyou’s shaft hard enough to make him grunt one last thrust into her before his hot seed erupted deep into her sex. 

“K-Kyou!” Her moan came as almost a scream as her body was overcome with the pleasure consuming her every thought. As her muscles tensed, she could feel the red ropes of fate tightening around her limbs. 

Finally the heavy sensation calmed down and she lay limp against Kyous strong, broad chest, her long dark hair stuck to her sweaty skin. Kyou kissed the top of her head affectionately and she felt the ropes binding her loosen before falling to the ground with a soft thump . He held onto her gently as she calmed down, his presence firm and comforting. She breathed a long breath, feeling safe despite the abrupt events that had followed after their chance meeting. 

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Idate felt his head hit the ice beneath him hard enough for the hard crystals to cut into his scalp. The orca atop him never reacted to his persistence this way, but he supposed perhaps everyone had their breaking points. Even with the blood trickling from the small wound at the back of his head, Idate couldn’t help but smile charmingly at him. Gris glared angrily at the sperm whale, hands balling into fists with his crisp black suit trapped within.

“So forward,” Idate commented, voice silky and confident.

The orca grit his teeth angrily, the hatred shining in his eyes was all consuming and he brought his clenched fists towards himself, dragging Idate along with him before slamming him into the ice repeatedly. Idate’s head spun from the impact, but even with his grey hair sticky with his own blood, the predator who had him pinned was radiant.

“I’m not trying to fuck you, Idate,” Gris spat, his violent jerking seizing as he pressed against his throat. “I’m trying to permanently get you out of my hair.”

Idate smirked, not fighting the orca’s hands which were focused solely on asphyxiating him. “Or you could just let me run my hands through your hair”

Gris rolled his eyes before settling back into his pointed annoyed glare. “Fuck yourself.”

Idate’s smirk seemed to grow even larger. “Fuck me yourself, coward.”

The orca still pressing into his throat growled in exasperation. He knew he was getting under Gris’ skin. He lived to see the other’s reactions. Several moments of silent tension coiled around the two as he expelled the air from the Idate’s throat. His mouth opened just slightly, his breathing more shallow as he lifted his chin and looked at the vacant ocean in the distance. Gris pressed down harder, Idate found it hard to focus from the lack of oxygen circling in his system but he could hear it. The orca’s breathing was heavy.

Experimentally, Idate pushed his hips into Gris’ straddle. The raven haired man’s eyes narrowed and his hands squeezed tighter around his throat. Idate coughed as more of his precious oxygen was forced from his body. Jealousy for the breath Gris breathed so freely threaded itself into him as he dropped his hips back down. Perhaps he’d pushed him too far. The thought crossed his mind fleetingly as he struggled to drink in the little air he could. His hand gently pulled at the orca’s, trying to coax him into releasing his throat.

His grip on Idate’s neck waned and the whale gasped for air wordlessly. “You look good fighting for your life,” Gris spat, watching in disdain at the pathetic display beneath him. He coughed as oxygen flooded his body, squirming beneath the orca. “Perhaps, you should do it more often.” His tone was threatening but it only served to send prickles of interest through Idate.

“Care to make me?” he offered.

For a moment, Gris seemed taken aback at his words, but after a moment his hands returned to Idate’s bruising throat. “Should’ve figured you were that kind of sick pervert.”

He choked out a laugh as fingers pressed into his arteries, decreasing the blood flow to his brain. “You’re the one getting off to hurting me,” he pointed out smugly.

Gris shifted his hips slightly before narrowing his eyes. Idate’s half erect member no doubt pressing into his inner thigh. “Of course you’re already getting turned on from this, though. You like to hurt,” he began, pressing down harder. “You love to push me just to see how far you can take it before I snap.”

Idate groaned at his words, his hips adjusting under the other’s weight. The air felt like pins in his throat as he threw his head back to get air more easily.

Gris leaned down, his lips close to Idate’s ear. “So,” he growled, “how far did you push me? Was it enough?” His hot breath tickled, stimulating Idate’s skin.

Idate bit his bottom lip softly, wincing at the growing pressure on his throat. His blurry eyes made contact with Gris’ obsidian depths. He nodded the best he could, breath hitching painfully in the little room left for him to breathe. “Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely.

Gris stared flatly, a frown tugging his lips into a tight line with his dissatisfaction at Idate’s response. He was pressing down so hard he swore he could feel the tendons and bone creaking under his grip.

“Too much,” the whale beneath him wheezed.

“My grip or how far you pushed me?” Gris prodded.

Idate struggled against the death grip on his fragile neck. His mouth opened wordlessly in desperation. Oxygen had entirely left his system and his mind spun as he tried to formulate his words.

“It’s rude not to respond,” Gris told him.

“Pl… ease…” Idate begged, his mind reeling at the amount of force Gris was displaying. Even fighting for his life, he found Gris alluring.

He shook his head, disappointed in the whale. His hands released their crushing grip and Idate heaved gasps of the cold, frigid air. Hips unlocked their pinning weight before pale hands undid Idate’s pants.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked cautiously, words soft as he panted. He was too dazed to truly understand the predicament he’d forced himself into.

“Punishing you,” Gris replied calmly, removing the clothing articles covering his bottom half with little trouble. Cold air embraced him and he winced. If Gris had not been the only thing he held true attraction for, he doubted he could’ve genuinely felt as turned on as he still did. Gris ignored the aching member though, instead prodding a finger roughly around his tight hole.

Idate gasped at the sensation, his foggy mind, reeling at the smallest touch. Gris watched with cold, narrowed eyes as he gently pressed against his entrance, stretching his skin slowly. Flaring crimson heat crawled over his body, cancelling out the biting cold of their barren icey surroundings, a soft groan creeped from his tongue as he felt his cock swell more from the gentle stimulus.

Gris eyed it dispassionately, his distaste about the situation evident all over his face, still though his fingers slipped past Idate’s tight entrance. His fingers slid deeper inside of him, pressing into his walls as he did. The whale beneath him moaned softly at the touch, had it been one of his regular targets, perhaps he would’ve found it entertaining, but the fact that he was enjoying himself only served to infuriate Gris.

A growl dripped from his tongue as his movements became rougher, ruthlessly stretching Idate out before replacing his soiled fingers with his shaft. Idate, still enjoying himself, was moaning with each breath and his back arched as Gris slammed into him. The orca gritted his teeth at his grating voice that strung their chorus through the air before clamping his hands down onto his throat. His hand prints still lay their red marks on his skin and were hot to the touch as they fit onto the areas like a puzzle piece.

He squeezed down, watching Idate’s face contort desperately as he continued to slam his member into him. Oxygen left him with each thrust as if Gris’ length filled him up completely and he fought desperately just to breathe. His moans came out as forced wheezes and tears stung the corners of his eyes as he became light headed. Each thrust that forced his back to scrape against the ice stung. It was all too tantalising.

The orca watched as Idate’s hands desperately pried at his tight grip with satisfaction. His mouth was agape as he struggled, and the biting air turned the glistening cavern dry. Gris smirked as he gathered his own saliva, spitting into Idate’s open mouth. The liquid caused him to choke as he desperately pulled what oxygen he could get in, and his body convulsed dangerously as the Orca slammed into him. Gris felt his body ripple with a sadistic laugh as his hips connected with the Idate’s. Each thrust forced a desperate cough to expel from the whale’s lips, and his moans gurgled in his throat.

Gris could feel his pleasure begin to swell and ache within him, the stimulation of Idate’s insides enveloping his cock tightly as he violently bucked his hips forward causing him to grunt each time. His dark eyes bore down on the pathetic spectacle beneath him; the cocky whale who’d so desperately wished for these events to transpire clawed at his hands for release. For air. And it was Gris’ choice to grant him that right. The feeling coiled within him, and he felt his cock twitch inside the whale. He pushed his length in as deeply as he could manage, the wet squelch accompanying the quick action mixed into the chorus of desperate gurgles and carnal groans.

Hot, thick, seed spurted from his tip, spreading deep into Idate’s insides. Gris exhaled heavy pants as he readjusted himself. His tight clamp on Idate’s neck loosened and the haggard, broken breaths filled the air. Gris cast a sideways glance at the soiled mess laying upon the ice, noticing the small string of semen from his own member staining his stomach.

“Seems to me like you enjoy getting trampled on,” Gris commented, pulling his length out slowly. Semen pooled from his entrance onto the ice.

Instead of responding, Idate curled up, still panting heavily. Gris smirked at the display, satisfied with the mere idea that perhaps the rough encounter would deter the persistent whale from bothering him for quite a while. He stood, doing up his own garments before striding away from the spectacle he left behind, not sparing another glance.

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Another peaceful night had taken hold of Reficul’s domain. The quiet, clean air flowed briskly through the window, flooding the room with the smell of the cold and cedar. She sits atop a lovely plush armchair, decorating the corner of her shared quarters with her lovely wife, who by all accounts had not been seen since dinner. The Devil’s eyes scanned the white pages of her book quickly, absorbing the words of an acquaintance's old work. Magic turned the pages for her as she sipped a smooth jasmine tea.

The only way her night could get better was if her aforementioned wife coiled in through the doorway to enjoy the night air with her. Reficul huffed a quiet sigh as she waited, sending pointed glances at the warm yellow light seeping into the room from the doorway. She crossed her legs high impatiently. When Sin did finally arrive, Reficul would take no short amount of time to show just how much she’d missed her. Resigning herself to the thought of her lovely wife taking a few more hours minimum to return to their quarters, the Devil turned her focus back to the text in her hands.

She’d always had a consistent soft spot for Sin. The other demons she’d spent most of her time with were either far too drab or far too easy to bully. Sin though, had a radiant beauty in every aspect, one that was very hard to ignore, and one that Reficul couldn’t destroy willingly. So this evening she’d cast away any annoyances she’d held for her wife and the events taking place. The night was young, afterall, and they only had forever.

As her occupied mind pondered those thoughts, Reficul failed to hear the slithering that accompanied Sin’s heavy snake tail. The serpent, basked in the warm colours of their hall lights, adorned nothing but a soft yellow towel around her supple breasts. Water dripped from her gently waved tea green hair onto the hardwood floor and her emerald scales coiled in a thick pool beneath her as she watched Reficul from the doorway, a smile warming her face.

“Good book?” she called out gently.

Reficul glanced up quickly, startled from her thoughts. The book closed with a soft snapping noise and the Devil rolled her crimson eyes. “Hardly. The ramblings of Satanick are never something I could call good,” she murmured, casting the text aside. Sin’s airy chuckle brought a smile onto her face. She held her arms out wide, Inviting the serpent to her.

Sin slithered across the room quickly, launching herself with a gleeful look into Reficul’s strong arms. Enveloped in the safe wingspan of her wife, the deity nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. “Satanick hmm?” she cooed.

Reficul nodded. “About that airhead I was punishing up until a while ago.”

Sin nodded in understanding, electing to snuggle in closer rather than respond. Reficul kissed the top of her wet hair, the sweet scent of lilies wafting into her nose. The serpent she adored looked up at her with her kind scarlet eyes, pursing her lips expectantly.

Reficul watched in amusement as her wife began pouting more and more as time passed where she had not kissed her. “I thought you’d be forever,” she said.

Sin’s face scrunched up grumpily. “You could’ve joined me in the bath.”

“You run the water too hot, my dear,” Reficul explained, patting her head softly. She twisted the water from her long locks softly, as she played with her partner’s hair.

“That doesn’t stop you most times.”

“It does sometimes, though.”

Sin shrugged before pursing her lips again. “Kiss,” she demanded cutely.

The Devil smiled warmly before leaning down and pressing her lips to Sin’s. Their nights often ended up in passionate kisses entangled within their sheets, and with Sin’s demanding attitude and her towel already coming loose on her chest, she deemed this night would end much the same. Her lady’s word was her will. She caressed her wife’s face as she peppered soft kisses on Sin’s lips.

The serpent giggled at her tenderness, drinking in Reficul’s warmth. She leaned her face in more, kissing back sweetly. Sin tasted refreshing and cool, like mint and cucumber. Her lips were plump and warm, and the Devil felt as though everything about the interaction was a loving embrace. Her teeth gently grazed the Deity’s lower lip and she felt the serpent shudder in her arms. She held Sin closer to her chest, the simple garnet she wore to bed dampening at the contact of her thick hair. Locks of hair clung to her exposed skin as Reficul pushed her tongue past Sin’s lips.

She ran her tongue over her wife’s, their saliva mixing into one. Their unity made the air between them intoxicating, and Sin pushed her body against Reficul hungrily. Their tongues swirled around each other, dancing passionately. The Devil’s slender fingers gently twisted into the light green hair atop her head, pulling softly to lean her head back more. She sucked her tongue into her mouth and Sin whimpered softly.

Sin’s hands wrapped around Reficul’s neck as they massaged their tongues together. The Deity wriggled free of the tightly wrapped towel, the fabric slippy off her soft, shapely breasts. Her forked tongue wrapped around her Devil’s, rubbing the sides tenderly. Reficul took full advantage of her wife’s exposed bust, her one free hand slipping from the supporting grip it had on her waist to gently knead the skin. Her back arched, pushing her chest deeper into the Devil’s grasp. Reficul smiled into the kiss for a moment before pulling back for air. A thin string of clear saliva clung to both of their lips. It stayed as they breathlessly pulled in air, their shared breath dizzying in a way that caused Reficul’s insides to prickle. With heavy lids, Sin lapped up their shared line of salvia, her tines gathering it with ease.

“I feel bad for making you wait so long,” she murmured.

Reficul shook her head. “Don’t be, my dearest. For you I would wait an eternity.”

Sin sighed happily, her lover’s words melting her. Her heavy coils wound down to the floor and her torso followed languidly. Reficul’s watchful eyes rested on her paused figure, her face positioned between the Devil’s legs. “Let me serve you, my lady,” she offered.

She smiled down at her, caressing her face, her fingers taking in every curve in her soft features. “If that’s what the heart desires.”

Sin outstretched her hands, hooking her fingers on the hem of Reficul’s clothing and pulling them down swiftly. She gently spread her wife’s legs more, resting her chin on the soft reading chair Reficul sat in. She breathed in her lover’s scent as she brought her face in close, eyeing her folds in excitement. Sin poked her tongue out, delving into her wetness and spreading it. Her tongue flicked softly against Reficul’s clit and her lover moaned softly. Her soft exhale tickled her slick entrance and another soft whine left her slightly parted lips. Her fingers carded through her damp locks, pulling her face closer.

Long fingers pushed past her sex and curled inside of her as her tongue massaged the sensitive nub. Reficul’s hips ground onto the Deity’s face roughly as her back arched. Sin, forfeiting her breath, made her movements stronger, skillfully teasing her sensitive folds. Her hands groped the flesh of her thighs. Reficul tasted of citrus and sugar on Sin’s tongue and she savoured every bit of it as she lapped. The Devil pulled at her hair as she moaned softly. Her thighs pressed into Sin’s face, squeezing her softly.

Undeterred to the soft feeling of pressure on either side of her face, Sin wrapped her tines delicately around Reficul’s clit as her fingers curled deeper within her. Her tongue swiftly rolled on her nub and her Devil moaned loudly. Her legs shook from the pleasure, closing tightly on Sin’s face. The deity whined, the vibrations from her voice spreading down her delicate tongue.

Reficul squeezed her eyes tight as her head tilted back, long, soft hair flowing off the back of her chair. Her world seemed to pause as her pleasure took over her body. Her moans became erratic as her nails dug into Sin’s scalp. The feeling of Sin’s tines shaking against her sensitive bud sent her mind reeling. Her hips pushed against her wife’s face, desperately craving more. Sin was not one to disobey her lover’s whims. Her forked tongue coiled quicker and she slipped a third digit deep into her entrance.

Reficul gasped in a loud shaky moan, as her mind blanked. Her pleasure tensed for a moment before it crashed down all at once. Her tongue cried out a mixture of curses and the Deity’s name as her thighs crushed Sin’s soft face. The serpent continued flicking her tongue as Reficul’s walls tightened around her fingers, allowing her to ride out the powerful orgasm. She continued her strong movements until Reficul’s voice calmed, her soft whimpers spreading their gentle chorus through the room. The tense pressure around her head lessened as the Devil relaxed and she looked up, gasping softly for the clean, crisp night air that gently swirled in through the window.

Reficul stared heavy-lidded at her darling wife, moving her hands to Sin’s cheeks to make her look up. “I love you, darling.”

Sin blushed at her tender words, averting her crimson gaze bashfully. “Oh Master Reficul, you make me the happiest woman in the world!”

“You’re being far too formal, my sweet wife.” She grasped Sin’s hands tightly before pulling her back onto the chair into her lap and holding her closely.

“I love you too,” Sin murmured softly, nuzzling close.