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You’re ditching class, like usual, hiding in the bathroom whilst mumbling to yourself about how bold you are because you’re so bold that you earned +2 BOLD when Damien walks in looking more punchy than usual. Since you’re worried about your spicy friend, you go check on him. Definitely not because you have an insatiable need to always be up in everyone’s business and you think maybe if you help him you might increase a love meter or something, obvi. 

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask. It’s a dumb question. He’s currently banging his head against the bathroom’s wall, obviously he’s not okay. 

“Do I fuckin’ look okay?” He retorts, still banging his head against the wall. 

You fear he might break his other horn so you take him by the shoulders and lead him to the sinks where the nearest wall is a few feet away. “What’s up?”

“It’s my fucking dads. They have a bet going on that I can’t go without committing arson or murder before prom in 3 weeks. So I was all ‘YOU WANNA FUCKING BET?’ And they were all ‘yeah, uh. That’s why we said we bet you can’t go without committing arson or murder before prom in 3 weeks.’ So, I agreed to their terms and if I win I’m allowed to burn and or kill what I want when I want. But if I lose they’re gonna take away all of my flame throwers.”

You think that’s kind of a dumb bet. Ya know, since he already burns and kills whatever he feels like but you don’t bring that up. Instead, you try to find a way to cheer him up. “I mean… you can still beat up goblins and such, right?”

“Are you deaf? I already said I’m not allowed to kill anything!”

“You can beat someone up without killing them, you know?”

Damien just stares at you for a second before speaking again, “we both know I don’t have that kind of self control.” 

He’s not wrong. “Okaaaay, well, there has to be another way you can get all of your angsty rage out without arson or violence.”

“Yeah? How? I’m full of fire and hormones, man! I need to raaaaaage!!!” 

“You could try to fuck it out?” You say boldly. Man, that was a pretty bold suggestion! 

And the grin that has spread on Damien’s face shows that he agrees. “Are you offering your body?”

Oh shit! Alright, be cool. Don’t freak out. Act like you aren’t even affected by that question. Be chiilll. “Oh, yeah. 100%. Abso-fucking-lutely. Any time, any place,” excellent . 

Damien’s grin turns into a smirk as he eyes your body before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. Hot . “Any time, any place?”

You nod vigorously, giving yourself whiplash and definitely rocking that cool and calm vibe we’re going for. “ Any. Time. Any. Place.”

“Good, the bet starts next week. Make sure you keep your phone on hand at all times,” lol. When is it not? “And when I call, you come. No questions asked,” Damien walks out with a super sexy wink and you stand there wondering if this was a dream. Well, it’s not!

Chills envelop your whole body as you anticipate the next 3 weeks and how they are gonna be spent. Not only did you suggest something super bold, boldy McBold pants, but you’re now gonna spend the next 3 weeks having hot, intense sex with Damien fuckin’ LaVay anytime he needs to let off some steam. You gain +3 BOLD, +2 FUN and a whooole bunch of condoms because, trust, you’re gonna need them. 

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You’re in the library, scamming handfuls of old men Into giving you money for feet pics you stole from the internet (Sadly they’re all cheapskates so you only earn +2 MONEY ), when your phone buzzes with a text from Damien. 

     “Where r u?” 

     “Libary.”

     “Library*” 

     “Gross Come to the bathroom”

You beam at the text as your whole body heats up. It’s time.

With much, much, muuuch haste, you make your way to the bathroom where Damien sits on the sink with an inpatient look painted on his face. Not literally painted, of course. 

“What took you so long?” He asks as he hops off the counter. 

“I had to run down like 3 flights of stairs,” you huff completely out of breath from running down like 3 flights of stairs.

Damn, looks like you didn't have enough haste. Sucks that that’s not a stat in this game and you can’t go to a specific location and do a wacky action to boost your haste levels. 

Damien scoffs and crosses his arms, “whatever,” he mumbles. A moment of silence passes before he looks over at you again. “Don’t just stand there like a fucking noob, come here!”

You nod, turning to lock the bathroom door before Damien stops you. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I was gonna lock the-“

“Don’t!” The red boy smirks as he walks towards you. 

His power and sexiness is almost too much to handle. You might faint. But you don’t faint because if you faint you can’t fuck him and that the whole reason you’re here. Damien stops inches away from you, pinning you between himself and the door like one of those sexy anime boys as you look up at him with your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

“The chance of getting caught will make this all the more fun.” 

You don’t even have time to react or ask about his Exhibition kink before Damien’s lips latch onto yours. The kiss is hot, needy but not at all as romantic as you had thought it would be. Which makes sense. You’re not here for romance. You’re here to get your brains fucked out. Ain't no time for romance during that shit.  

You gasp, pleasantly surprised, when Damien lifts you up, never breaking the kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you back to the sinks where he sets you down on top of the counter where he finally breaks the sloppy kiss. You look up at him to meet golden eyes filled with lust. A lust for you! Well, probably just lust in general. You’re not that special. Anyway, Damien licks his lips seductively as he eyes your body again before he lets out a frustrated groan. 

“Wha- Whats wrong?” You ask in a panic, afraid you did something that was gonna fuck up this whole deal. Which, let’s be real, you probably did.

“Why the fuck are your pants still on?” Damien asks in an angry tone before he begins working on unbuttoning your pants for you.

“Uhh…”

“Shut up! Nevermind!” he demands as he successfully rips the bottoms from your body, taking your underwear with it in one clean swoop with barely any help from you. 

In any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed to have your cooch all out in the open like it is but there is no time for shyness when Damien is about to eat you out. You stop listening to the stupid narrorating and actually look to down to see Damien on his knees, spreading your legs. He looks up at you one last time, a huge grin spread across his face before he dives in. Your head shoots back the second he makes contact, his tongue immediately going for your clit and let’s just say forked tongues are nothing less of a blessing from whatever monster deity you worship. The two halves of his tongue chase each other around your clit in circles, drawing soft, delicious, moans from your lips.

Your breathing’s getting heavy as your hands find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as you push him closer to your center. You don’t have to guide him too much, he’s already doing an amazing job. His you tongue stops focusing on your clit for a second as it goes to explore inside you, lapping up at your insides before Damien replaces it with his fingers. 

“F-fuck” You moan out, your head flying back to hit the mirror with a loud ass smack! You’re pretty sure it cracked but you don’t have time to care about that right now. 

Damien looks up at you and smiles with a shake of his head. “Don’t crack your head open. I’d let you bleed out before I stop. I wasn’t expecting you to taste so fucking good!” He groans before diving back in. 

You smile at the compliment. He thinks you taste good~ but your smile drops when your breath leaves your lungs at him sucking on your clit again while pounding his fingers vigorously into your pussy. You let go of his hair and grip the counter with one hand while the other flies up to cover your mouth as you scream into it. 

Damien hums as he pumps his hand faster and his tongue starts lapping at incredible speeds. The two halves of his tongue moving against the sides of your clit to make the most incredible feeling surge through your whole body as your head flies back again. You hit the mirror a second time but you’re too high on whatever Damien’s doing to care. You look down at him and give a small smile when you see how focused he looks, only focusing on pleasuring you. When he pulls his fingers out there’s a brief moment of emptiness before he spreads your legs even more and begins working that magical tongue around every part of your core. Lapping up at your sex before diving inside of you again. 

You just short of scream when he moans into you as his hand starts rubbing your clit faster than all hell. God, you’re so close. Your hand drops from your mouth and finds his hair again as you guide him to your climax whilst his name leaves your lips in needy moans. 

“fuck, Damien, yes yes yes. Ohmygod! I’m gonna, Ah~ fuck!” 

You swear you can feel him smile against you as he works even faster and harder, his spare hand holding you down as you cum hard. Moaning loudly as he continues to lick all over your folds, extending the high of your orgasam while your body spasms and all you can do is moan. Once he’s finally stopped, topping it off with an excruciatingly long and slow flimsily lick of his tongue over the entirety of your throbbing cunt, you sit on the counter panting and reveling in the euphoria he delivered to you. 

“Next time,” he starts speaking, calling your attention to him as he wipes what remains of you from his face, “don’t you dare cover your mouth. I wanna hear that pretty voice the whole time,” and with that he sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks your wetness off of them. 

“y-yes sir!” You say when you finally find your voice again. “So, is it my turn?” You ask as you hop off the counter. 

Damien shakes his head as he walks towards the door. “Clean yourself up and get back to class.”

“what? But I didn’t even get to-“ you call after him in disbelief. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize this deal was about you ! I’m satisfied, and from the way you were screaming my name, I know you are too. I’ll see you at lunch.”

“But, but, but don’t you need to get off too?” You ask, tempted to follow him as he steps out the door but you’re half naked and that’d be totes awk. 

“I said I’ll see you at lunch. You can return the favor then.” And with that, the stupidly sexy red demon leaves the bathroom. 

“At lunch,” you repeat to yourself with a bashful smile. Snapping out of your stupid school girl daydreaming you do as told and clean yourself off and get dressed grimacing a little as you put your wet panties back on and leave the bathroom feeling a little bolder. 

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It’s lunchtime and you’re still high off your morning activities with Damien. Mmm, Damien. Speaking of hot spicy red boys, the very hot spicy red boy is waving you down to a table near the back of the cafeteria. You return the wave with a stupid looking smile on your face before walking toward him. As you near the table you notice that it’s slightly different from all other tables in the cafeteria. Since you’re a little low in the SMARTS department, it takes you a while to notice the difference is this very special table has a red tablecloth decorating it. 

“Has this table always had a tablecloth?” You ask as you place your tray of mediocre food down and slide into the seat across from Damien. 

“What? No! I bought it from Valerie.”

“Oh, okay,” you say with a nod before going to take a bite of your soggy, soggy sandwich when Damien reaches across the table and smacks it out of your hands. 

“Are you fucking stupid?!” He shout-asks, you almost respond with yeah, a little when you realize it was a rhetorical question. “Do you think I called you over here to watch you stuff your face with a gross-ass, soggy-ass sandwich?”

“...um…” you blink a few times as Damien waits for your answer with his usual expression of anger on his face. “...no?”

“Damn right I didn’t!” He shouts excitedly. “If you’re hungry I got something hot waiting for you under the table,” he smirks as he leans back into his chair. “I’m talking about my dick, if that wasn’t obvious. Also, don’t fucking actually bite my dick when you’re down there. I wasn’t implying that you can actually eat my cock, just like. Put it in your mouth for a little bit.” 

“Oh! Oh, oh! Okay! I get it now. The deal. Haha. Yeah, I’ll get right to that,” you giggle and try to slip under the table in a very cool and nonchalant way only to knock over the chair and your tray on the way down. 

Ignoring your peers laughing at your clumsiness, you crawl under the table until you’re on your knees face to face with Damien’s groin. You can already feel the heat pooling between your legs in anticipation as you reach for the zipper on his jeans, undoing his pants before you pull them down just a bit. Swallowing hard, you then reach into his boxers and pull out his cock as it starts to stiffen in your hand. It’s kinda dark under the table but you can still see the red of his dick and marvel at its size. Not like you expected anything less, this is an erotic fanfiction after all. 

“Do you think you could maybe hurry up?” You hear Damien ask from above you.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” with a deep breath you spit into your hand before you start pumping the demon prince’s cock. 

You watch as it hardens and grows even more with each stroke. Damien’s breathing gets a little heavier as you lick up the underside of his length. With another breath you wrap your lips around his head and draw circles on it with your tongue, lapping up his pre-cum in the process. You suck on the tip for a little bit before releasing it with a soft pop and prepare yourself to actually go down on him. 

His dick is hot. Not warm like normal body heat but hot like it just came out of the microwave. It’s warm on your tongue like a hot drink on a cold day and the way he shutters is equally as satisfying. As you bob your head up and down on his cock you feel his hand sneak under the table to grip your hair for a second before letting go. You don’t think much of it and just continue giving the demon head. 

“F-Fuck” Damien moans from above you and it ignites a spark through your body causing you to work faster, harder. 

You start working your hands at the base of his cock as you bob at the head again. Twisting your hands in a steady rhythm matching your head that causes the demon prince to grip the table and start throbbing in your mouth. He’s moaning but it’s muffled by what you assume is his hand over his mouth. You’re a little upset because you really wanted to hear him call out your name but given your current situation you can’t blame him. I mean, how awkward would it be if everyone in the cafeteria knew you were giving him an amazing blow job right now? And like all your friends gathered around the table and watched as he came apart in your mouth. Just the thought has you suuuper embarrassed. And not at all aroused. Like you’re definitely not soaking in your pants and moaning around Damien at the thought. 

No. Not at all. 

So, naturally, when you hear Miranda call out to Damien you don’t get even a little excited as you think about her looking under the table. If you couldn’t tell, I’m being sarcastic. You’re a nasty pervert and you’re absolutely turned on by the idea of getting caught with a dick in your mouth. (Not that I can judge though… I did write you to be this way. ...so proceed)

“Hellooo Damien~” Miranda sings as she stops in front of the table. 

You stop what you're doing, ready to play it off like you dropped your fork or something, when Damien’s hand lands in your hair again. He starts pushing down on him again as if to tell you to keep going and he definitely doesn’t have to tell you twice. You pick up the pace, ready to finish what you started as you listen in on their conversation. 

“Have you seen our weird little friend anywhere? The one who kinda follows us around and is always in our business? I had a question for her of utmost importance and I just can’t seem to find her.”

Damien clears his throat before speaking. “I.. ah! I can’t s-say I’ve seen her. Did you check the ba-bathroom?” 

“I did!” Miranda sighs. “I figured she was probably crying in a stall again or something but she wasn’t there. Nor the gym, library, classroom, auditorium, or even outdoors! And she’s not in here which is so weird. She’s always in the cafeteria during lunch.” 

“Y-yeah. So- fuuuck~ -ing weird.” 

“Speaking of weird, are you feeling alright? Your face is all pink and you’re breathing quite heavily. Not to mention you keep moaning like ‘aah~ oooh~’ and ‘aaaaaah~’ it’s quite concerning.”

You can help but smile at Miranda appreciating your work so you decide to show off. Moving from his dick to focus on his balls, sucking them generously as your hand pumps his cock with your hand. Twisting and squeezing as you jerk him off.

Damien stutters and shakes beneath you, “I- uh. I’m. I’m fine. This sandwich is just sooo good . Sooo fucking good. Fuck.”

Miranda’s silent for a second before she speaks again. “Okay, then. I’ll take your word for it. Strange though, my serfs had a sandwich for me today and they reacted as though it was lackluster. There definitely was no moaning or praise. 

“Fuck, Miranda! I dunno! Maybe- shit- maybe the lunch lady gave you a shitty sandwich or something?!”

Miranda gasps. “How dare she! I’ll definitely have to do something about this. Farewell.”

You can barely hear the click of her heels as she walks off over Damien’s panting. You can tell he’s close so you take him into your mouth again and work to finish him off, stroking him rhythmically as you suck off the tip of his dick. His cock throbbing and heating up in your mouth as you draw him closer and closer to his release. 

“F-fuck!” He moans through his teeth as he slams a fist against the table. “I- I’m gonna cum. Get ready.”

So you do. You smile and moan around him, the vibration sending him over the edge and with a twitch of his cock and a long moan into his hand he finally cums into your mouth. Though, it would’ve been nice if he told you his jizz is literally lava. 

“FUCK!” You shout at the pain as you jump up, hitting your head on the table loudly.  

“Jesus Christ! What are you doing?” Damien hisses as he lifts up the tablecloth to look at you spitting his cum into your hands, thus burning your hands, as you try to cool off your tongue.

“It’s hot!” You whine, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. 

“No shit, my organs are literally on fire. I thought you knew that.” You just sadly shake your head as you try not to cry from the 3rd degree burns on your hands, tongue and whole mouth. Damien sighs as he zips up his pants and walks away leaving you to deal with the mess. 

Or so you think. He soon comes back with a cup of ice water and a few wet rags. He hands you the water with a focused look on his face. You take the cup and nod your head in thanks before taking a few gulps and holding an ice cube in your mouth to cool your tongue. 

“Go to the nurse and get your hands checked out, I’ll clean up here.”

You mumble something that only kinda sounds like “you sure?” And Damien glares at you. 

“Fucking go before I change my mind. I should make you clean this shit up since you’re too pussy to swallow!” You consider reminding him that you’re not made to digest fucking lava but decide not to and let him continue. “If your hands are burned you can’t use them and I'm gonna need them for the next few weeks.”

You give him a weak smile and crawl out from under the table as casually as you possibly can. Which isn’t very casual after hitting your head and drawing the attention of at least half your classmates but hey, what can you do? You look back at Damien once more before walking to the nurse like told. You end up just getting some band aids that do jack shit, but this whole ordeal earned you +2 FUN and +1 BOLD for giving one helluva BJ under a table. 

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You’re chilling backstage in the AUDITORIUM helping Calculestor run lines for the upcoming play that’s always upcoming but never actually comes. Speaking of coming. More specifically, cuming. Even more specifically, cum. Your hands and tongue have completely healed which honestly makes the whole freak out you had at lunch kinda pointless. Like all that crying and whining about how much it “burns” and how you’re in “excruciating pain” kinda makes you look like a big ole pussy. Kveryone knows jizz (especially of the demon variety) has mega healing properties so your burns just healed themselves and now you have FIRE RESISTANT HANDS AND MOUTH. You’re welcome.

 Now you just need him to bust inside of you. Shit would hurt like helllll for a bit but fireproof pussy seems worth it. 

“Friend,” Cal speaks up in that adorable robo voice of his, “are you feeling alright? You’ve held your dramatic pause for approximately 193 seconds too long.”

“Sorry, Cal. I was just kinda zoning out there.”

“That’s alright. We can always run lines another time,” Cal’s screen showed the smiling emoji so you return the smile because how can you not smile at him. 

“Alright, maybe we can go help with the set designs then? I’m sure Scott will need someone to show him how to use a hammer,” Calculester nods and the two of you start walking off when Damien appears seemingly out of nowhere. 

“Hey, you busy?” The demon prince asks as he looks down at you.

“We were going to see if Scott-“ Cal starts before you cut him off very rudely. 

“NOPE!” You shout over the poor adorable robot. 

“Good, I need your help in the dressing room.”

You nod, wave goodbye to Calculester, and eagerly follow Damien into the dressing room. The second after you close the door behind you you’re pushed against it as Damien’s lips catch yours in a hungry kiss which quickly leads to a hot and heavy make out sesh. Good for you!

Damien’s kisses get rougher and needier with each passing second. He went from smooching to tugging on your bottom lip to full on biting it, probably drawing blood in his wake. You moan against his mouth as his hands work on undoing your pants. He moves away for a second to help you take off your shirt and to discard his own. You don’t even have time to take in the sight of him shirtless before his mouth is attached to your neck leaving you breathless with each hot press of his lips on your skin. From there it doesn’t take long for him to get your pants off and drop to his knees. An eager beaver if you’ve ever seen one. 

You look down at him and immediately blush as you see him smile up at you. “You’re soaked,” He chuckles. 

You look away, avoiding his eyes as you twiddle with your finger awkwardly. “Well, why wouldn’t I be? After all we’ve done this week, I’m just surprised it hasn’t soaked through my pants yet,” you sigh as he plants hot kisses on your thighs while you speak. “I think I’m gonna have to start bringing extra underwear with me.”

“Or just don’t wear any,” he suggests with another kiss inching closer to your throbbing cunt as he slides your panties down your legs. 

You don’t even have time to respond when his mouth is pressed hot against your core. His long, talented tongue lapping up your juices and savoring them as he explores your womanhood. He pushes your legs open wider as he positions himself beneath you. His mouth is latched onto your pussy as his tongue goes from dancing around your clit to sliding inside you and reaching unbelievable places. Your hand reaches for the doorknob for support as your legs start to feel weak with each movement of his skilled tongue. Your other hand covers your mouth to muffle your whimpers and the fiery demon beneath you brings you closer and closer to your orgasam just before all his ministrations stop and he pulls away. 

“A-are you done?” You fail to hide your disappointment as you watch him get to his feet. 

The demon prince chuckles with a shake of his head as he begins to take off his pants . “That was just a warm up, dumbass,” he grins as you devilishly (demonishly?) as he whips his dick out. 

You knew he was huge thanks to your lunchtime activities but seeing him in the light of the dressing room has you in awe. You continue to watch as he starts to roll a condom over his monster cock . 

“Won't your demon lava sperm just melt that?” You don’t mean to sound insensitive and stupid with that question but that’s how you come off. 

Damien sighs once his dick is fully protected by the rubber, which makes his dick look kinda purple, and shakes his head. “Nah, this is a special condom I bought from Valerie earlier. After you started screaming and crying like a baby because my jizz ‘gave you third degree burns’ I figured I should find a way around that to keep this going. So she sold me magical anti-lava condoms. Shit cost me hella money so hopefully it’ll stop your insides from catching on fire.”

You nod in agreement, “Hopefully.”

“Now, back to business,” Damien grins at you before his lips meet yours again. You can taste yourself on him but you don’t mind too much. Honestly, it’s kinda hot. 

His hands are on your body and his dick is rubbing between your thighs. Making sweet, sweet friction with your clit that makes you all the more wetter, which he uses to lube up. Damien pulls away from your kiss to watch as he disappears between your thighs with anticipation. Your own anticipation and excitement peaks as reality finally hits you. You’re about to Fuck Damien fuckin’ LaVey! You and every other horny monster in existence have been dreaming about doing that very thing for like forever. You’re literally living the dream. Good for you!

“You ready?” Damien asks sincerely as he looks into your eyes. His face is flushed and he’s breathing heavily. Shiiit, you might think he wants this more than you do.  

You waste no time before nodding. “Yes. Please fuck me, Damien.” 

As those hushed words reach his ears Damien grins in excitement and lifts up your leg to align himself with you. He looks at you again, silently asking if you’re ready one more time to which you answer with a nod to which Damien responds with by sliding his monster cock inside of you. You gasp as he fills you up, not big enough to hurt but big enough to make you feel so full already. 

“Fuck~” Damien moans as he takes a minute to adjust himself before he starts moving again. 

He starts slowly at first, shallow thrusts to stretch you out and prepare you for what’s next. Not that you’re complaining. With each thrust he bottoms out, practically hitting your womb each time. Your hands snake up his chiseled torso until the rest comfortably at the back of his neck where you play with his hair. Damien looks up at your face, into your eyes, in response. He examines your face for a moment in silence before he presses his lips to yours again. 

You melt into the kiss, high on the lust, when he pulls out almost all the way before slamming his cock into you hard and fast. You pull away from the kiss as your head flies back and your hand covers your mouth. Damien smiles, pleased with himself, as he continues to ram into your pussy. The lewd sounds of your bodies slamming into each other echoing throughout the dressing room are accompanied only by Damien’s heavy breathing and your muffled moans. 

Damien helps you maneuver your leg over his shoulder and suddenly you're wishing you would’ve stretched before this. Though, the pain in your leg fades soon as this new angle allows Damien better access to your g-spot and you practically cry when he repeatedly pounds into it. 

Damien cusses and moans under his breath and his free hand, the one not helping you stand, finds its way to your clit. You bite down on your hand to stop the near animalistic cry from escaping your throat at the sensation. You always knew Damien was a bit of a slut, but goddamn was he a skilled slut he is!

“What did I tell you before?” Damien growls before he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. He drops your leg from his shoulder and slaps your cunt, sending a painful sting through your whole body, making your eyes roll. “I said, no,” another slap, “covering,” another, “your fucking,” another, “mouth!” That one was extra mean. 

You have tears in your eyes, you don’t know if they’re from the pain or the pleasure but either way, you don’t care. You just moan and drop your hand from your mouth. “I’m sorry,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“That’s better,” Damien smiles evilly before slapping your sore, abused cunt another time, except this time you let out a little scream with nothing to stop the sound. Damien keeps smiling, now rubbing your pussy to soothe the sting, before he starts pressing into you again. 

You don’t hold back your moans anymore and instead let your strained voice join in the wet slapping sounds dancing through the room. Damien sighs happily with a few moans of his own before burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving bites and kisses in his wake. With each thrust your voice gets louder and you pray these walls are soundproof otherwise you won’t be able to look Calculestor in the monitor ever again.

 You’re starting to lose feeling in your legs and so you hold onto Damien tighter, digging your nails into his red skin. He approves of the sting with a bite on your collar bone. You think he might leave a mark or two and the idea only turns you on all the more. 

“How does my cock feel?” Damien asks once he prys his lips away from your neck. 

“So.. fuuuucking gooood!” You manage to say between your moans. 

Damien smiles and kisses along your neck again as his hand makes its way to your clit for a second time. 

You nearly choke as you stop yourself from screaming out in ecstasy. You’re so close, so fucking close but Damien shows no sign of stopping. 

You wiggle underneath him and tighten your grip both on his cock and his back while he relentlessly thrusts into you. You try to say his name, tell him to slow down, tell him you’re gonna cum, but all that leaves your lips is moans and gibberish. You don’t know how you're still standing as your body becomes increasingly limp to the pleasure and overstimulation. Damien throbs inside you before he moves his hand away from your aching clit. You nearly sob when he pulls out and nearly fall when he turns you around to face the door. 

You don’t ask any questions as he repositions you. He has yoy withyour legs spread, slick dripping down your tired thighs, and back bent with your face and your hands pressed against the door. He keeps his arm wrapped around your waist as aligns himself properly and rams into you at whole new speeds. Not time for gentle tenderness. You’re practically drooling as his hips push you against the door. You’re sure this position is a lot noisier than the first but it feels too good for you to even care. You’ll post a public Twitter apology to everyone later if you need to. For now, you just lose yourself in the feeling of Damien inside of you. 

His hands grip your hips to keep you in place as he thrusts into you over, and over, and over again. Fast and faster, harder and harder until your legs start shaking and you might black out. 

“Damiiiie-e-e-n,” you say through thick moans. “I’m g-gonna cum,” you warn him. 

Damien, too out of breath to give a verbal response, just nods and reaches for your clit again. You cry out and finally reach your climax with the extra stimulation. There’s tears in your eyes and a smile on your face as you continue to moan while Damien continues to ride you out. He slows for a minute, just a bit to help ease your high, before he holds your waist tight and pounds into you again. Quick, hard, fast, rough. Again, and again and again. You’re so over-stimulated that you're practically crying by the time he thrust into you once more before he finally cums along with you, now cumming for the third time  

You’re both out of breath, panting heavily before Damien falls into his ass, taking you with him. With him still inside you the impact of falling makes you yelp and you think you might’ve cum again. You sit there with Damien’s slowly softening dick still inside of your overly sensitive pussy for Monster God knows how long. Just panting and twitching on top of him as you lean against the door. 

 The back to back orgasims might’ve made you black out a little but you’re definitely not complaining. By the time you finally have the strength to pull yourself off Damien’s cock he’s gone mostly soft, though that doesn’t stop him from twitching and groaning as you pop off of him. 

“Oh, thank God! I thought you died, Boo!”

You and Damien both shoot up and turn around to see Polly floating in front of the mirror. Her face is flushed and her hand is hidden beneath the band of her shorts. OMG. 

“Were you fucking WATCHING US?!?” Damien shouts as you scramble to find your clothes thrown amongst the room. 

“Hell yeah I was!” Polly admits casually, hand still stuck in her pants. “I just came in here to do some drugs, and by some I mean most. And by most I mean all. All drugs. Anyway, I came in here to do drugs and then I heard the sounds of smooching and desperation so I came out here to have a little peak and then I see you two!”

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you try to hide your face behind your hands. 

“And at first I was like ‘damn, I wanna get in on that’ right?” Polly continues excitedly, not seeing how clearly mortified you both are. “But then I started really watchin’ and I realized this was one of those suuuper rare moments when sex wouldn’t be better with more people. Y’all were like, reeeaally passionate. Like totally into each other.  And I know better than to get in the middle of true love sex. So instead I watched you guys like a pervy old dude in a bush.”

“What?” Damien scoffs. 

“Except I wasn’t in a bush.”

“Polly,” he tries to get her attention. 

“I was sitting right here. Fingering myself.”

“Polly!” When she finally shuts up, Damien continues. “What the fuck do you mean ‘true love sex’?”

“Sex that you have with your true love, obvi. Or at least the person you kinda wanna hold hands with sometimes. Like do cute shit other than fuckin,” she says with a dreamy smile and a gleam in her eye. “So, when did you two start dating?!”

“We’re not dating!” Damien shouts, rather defensively. “We’re-“

“Fuck buddies,” you explain, pretending that his eager rejection didn’t sting. But it did sting. It stung a lot. “That’s it.”

“Yeah,” Damien nods as he glances back at you briefly. “And you’re not gonna tell anyone about this, right?”

Polly looks between you two for a bit before nodding. “Sure thing, Boo! I’m totally great at keeping secrets. Except for that one time I snitched on the mafia, but it was totally by accident! Anyway, I definitely learned my lesson after that since that’s how I died. It’s also how I became addicted to cocaine. Not at the same time though. Cocaine came first, death later,” Polly shrugs and floats toward the door before phasing through it. 

“Fuck!” Damien groans once she’s gone. Standing up to gather his clothes and get dressed. “She’s so fucking annoying.”

You don’t say anything and just get dressed in silence. You didn’t know your agreement was meant to be a secret. Is Damien embarrassed by you? Probably, you’re kind of a freak. But, that doesn’t mean that freaks don’t get their feelings hurt. 

“Aren’t you gonna get dressed?!” Damien shouts at you, you look up to see he’s fully clothed. 

“Yeah, I just… I can’t feel my legs?” You chuckle before a sigh. 

Damien smirks, dropping his angry expression for just a moment. “I do have that effect, sorry. Hang on.”

He helps you to your feet and tries wiping your legs off with a nearby costume some poor monster is gonna have to wear later. He then helps you get dressed and walks you over to a chair in the corner of the room. 

He looks down at you and bites back a smile threatening to spread in his lips. “Sorry about your neck, too,” he reaches out and gently brushes his fingers along your neck and collar bone, seeming almost proud of his work. “If anyone asks about it, gaslight them into thinking it’s not there.”

He then leaves quietly, a smug smile ever present on his stupidly hot face. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror just to see hickies and pointy bite marks coloring your skin. Awesome! You earn +2 CREATIVITY after thinking of some gaslighting techniques to use later. 

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You’re sitting in the CLASSROOM, trying to actually focus on the lesson for once in your life, but all you actually focus on is the cold stare of Polly’s dead eyes on the back of your neck. You whip your head around to see her stupidly hot face with a stupid smile on it as she wiggles her stupid eyebrows knowingly. After the ordeal in the AUDITORIUM last week, the ordeal being Damien talking you to pound town while Polly watched, the ghost won’t stop following you around and making suggestive glances at you. 

Luckily for you, she’s still the only one who knows about you and Damien. Shout out to those sound proof dressing rooms! Guess when you’re running a High School for horny adult monsters soundproof walls are a must. Good thing too, you got your brains banged out and no one was the wiser! No one aside from Polly. 

Polly who was making smooching faces at you and getting further and further on your nerves. You should be grateful that she hasn’t told anyone, considering her love for gossiping and starting drama, but at this point you kinda wish she would. Anything would be better than her following you around and asking about your relationship with Damien. Aside from how awkward it is talking to your friend who literally watched you have sex a week ago, it’s just painful to constantly tell her how there’s nothing between you and Damien. Admitting you’re just a convenient fuck for someone you have maaad feelings for isn’t an easy thing to do. 

“Miss Geist,” Mr. Giant Stone Head calls out, causing you to sigh in relief as you turn around to face the front of the CLASSROOM again. “As far as I’m aware, you’re not in this class period.”

“Yep!” Polly says with a wink. 

“Yep? As in ‘yep you are in this class’ or ‘yep’ as in I am correct and you are, in fact, not in this class?”

“Yep!”

Mr. Giant Stone Head sighs and shakes his giant stone head. “Polly, are you high?”

“Literally, all the time.”

“Do you even know where you are right now?”

“Barely!” She says with a wide grin. 

Sometimes you’re concerned for her well being but she’s already dead and she seems like she’s having a great time so you let her be. 

Mr. Giant Stone Head sighs again and steps away from his desk. “I’m gonna take Polly to the nurse, class dismissed.”

He helps lead Polly out of the CLASSROOM leaving you alone with some background characters you don’t care enough about to learn the names of. The other main characters in this game are only in class like once a month so there’s literally no point in staying here. So, you stand and start to gather your stuff when the CLASSROOM door bursts open. You turn around to see Damien standing there with a huge grin spread across his great face. 

“Hey, loser,” he greets you. 

“Hi,” you say softly. Love the little pet names he gives you. <3

The red demon smiles even wider and opens his mouth to speak before he looks up and confusion takes his features. “Who the fuck are these freaks?”

You turn your head around to see the background characters all frowning, feelings very clearly hurt by the sexy douchebag in front of you. They are pretty freakish though, even for a school of monsters.

“They go here, Damien,” you say, turning your attention back to the demon with shitty social awareness. “This is a big school, there’s more students than just us and our friend group.” 

“Us and my friend group,” he corrects rudely. “You barely have friends.”

You frown but don’t say anything because you know he’s right. In fact, the only reason you have any friends is due to your constant need to be all up in everyone’s grill all the time. At first, the Group of Spooky High’s Most Eligible were confused and pissed off when you’d force yourself into their conversations and shenanigans. Eventually, though, they got used to you aaaalways being there. Now, some of them are even okay with calling you a friend! Either way you get to fuck Damien so a win is a win. 

Damien chuckles, probably laughing at his own joke that made fun of your lack of friends, and then whistles to get the extras’ attention. 

“I’m gonna need all of you nameless Noobs to get the fuck outta here before I set you all on fire and roast weenies over the flames,” an evil grin spreads across his face as he licks his sharp teeth. The move was meant to be intimidating but you found it kinda sexy. “The smoke from burning flesh adds extra flavor.”

It takes less than a second for the students to gather their shit and run the fuck out of the CLASSROOM. Damien smiles to himself, satisfied with another moment traumatizing his peers, and goes to lock the door. 

“Aye yo?” You ask as you finish clearing off the desk. “What’re you doing—“

“Stop fucking talking,” Damien growls as he struts across the room until he’s right in front of you. 

You don’t have time to even think about how rude that was, especially considering you’ve spoken a total 5 times this chapter, before his mouth is on yours. You melt into the kiss almost instantly. You swear he's gotta lace his lips with crack or something with the way you’re so damn addicted to them. 

Damien’s hands find your hips and pull you flush against his warm body. You moan into his mouth as he grinds your hips together, feeling the growing bulge in his pants through your own. 

Through your own pants. You don’t have a bulge. Sorry. 

He keeps his hands on your hips and keeps grinding against you, working himself to full attention, before he finally breaks your sloppy kiss. You’re both panting as you look into each other’s eyes. Damien’s eyes bounce around like he’s looking at different parts of your face. Like he’s taking in your every detail. His gaze lingers on your lips for a second and he starts to lean in again before he stops himself. 

Silently, he looks down at you. Like he’s thinking. After a few moments of horny, sexual tension filled silence Damien struts over to Mr. Giant Stone Head’s desk and plants himself in his chair with a satisfied hum. You watch him adjust in the seat, spinning it around a few times, before he nods to himself and slaps his hand against the arm rest.  

“Yeah, I want you to blow me here,” he grins up at you from the desk and beckons you over. 

You follow him to the desk and smile excitedly. “Do you think GSH is gonna be pissed?”

Damien shrugs, keeping his eyes on you as you drop to your knees. “Only if he finds out.”

You nod, understanding how that would make sense, and start to undo Damien’s pants. “Do you want me to go fast then?”

Damien frowns and shakes his head. “What the fuck?! No! Last time you blew me I couldn’t see anything,” a suggestive grin spreads to his face again as he gently takes your chin in his hands, examining your face closely as his grin spreads wider. “This time I wanna savor watching you swallow my cock.”

You smile up at him and nod, excitedly pulling his semi hard dick from his jeans like the greedy cockwhore you are. You start to pump his still stiffening rod as you lick your lips eagerly. Damien leans back into the chair with a satisfied sigh as he keeps his eyes focused on you. You keep the eye contact as you lower your mouth onto his shaft. You watch proudly as Damien’s lips part in a soft sigh and his eyes roll back in pleasure. 

You smile around his cock as you bob your head up and down slurping on his dick like a common slut. You have one hand playing with his balls while the other follows after your mouth, spreading your spit and his pre further down and around his shaft. When you pop off for a second, hand still rubbing him out, you wipe the corners of your mouth and smile at the way he moans. 

“Feel good?” You ask with a smug little grin before dipping your head down to take his balls into your mouth. 

Damien moans shakily with a nod. “Yeah… fuck, yeah it feels good. Shit… you’ve got a fucking talented mouth.”

You smile at the compliment, massaging his nuts with your mouth as thanks. You’re really thankful Damien has such good personal hygiene otherwise nutsack sucking would be rather unpleasant. 

“That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” you chuckle before taking his MONSTER COCK into your mouth again. 

You push your head down as far as you can possibly take him, moaning around his schlong as you suck him off happily. You hum around his cock as your tongue memorizes every vein and ridge to his length. You’re pleasantly surprised when you feel his hand wrap itself around your hair, tugging on it lightly as he leads your head in a preferred rhythm. You let Damien guide your head and you suck, slurp, moan, and swallow on his dick as he does so. 

With the various wet slurping noises coming from your slut hole of a mouth combined with the desperate moans coming from Damien the two of you could rival some porn on audio alone. Everything about this blowjob was so intimate and passionate. From the way the two of you kept eye contact the whole time, to the way he whimpered and moaned  your name so needily. Just everything in this moment was perfectly erotic and you couldn’t be happier to be sucking on demon dick first thing in the morning. 

Breakfast of champions. 

Hand still in your hair, Damien starts pushing you deeper and faster on his cock, causing you to choke a bit but honestly you like it. His throbbing cock filling your throat and making breathing hard only adds to the wetness pooling in your panties.

“Fuck!” The demon prince moans. Unleashing your hair only to hold your head still with both hands at the tip of his dick. 

You don’t get more than a second to prepare for the face fucking that follows. Keeping his grip on your head strong and steady so you don’t move, Damien begins thrashing his hips up and literally fucks your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat over and over, choking you and making you gag more than you’d care to admit. You hold onto his thighs for dear life as he pounds into your mouth like his life depended on it. You know damn well that the back of your throat and the roof of your mouth are gonna be bruised for a few days but you really didn’t give a shit. Looking at Damien through tear filled eyes to see him looking so close made all the pain worth it. The way his chest heaves up and down and he whimpers and moans is enough to almost make you cum without anyone even touching you. 

From the way Damien’s dick was warming up and throbbing in your mouth amongst sputtering and quickening thrust, you could tell he was close. Also the way he kept moaning about how he was gonna cum clued you into his incoming climax as well. With all of the fun you were having, what with your throat getting fucked to the point that you were on the verge of tears and all, you totally forgot about demon’s special demon sperm. 

 At least you forgot until it was too late. 

Damien mutters something that sounded like an apology before he pushes your face all the way down to the base of his cock. Then he cums fuckin hot demon semen directly into your throat. As the burning fluid travels down your throat you fail to fight back tears, the brutal pounding you took just seconds ago combined with the flaming baby gravy made for an erotically painful experience. It was like eating hot tomato soup with a sore throat except the tomato soup was actually demon jizz. 

Damien twitches a few more times in your mouth before he lets go of your head and pulls out of your mouth slowly with one last low moan. You hold your hands under your mouth, just in case, but try your hardest to swallow the hellfire flavored spunk in your mouth. You know this is an erotic fanfic probably written by a virgin who’s most likely never seen an actual penis in their life, but as you choke on boiling baby making juice you can’t help but wish Damien didn’t cum like a goddamn hentai character with the balls to create a whole militia. 

“Are you okay?” The demon asks breathlessly, no doubt still reeling from the epic nut he just busted moments ago. 

You look up to meet his eyes and his face is totally sexed out. He looks fucking fantastic with a post nut glow. 

You nod, mouth still full of his demon semen. Luckily, since you already obtained FIREPROOF HANDS AND MOUTH last week, you can hold his steaming spunk within your cheeks without it burning. It’s just the swallowing part that’s proving to be a bit difficult. Your throat already burns and your stomach is practically engulfed in flames from his initial load, so you’re not sure if you have the willpower to swallo—

“Are you gonna swallow like a good little slut this time?” He asks in a low growl as he looks down at you expectantly. 

You swallow right away. It burns like a motha fucka and the after warmth in your stomach feels like a shot of fireball that was actually on fire but if he’s gonna keep calling you “a good little slut” you’d swallow anything he wanted. Your therapist would tell you that’s not healthy and you should probably reflect on what that is, but we all know that you’re just a cum greedy sex-crazed slut who just unlocked a praise kink. 

Damien chuckles as he puts his now soft cock back into his pants. “Good girl.”

Oh my monster god <3

“It’ll stop burning in a bit on its own, but you can drink some water if you want. I don’t give a shit either way,” he stands and takes your face in his hand, smirking down at you with lust still burning in his eyes. “I’ll see you at lunch, Loser.”

You smile to yourself like the giddy little slut you are as you get to your feet. You place a hand on your throat, as if that’ll help with the pain, as you gather your things. You didn’t learn anything in the CLASSROOM today aside from the fact that you kinda really like getting throat fucked and have a praise kink. But honestly, that’s more useful than whatever GSH was teaching in the long run so you enjoy that +2 SMARTS ! 

You wait a bit before walking out of the classroom after Damien leaves, not wanting anyone to see the two of you leaving too close together, and head for the nearest water fountain. Well, the nearest water fountain that actually contains water. All the others have been traded out with Hennessy, blood, or grape Kool-aid and none of those sound very thirst quenching. Well, aside from the Kool-aid but you don’t have time for that game of liquid roulette. 

At the water fountain, where you relish in the cool relief of cold water gushing down your abused throat, you are greeted by a familiar scent of wet dog. 

“Hey hey, Bro!” Scott greets you happily from behind, tail wagging just as happily. 

The perky werewolf’s fur was damp and he had a towel resting on his shoulders. You use those SMARTS you got earlier to deduce that he probably just got out of the shower. Scott likes to shower at the school because he likes having friends shower with him. Maybe one day you’ll be one of those friends. 

“Hi, Scott,” you speak with a raspy voice as you smile up at him. Goddamn, did talking hurt but at least you still kinda have a voice. 

“Oh Bro! What’s wrong with your voice? Are you sick?” The puppy-like werewolf frowns and takes a step back. “Coach said I should try really hard to not get sick before a big game so…”

You shake your head with a chuckle. “I-I’m not sick… I just.. um…” come on! Use those gaslighting techniques you thought so hard on last week!

“Did you punch yourself in the throat by accident?” Scott asks sympathetically, silently telling you he’s done that to himself at least a couple of times. 

“Yep! That’s exactly what happened.”

“Oh no! I do that all the time!” Yeah, kinda guessed that. “Do you need ice or something?”  

You smile up at sweet stupid Scott and shake your head. “I’m okay, but thanks though.”

“Are you sure? You’ve got a bunch of tiny little bruises all over your neck…”

You tuck your lips into a tight line as you shake your head. Time to girlboss and gaslight. “No I don’t.”

Excellent. 

Scott laughs. “Yeah you do! Here and here and here and here. They almost look like hickeys…”

“Nope. You’re probably seeing things.”

Scott stops laughing and looks confused, well more confused than usual. “I… I’m seeing things?”

You nod. “I guess you kinda have to be, since there’s literally nothing wrong with my neck.”

“But…”

“No, Scott. I don’t have any bruises on my neck. Or bite marks. Or hickeys. Nothing. There is nothing wrong with my neck. You’re acting crazy!” You shout, channeling your inner manipulative douchebag. 

Sweet, sweet stupid Scott looks at you like his whole world view is crumbling around him. Thank god he’s so dumb because your gaslighting honestly fucking sucks. 

“Maybe you should see the nurse,” you suggest with a shrug. “See if she can check your eyes or something.”

“Yeah,” Scott says sadly, his tail drooping. “Yeah I’ll do that. I’ll see you later, Bro. …Maybe…”

You watch the confused werewolf walk off with his hands in front of him as if he couldn’t see at all. God, he really is stupid but that's great for you, huh? I would give you +2 CREATIVITY for successfully gaslighting the dumbest monster you know, but you don’t deserve it. 

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You literally run to the cafeteria the moment the lunch bell rings. You’re an unstoppable force. You plow through student after student. Knocking over any and all of your peers who get in your way before you very nonchalantly slide into the special table with a special tablecloth covering it. By “very nonchalantly” I mean you practically fall over, nearly taking the fancy tablecloth with you, before you finally settle and take in your surroundings. 

The cafeteria is crowded as always, and filling more and more with every passing second. All the students you so very rudely pushed out of your way give you dirty looks as they walk past you at your fancy table. Like you give a shit though. You don’t know these monsters and you don’t give a flying fuck what they think about you. They were in the way of your favorite demon’s dick, so they needed to be pushed, shoved, punched, and spat on. If that makes you an asshole, so be it. 

That’s just how the asshole cookie crumbles. 

You don’t know why you were surprised you didn’t see Damien yet. He probably didn’t race all the way down to the cafeteria from wherever he was. You’re not important enough to run for. 

“Hey, Loser.”

You turn around to see Damien standing behind you, chest heaving and sweat forming on his forehead. 

A happy grin spreads across your face. “You ran here?”

Damien scowls and scoffs. “What? Like I was in a hurry? Like I was excited to see you?” He laughs with a  gag and your grin drops. “Get over yourself!”

You frown sadly and he just throws a tray of mediocre school food in front of you before he sits across from you with a huff. 

“What’s this?” You ask, looking at the scariest looking “spaghetti” you’ve ever seen in your life. “Did you buy me food?”

Damien shrugs and looks off to the side like an anime tsundere. “It only seemed fair,” he chuckles and looks back at you with a familiar glint in his eyes. “Since you brought me something to eat too.”

You tilt your head with a confused smile when Damien suddenly knocks your juice box over. You frown again and look at it sitting on the floor. Is he gonna throw your stuff on the ground every lunch period now? Maybe. Probably. 

“Oh fucking shit! I’m so sorry!” Damien loudly apologizes in a terribly racist robot impression as he pushes his chair back. “Let me grab that for you!” He gives you a painfully obvious wink before he slides underneath the table. 

The juice box wasn’t under the table though. It was just like a foot away from your chair. Why did he go under the table? Is he an idiot? 

You’re about to peek under the table to check on him, see what the fuck he was doing, when you feel warm hands press on your knees and spread your legs. 

Suddenly everything clicks and you look around the cafeteria nervously as Damien moves your panties to the side. With your coochie just out in the open beneath the table you feel so exposed even though Damien’s the only one even looking at you. When you were under the table the thought of someone seeing you was a silly little fantasy. But now that you’re the one on the receiving end the chances of someone seeing you are much higher. You’d be lying if the thought didn’t still turn you on a little though. 

Damien sure noticed your arousal in the way your pussy twitched. He didn’t know what you were thinking about but he did know that you didn’t wanna be kept waiting. With a smile and a lick of his lips Damien dragged his tongue up your slit with a low groan.

You sigh softly and take your phone out of your pocket, giving yourself something to look at other than your friends across the cafeteria. You’d hate to make eye contact with one of ‘em as you're getting eaten out. Talk about totally awkward. 

Damien, not one to waste time, sucks and slurps on your pussy like he’s been starved. His expert tongue works around your outer and inner folds before he easily slides two fingers into you sooo slowly. You fight back the moan caught in your throat as you grip the table while he pumps his fingers inside of you, curling them every now and again to brush against your g-spot. 

Your face is on fire. You feel like there’s thousands of eyes on you. Like everyone in the cafeteria knows what’s happening under the table. You keep your eyes on your phone and try to tell yourself it’s all in your head. No one’s looking at you. There’s no way anyone would even think that you were getting eaten out by Damien LaVey in the middle of the cafeteria. Ain’t no fucking way. 

You’re mindlessing scrolling through subway surfer “am I the asshole” videos with shaking hands and you still can’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. Regrettably, you look up and make instant eye contact with a knowing Polly who’s had eyes on you since Damien ran into the cafeteria. 

Polly raises her eyebrow at you suggestively, her eyes darting to the table before back to you. You’re about to feign confusion when Damien’s mouth latches into your clit and his fingers press directly against your g-spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and drawing a moan out from the depths of your throat. Instantly, you cover your mouth and pray no one hears that. Thankfully, due to the fact that High School cafeterias are naturally the loudest place on the face of the planet, nobody did. 

Except for Polly. 

With a smile on her face the party ghost floats over to your table. You have no time to warn Damien of your guest before she sits down directly across from you with a smirk plastered on her face. 

“Hey boo~” she greets sweetly as she types swiftly on her phone, never breaking eye contact with you. 

You glare at the hot ghost and move your hand from your mouth, “H-hi, Polly.”

Damien hasn’t stopped, but he has slowed down. He pulled his mouth off your clit and lessens the speed of his fingers pumping inside of you. You’re breathing heavily as you stare down the ghost across from you and she just smiles. 

“Do you need something, Polly?” You ask attempting to display your annoyance but as Damien continues to finger you, you kinda just moan out the question. 

“No, no. I’m just waiting for the others,” the drug addicted ghost smirks and places her phone face down on the table. 

Damien stops at her words and you stare at her in disbelief. Did this ghost bitch say what you thought she said? Did she do what you think she did? 

“Polly,” you take a slow, deep breath as Damien pulls his finger out of you. “What are you talki-“

“Oh! Bro, how’s your throat?!” Scott asks cheerfully as he pulls out a chair to your left. “Any better?”

You’re about to nod when another chair gets taken, this time by Calculestor. “Oh, does our Friend have a sore throat?”

“No! No, I'm fine now. Thanks for asking, Scott…” you could almost cry. 

You start to close your legs when Damien’s hands stop you and suddenly his mouth is in your cunt again. You bite down in your bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape and the sudden pleasure.

“Why was your throat hurting?” Polly asks, smiling tongue in cheek as she pokes the food on her tray that she can’t even eat. 

You ignore her, focusing your eyes on the table. You fight back the urge to intwine your fingers in Damien’s hair as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Instead, you settle for clenching your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms. You could almost swear you can hear the slurping and moaning coming from the demon between your thighs but no one else seems to notice. 

“Friend, it’s rude to ignore another friend’s question,” Calculestor sounds disappointed but you don’t look up at him. You can’t.

“Yeah!” Scott chimes in too, his mouth full of whatever mass of protein he stacked his plate with. “You don’t have to keep it a secret! You can tell them! Nothing to be embarrassed about!”

You still haven’t looked up at your friends but you can practically hear Polly smiling. 

“Yeah, Boo! Nuttin to be embarrassed about!”

You open your mouth to tell her to can it when Damien seizes this as the perfect moment to nibble on your clit. You then shut your mouth as quickly as you had opened it when, in place of words, a soft moan pours out your lips. 

“Sorry?” Polly asks with a chuckle. 

If she wasn’t already dead, you’d kill her. 

You take a deep, shaking breath and squeeze your thighs tight around Damien’s head in an attempt to make him stop. Unfortunately, it backfires and the demon smiles against your lower lips before he goes back to eating you out like it was the last supper. 

“I… ah~ punched myself…” you suck in a deep breath to stop yet another moan from spilling out before continuing. “In the th-thro~oh! Oat. In the throat.”

You bury your face in your arms on the table as you pant helplessly. Fucking stupid fucking ghost. 

“Why would you do that?” Calculester asks, genuinely concerned, as he reaches over to rest his hand on your shoulder. 

You shrug, face still buried in your arms. “Because I hate myself.”

Damien almost laughs against your cunt. Glad he found that funny. He continues to eat you out, drawing your climax closer and closer with his demon tongue. You’d be lying if you said getting tongue fucked infront of your friends wasn’t super arousing, although is it worth never being able to look them in the eyes ever again? Yeah, probably. 

The three unwanted guests at your table talk amongst themselves after a few failed attempts at getting you to join in on the conversation. You know damn well if you were to try and talk right now all that would leave your lips would be Damien’s name and slew of swears. 

Damien, having way too much fun, pulls his tongue out of your soaking vag only to replace it with his fingers again. Using three this time instead of two. You groan loudly against your arm, slamming your fist on the table and drawing everyone’s attention to you. 

Smooth move, slut. 

“Friend, are you alright?” Cal asks softly, the concern in his robo voice would melt your heart in any other situation. But right now, as you reach closer and closer to your cumming all over Damien’s perfect face, you don’t have time to fawn over how sweet he is. 

“Yeeeah~” you moan out accidentally but decide to roll with it and use this opportunity to let Damien know he’s doing such a good job. “Yeah, I’m reeeaaallly good~”

“Are you sure? You’ve been breathing heavily and whimpering all lunch period and you’ve hardly touched your spaghetti,” a frown appears on Calculestor’s screen. Man, he’s really concerned for your well being. 

You raise your head from your arms and smile weakly at Cal, Scott and Polly watching you closely as you do so. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine…” you manage to speak without moaning for once. Good job. “I’m just… not…”

Your hand clamps over your mouth before you can finish the sentence as Damien, the monster he is, curls his fingers inside of you and presses them against your g-spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fight back every urge in your body that’s telling you to scream Damien’s name at the top of your lungs.

This is only the third time Damien’s eaten you out but each time he gets better and better at it. His three fingers slide in and out of you at a steady rhythm while he curls and turns them, making sure every wall of your cunt has been properly finger fucked. As his fingers pump inside of you, his tongue is back in your clit as he sucks on it and traces circles on it with both halves of his forked tongue. It feels so fucking good!

You involuntarily buck your hips against Damien’s face as you sigh from the pleasure. You squeeze around his fingers, trying to stop him from pulling them out as your body takes control and you grind your hips against them. 

You look around the table to see your three friends watching you with three very different expressions on their faces and monitors. Scott looks mostly confused, though that’s basically his natural state. Calculester’s screen displays a bunch of forward slash marks for makeshift blush, and he looks away the second you look at him. Polly stares at you from across the table with a wide grin spread across her face and blush on her cheeks. 

Shallow breaths leave your agape mouth as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hips start moving faster, keeping pace with Damien as his fingers fuck the soul out of you. You throw your head back in ecstasy, your hand covering your mouth as you whimper and whine into your palm. You know you’re not being discreet in the tiniest bit but you kinda don’t give a shit anymore. 

You feel way too good to give a shit anymore. 

You drop your hand and look down, seeing nothing more than a demon’s horn poking the table cloth. You wish you could see his face. You wish you could look into his eyes as you cum into his mouth. Sadly, cumming into his mouth is all you can do. Well, cum, spasm and moan as you finally bust that nut. 

You don’t bother to muffle the moans that fall from your lips. They’re quiet enough that they’re contained to the table anyway and you're sure everyone, maybe aside from Scott, has been well aware that you’ve been getting off this whole time. 

Damien helps you ride out your high, finally pulling his fingers out and licking up any and all traces of your girl cum that he can. It’s not the most thorough clean up but it’s the best he can do, okay?!  

Once he finally stops and you finally stop cumming you slump back into your seat and take a deeep breath as you try and collect your thoughts. That’s when the reality of what just happened sets in. Your head shoots up to see all three of your friends staring at you with equal parts shock and equal parts arousal. 

“Um….” 

You start but we’re soon cut off by Polly giggling breathlessly across from you. You focus on her and notice her hands are under the table. This ghost bitch. 

The ghost opens her mouth to say something when Calculester stands up suddenly.

“I- I- I…” the poor robro looks like he’s gonna short circuit as he grabs his things off the table in a hurry.  “I gotta go!” He looks at Polly and Scott to say his goodbyes quickly before turning to you. You smile up at him weakly as he just stares at you for a moment before he runs off. 

Good Job! You traumatized Cal! Wish I could give you some kind of reward for that but all you get is guilt and regret. 

You swear you hear Damien chuckle just as he puts your panties back into place and fixes your skirt for you. You look at Scott, hoping he’ll say something, but he’s just staring at you in awe.  When you look back at Polly she has a satisfied smile on her face and her fingers in her mouth. 

This dirty ghost bitch!

You open your mouth to speak when suddenly Damien appears behind you, fallen juice box in hand. 

“Here you go,” the demon says, licking his lips, as he hands you the drink. 

You don’t know when or how he left the table undetected but his appearance knocks Scott out of whatever trace you put him in. Damien sits next to you and strikes up a conversation with Scott as if he wasn’t all aboard the pussy eatin express a few moments ago. The two boys talk about Pokemans and whatever else until Scott’s tiny brain has absorbed too much information to remember your just straight up cumming right next to him minutes ago. You and Polly pitch in on the convo here and there but for the most part you stay silent and Polly keeps her attention on you. 

You finish lunch without any other incidents and without a proper goodbye from Damien, which bummed you out. Polly gives you a friendly slap on the ass as you go your separate ways. You head to class thinking about how you’re gonna apologize to Calc for traumatizing him. You didn’t earn anything from this experience aside from shame and an exhibition kink. Those aren’t stats in this game though, so you basically leave empty handed with your panties clinging uncomfortably to your body. 

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During recess you go OUTSIDE where Juan the Small Magical Latino Cat was throwing another one of his amazing parties. Your school is so fucking weird. There’s literally a party everytime you go OUTSIDE. Not that you’re complaining, of course. The loud music and party monsters helps to drown out the voices in your head that keep slut shaming you for your scandalous behavior in the cafeteria. 

Because that’s all you’re upset about. What else do you have to be upset about? Surely, you’re not sad because you haven’t heard from Damien since then, right? And it’s not like his silent treatment is making you insecure, right? Why would it? Not like he could get a quick fuck from anyone else whenever he wanted if he was bored of you or anything, right? RIGHT?

The sarcastic little assholes in your head play on each and every insecurity you have. Nitpicking every little thing you could’ve done (and probably did) wrong. Blaming you for Damien’s sudden radio silence as if he was texting you for anything other than an alibi or money before. 

You sigh sadly as you look down at the mysterious drink in your hand. Glittery black liquid swirls in the styrofoam cup beconning for you to take a sip already. You’ve been holding on to this drink and letting your thoughts bully you for the past ten minutes. Juan made this drink special for you when you walked up to the bar all sad and insecure. He had said “you look sad and insecure… drink this,” and handed you the cup. 

You’re assuming it's a magic drink that’ll make you less sad and insecure. There's literally no reason for you not to drink it. I mean, aside from that one kid who died last year from taking a mystery drink from Juan. But it should be fine now, Juan’s been attending bartending classes since the incident. Court ordered. 

“There you fucking are!”

You look up from the cup to see Damien walking towards you, similar cup in his hand. You can tell by the way he kinda stumbles that that is definitely not his first drink of the evening. You force a polite smile and scoot over a bit for him to sit next to you. 

“I’ve been looking for your dumbass all over the place!” Damien says with an irritated frown before sitting down. “Why are you by yourself like some kind of fucking loser?” 

You shrug. “I dunno.”

Ain’t no way you’re telling him the real reason. He’d probably laugh at you and then actually find a new fuck buddy and you don’t want that. You couldn’t give a shit if this agreement was fucking with your mental health after only two weeks. Damien was hot as hell, literally, and you’d sooner die than give up his MONSTER COCK AND LAVA SPERM . 

“Okay, freak,” he scoffs and downs the liquid in his cup within a few seconds. Alcoholic.

You watch him as he wipes the excess liquid from his lips onto the back of his hand. He then crushes the fragile cup in his hand and tosses its crumpled body into the woods. That’s a demon for you, littering. Fucking vile. You’ll pick that up later… probably. 

“You gonna drink that?” The demon asks, pointing to your untouched cup. “Or are you gonna stare into it like some bitch in a shitty sitcom?”

Hell no! If you were in a sitcom you’d be in a fucking fantastic one! You take a deep breath and chug the drink. Damien cheers you on until you finish with a satisfied sigh. You wait for something to happen as the liquid bubbles uncomfortably in your stomach. You rest your hand on your tummy when suddenly you feel less sad and pitiful! What was in that?!?

Turns out it was Confidence! Well, confidence, a shit ton of vodka, and grape Kool-aid from the water fountain. And the glitter was edible FUN so that’s +2 FUN for you! Nice!

With your new found confidence you turn to Damien and grin. The demon smiles back pleased, although a bit shocked, in your sudden attitude shift. You eye him up and down, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you lean in closer and closer. Damien leans back in return, his eyes glancing from you to the crowd of partying adult high schoolers and back. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He scoffs nervously when your hand lands on his thigh with a short squeeze. 

“I wanted to repay you for lunch,” You smile with feigned innocence while you slide your hand further up his thigh until you find his dick beneath his jeans. 

Damien shutters at your touch but doesn’t back away. In fact, the man slut he is, he gets closer. He scoots closer to you until your thighs are touching and you can feel the warmth of his body through his clothes as well as your own. You smile, biting your bottom lip, and give his hardening cock a squeeze. You maintain eye contact with the demon as you rub your hand against the bulge in his jeans. Damien sighs at your touch as his eyes look down to your lips wantingly. 

“I wanna make out with you so bad right now,” the demon whispers through another sigh. 

“Shame you can’t though, huh?” You smirk, gaze checking for onlookers before you stare into his yellow eyes again. “Don’t want…” your hand sneaks beneath the waistband of his pants, “…anyone…” beneath his boxers “..to see you..” your smirk widens as you take his cock into your hand, gripping it tightly, making Damien gasp. “…with such a loser, right?” 

Damien’s jaw dropped as your sudden assault on his penis. “What?” He asked with a sigh, a confused look on his face. 

“Well, I mean,” you chuckle and tug on his blood sword, a little harshly if we’re being honest. Without any form of lubricant you could only imagine that the friction teeters more on painful than pleasurable. “That’s why you wanna keep this a secret, right?”

Damien hisses as you tug on his now throbbing cock again. “I-“ 

“No, no. It’s fine,” you chuckle lightly while you draw circles around the head of his cock, wetting your hand and fingers with his precum. “I get it. You’d prefer no one knows how much of a man slut you are.”

Damien gasps again, though it shifts to a low moan as you pump your newly lubricated hand up and down his fully attentive schlong. He doesn’t say anything though his mouth hangs open. He just watches your face as you continue to jerk him off beneath his jeans. 

You shake your head with a smirk. “You can’t even deny it!” You chuckle again as you feel him twitch and throb in your grasp. “I bet you spend all day thinking about the next time you get to fuck me, huh?”

Damien nods slowly as he moans again. His face is flushed pink and his eyes heavy with lust as he looks at you. “Fuck~ I dunno what the fuck got into you but you’ve never been hotter.”

You’ll have to remember to give Juan a huuuge tip later as thanks for that magic juice he gave you. Which, again, was mostly vodka and Kool-aid. You could ask him for the recipe but you wouldn’t wanna ruin the magic. 

You continue to jerk Damien off beneath his jeans as best you can. Which, apparently, is very well! You can tell by his whimpering and the way his cock throbs and pulsates against your palm. Glancing back to the crowd that still hasn’t paid any mind to you, you quicken your pace. Working hard to get Daimen to finish you pay attention for the signs that point to a Demon’s Orgasm. Not the signs outside the demon whore house that literally say “Demon Orgasm here!” The signs his body gives away when he’s close. The signs you’ve learned quickly in the past two weeks. 

First, his face goes pink. Then he’ll start throbbing.  Next his breath picks up and he forgets how to speak. And the final sign that he’s gonna unload a shit ton of steaming Satan spawn spunk is the way his cock gets hot to the touch. Just like right now.

The smile on your face grows as the pleasure grows on his. You’ve grown fond of the way he breathes your name when he’s close. You like seeing him so needy for you . 

“Are you close?” You ask just above a whisper, still squeezing and rubbing on his cock. 

Damien let’s out a breathy laugh. “Y-yeah! No shit!”

You shake your head and stop for ministrations, much to his dismay. You pull your hand out of his pants, wiping his pre on his shirt before you stand. The demon looks up at you pissed as you smile down at him. 

“What the hell are you-“

“Wanna go on a walk through the forest with me?”

Damien’s face contorts into confusion mixed with irritation and desperation. It’s safe to assume the demon isn’t a fan of blue balls. He shifts uncomfortably, looking around at you and the ever growing crowd of drunk monsters. He’s probably worried about standing or moving around at all while he has a giant boner that’s the lightest touch away from releasing scolding semen all over his thigh. 

“What?”

You start to walk past him, looking over your shoulder with a mischievous smile as you look down at him. “You coming?”

Damien says nothing but watches as you strut off to get lost in the woods away from the many eyes at the party. He waits anxiously for you to disappear behind the many trees outlining your spooky school before he chases after you. 

You’re hiding behind a tree out just far enough to keep you out of sight and scent from any nosy party monsters waiting. You listen anxiously for the crunch of twigs and leaves mixing with the booming music and loud chatter. Closer and closer the steps get to your hiding spot. More and more suspense causes flooding between your thighs. Higher and higher your anticipation rises until you can’t wait anymore! You reveal yourself from your hiding spot to see… 

…No one. You look around the woods to see nothing more than some rabid squirrels fighting over a crack pipe. You frown and consider going back and telling him straight up that you want to fuck in the woods. Prince of Hell or not, Damien’s a little slow sometimes so maybe he needs the extra hint?

“Boo!”

Your heart nearly falls out your ass as you jump in fright to spin around and see a stupidly hot demon grinning at you.

“Sorry for the wait, I had to think of dead old women to calm down so I didn’t jizz in my pants. And then I thought about killing old women and then I got hard again.”

You don’t say anything, like you often don’t, and instead press your lips to his. Your hands pulling him in at the waist, pushing your body flush against him. Damien is taken aback by the kiss. The past two weeks you hadn’t initiated a kiss once. Your sudden dominance surprised him, not that he didn’t like it. It took him maybe .5 seconds to grab you by your hips and kiss you back just as roughly. 

You open your mouth, allowing the prince’s tongue entry, and you engage in a sloppy sexy fight for dominance. Moaning into each other’s mouths and grinding against each other’s hips while he pins you to the tree. By the time you pull away you’re both out of breath and flushed with desire. 

You stare at each other for a few moments that pass as an eternity and a second all in one. You stare into Damien’s golden eyes trying to make out what thoughts hide behind them. He stares right back, searching your face for something unknown to you and when his eyes light up you think “oh he’s found it” just before his lips crash into yours again. 

The way he kisses you feels different this time. It feels needier. Hungrier. The last time he kissed you like this was last week in the AUDITORIUM, but even then he didn’t hold you as gently as he did now. One hand cups your face while the other grips at your waist pulling you like you weren’t close enough. Even with your body pressed against his he keeps trying to pull you in like you still aren’t close enough. He pulls away for just a moment before he starts kissing along your jawline and down your neck. 

You sigh happily and tilt your head back, allowing him better access to your neck that he lovingly bites. Looks like you’re gonna end every week with hickies. Nice . You hum softly as Damien kisses along your collarbone and shoulders. He bites a little harder the further he gets from your neck. At least this time he’s being considerate about how he marks you. 

You can’t help but moan when his hands travel up your shirt to fondle your breast. Well, you could help it but you know how much he likes to hear your voice. Because you’re the kind of fuck buddy to pay attention to what your partner likes. Honestly, we need more sluts like you in this economy! Well done!

“Damien?” You say breathlessly while you run your hands through his hair. 

Damien hums into your skin, too busy kissing your chest to form a vocal response. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” you keep your voice in a whisper as your hands reach for the waistband of his jeans. “Please…” you tug on his pants lightly, “…fuck me.”

Damien looks up at you, cheeks flushed and eyes in awe. Good job! You remembered he likes hearing you say that! The author definitely isn’t running out of material or anything stupid like that! Why would you think that?! Damien has a thing for dirty talk and especially when you’re the one talking dirty. 

Damien’s smile turns into more of a grin, which are synonyms but use your imagination to tell the difference, as he stands up straight. He looks into your eyes, getting closer to your face while his hands meet yours at his waistband.

“ What do you want me to do?” He asks in a low voice, grin turning mischievous as he looks at you through hungry eyes. 

“I want you…” you take a deep breath, moving your hands to undo his pants. “…to fuck me until I can’t speak.”

Damien’s smile spreads widely across his face, showing all his perfect pointy teeth. “Gladly!”

The demon doesn’t waste a single second undoing your pants and then his own. Lightning quick hands roll one of those special anti-lava condoms over his bright red dick. He lifts one of your legs, resting it on his hip, and suddenly you get a rush of dejavu. You watch impatiently as he slides two fingers up your sopping slit. He then uses the same hand to pump up and down his cock a few times, using your juices for extra lube. 

“Ready?” He asks once he’s lined up, brushing the tip of his eager dick against your clit. 

You nod with another sigh. He smiles and rams his cock inside of you. 

Your screams of pleasure are caught and muffled by Damien’s mouth against yours, his tongue fighting with yours while his hips collide with yours. You hold onto his shoulders like your life depends on it as you get lost in him. The feeling of Damien inside you is so right, like this is the way it’s met to be. Like you’re supposed to be on this demon’s dick every moment of your life. Like you should live on his cock. 

Damien pulls back from yet another sloppy kiss between the two of you. He rests his forehead against yours while sighs and moans fall from his perfect lips. The demon prince keeps his eyes on where your bodies connect, smiling as he watches himself slide in and out of you. 

“Fuuuuuck~” he moans low, hands holding you in place the best he can. 

At the rate he furiously pounds into you with his monster schlong you’re pushed against the tree he’s pinned you to just as roughly. It’s hot and sexy and all, but the bark has been scratching the shit outta your back this whole time. At first you were able to ignore it, the pleasure from Damien taking priority over the pain, but you’re pretty sure the shit ripped through your shirt. Which sucks. You fucking love this shirt. 

You try to focus on the pleasure instead of your fucked up shirt and back, but the feeling of tree bark digging into your flesh is kinda hard to ignore. You pat on Damien’s shoulder while you call his name between moans, begging him to slow down. 

“Huh? What? I don’t know how to do that,” he laughs to himself and then proceeds to fuck you even harder. Which causes you to scrape your poor back against the wood of the tree even harder. Which fucking hurts. 

You try to shift your weight, so you don’t have to lean in the tree anymore, but all you end up doing is pushing Damien over and falling on top of him. A loud moan like scream escapes your lips as you fall onto his cock again. Seriously, the deja vu is killing you!

Damien rolls his head back as he starts to roll his hips up into you. “If you wanted to be on top you could have just said so.”

You roll your eyes with a shake of your head. Leaning forward and pressing your hands against his toned chest, you start to bounce on his dick. The two of you moan softly as your hips smack against each other’s. Damien’s hands grip your hips tight enough you’re sure it’ll bruise as he works his hips up to match the pace of yours. His massive monster meat pressing and throbbing inside your monster cunt, rubbing against your g-spot every now and then but just often enough to bring you closer and closer to your peak. 

Amongst all the bouncing, sweating, and moaning you look down at Damien to see him smiling up at you. You follow his gaze as it drops from your eyes to your lips then to your chest and finally to watch himself disappear into you. Mouth hanging open as heavy sighs and soft breaths fall from his perfect lips, he brings his gaze back up to you and moans the moment he meets your eyes. You tighten around the demon cock while you watch him toss his head back in ecstasy. There’s just something so sexy about a hot guy panting and looking all desperate like that. 

Damien digs his nicely manicured fingernails into the flesh of your hips. You flinch slightly as his nails cut into your skin but you really don’t mind too much. Damien is violent as hell so you’ve been expecting him to draw blood at some point or another. Although, you’re a little surprised it took this long.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans out as he looks at you, his thrust becoming more and more supratic. “S-stop moving.”

His voice was barely a whisper, closer to a whine than anything, but you stop grinding against him regardless. Because you’re the kind of fuck buddy to listen . 

He sighs. “Okay, good. Now can you like… hover?”

Your tilt your head, an unsure smile on your lips. “What? Hover?” You giggle a little bit. Clearly confused by the simple request. 

“Yes, hover! Just… fuck, just like kinda hold yourself up off of my cock for a second!” He sounds frustrated but you don’t hold it against him. You can tell from the rising temperature of his demon dick and the strain in his voice that he’s close to cumming, so naturally he's gonna be a little short with you. 

“Oooohhhh! Hover !” You hit your head with your hand, as to say duh! Obviously, Bitch!

You do as asked, slowly pulling yourself off of Damien. Your walls involuntarily clench around him like they're trying to stop you from breaking them up. That demon penis is practically in love with your vag and you’re just gonna split them up like that? You’re disgusting! When will a penis and vagina be able to just be inside of one another in peace?!? When will the injustice end?!?!??

With Damien’s rod fully removed from your body you feel empty. And cold… like cold on the inside. Dude’s like a walking space heater and his mini me is great for heating your guts n shit. 

“Good,” Damien sighs breathlessly, his hands still on your hips and now being used as support to keep in the air. 

Damien holds you above his throbbing cock for a few moments longer as he catches his breath. He then guides his schlong to line up with your entrance again, teasing you at your most sensitive, before he digs his nails even dipper into you sides and fucking raaaaams his man meat inside of you. 

Your voice gets caught in your throat and your mind goes blank and Damien fucks you from below. He’s grunting and cursing while his hips slap against the inside of your thighs over and over. You both know you’re leaving this with more bruises and bite marks than you came with but you really don’t give a shit. Literally the only thing you care about is the demon that’s fucking you sensless.

Damien groans, arching his back, before he pulls you down onto his dick again. You nearly scream into the back of your hand as he moves your hips up and down against his own. You help him fuck you by bouncing against him to keep his rhythm while you moan into the back of your hand. You used your other hand to stimulate your clit as you feel yourself near your climax. 

You throw your head back, arching your back and dropping your hand to keep yourself sturdy as Damien’s thrusts become more sporadic. He’s muttering nothing other than colorful swears and something kinda similar to your name. 

Nothing can be heard throughout the forest aside from wet skin slapping against wet skin, the panting and moaning from a few young monsters, and the occasional wind blowing on the leaves. The sounds of forest animals running about, bugs flying by, and a raging party off in the distance have all seemed to stop. Like it was just the two of you. As you look at Damien all red and sweaty it really feels like there’s no one else in the world. Like you two were the lone actors on an amuteur porn set. 

Your ears start ringing as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, you open your mouth to say something but all that comes out is gasps and moans. Damien sits up, holding you tightly on his lap, as he thrusts into you again. He presses his lips against yours and you wrap your arms around him. You cum like that. Together. 

Damien’s cock throbs inside you as he unloads his lava cum into the condom inside of you. You moan into his mouth as you come off your high and pull yourself off of him slowly. He’s smiling when you pull away from him to collapse on your back only for some fucking twigs and rock to get all up in your open wounds from earlier. You cry out in pain and roll over onto your belly, exposing your back wounds to your unholy lover. 

“Holy shit!” Damien shouts as he crawls to your side. “Did I do that?”

You shake your head, wiping your face in the dirt as you do so. “Tree.”

“Fucking shit! What the fuck are these trees made of?”

“Fucking knives.”

 You say it as a joke but you’re right. This is the knife tree part of the forest. All these trees on this side are made of fucking knives. All different kinds of knives too! You should consider yourself lucky that Damien chose to fuck you against a Slightly-Sharper-Than-Normal-Butter-Knife Tree instead of them Rusty-Preused-Murder’s-Butcher-Knife Tree that was just a few feet to your right. 

“You should probably see a nurse… that’s definitely infected.”

You agree and decide to visit the nurse. Damien helps you to your feet and helps you get dressed. Since the two of you decided to fuck OUTSIDE in the forest there isn’t much you can do in terms of clean up, which is unfortunate. You’ve got tiny rocks and sticks all over your lower half and putting wet panties back on over a wet coochie is like the uncomfortable frosting on top the uncomfortable cake. 

Damien was nice enough to walk you to the nurse, despite all the people from the party watching you silently. He did dip once he got you to the nurse though, leaving you to explain why you fucked your back up on the knife tree. You said you were high and thought you were a bear and you needed to scratch your back. She bought it! She hoses you down with some hydrogen peroxide, throws some band-aids at ya and sends you on your way. You head home to take a proper shower and dress your wounds properly. You get +5 HELLO KITTY BANDAIDS . 

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Prom’s this weekend. This is the last week of Damien’s bet with his dad. Your last week as his personal sex pal. To say you’re bummed that it’s all ending so soon is an understatement. You’re like really super duper bummed. And who can blame you? For the past three weeks you’ve had every part of Damien to yourself at his discretion and now it’s coming to an end. 

Regardless, you start your week in the LIBRARY where you sell plagiarized essays to middle school monsters on Monster Twitter. These middle schoolers don’t have jobs so you get paid in shitty memes you can’t understand and a measly +2 MONEY. 

You’ve just finished copying and pasting Monster Abraham Lincoln’s speech and sent in place of the Monster History essay you promised some kid when you smell cinnamon and sulfur. Damien must be near by.

“Hey loser,” the spicy red hottie greets like it’s a catchphrase as he slides into the seat next to you. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting middle schoolers expelled probably,” you say with a shrug. 

“Okay, well if you’re too busy with that…”

Before he can even turn the other way, you shut the computer. Which is a desktop, not a laptop. So you basically just throw the monitor on top of the keyboard but everything is still up and running. You can even still hear the various notifications from angry middle schoolers. Bing, Bing, Bing. Or whatever noise Monster Twitter makes. 

“I’m not busy at all!” You laugh awkwardly as you rest your elbow on the monitor. 

You’d think after two weeks of this you’d be fucking normal around Damien. But no. You’re still awkward and weird and for some reason he’s like super into it. 

“Well, in that case,” he grins as he stands, leaving his words hanging until he’s looking down his sexy red nose at you. “Have you been to the sex corner of the library before?”

You blink at him, tilting your head to the side. “Like the porn section? Yeah, plenty of times… most of the time.”

You’re addicted to shitty smut, obviously. You’re pretty sure you’ve never actually checked a book out of this library that didn’t have steamy sex scenes and concerningly crusty pages. The librarian keeps trying to secretly sign you up for Sex Addicts Anonymous but you’re not addicted to sex. Just reading about it.

Well, you weren’t addicted to sex... After this final week with Damien you just might have to take them up on their super invasive offer. Fill your time in recovery when you can’t fill it with demon dick. 

Damien frowns judgingly at you like he’s never indulged in the sweet bliss of sexy literature. Probably because he hasn’t. To Damien, books are good for two things: burning and burning. “No, not the fucking por—what do you mean ‘most of the time?’”

You shrug. “I read a lot of smut.” Again, obviously.

He considers you for a moment. “Yeah, that checks out.” The demon prince holds a hand out to you. “Lemme show you what I’m talking about.” 

You take his hand quickly. Always in a hurry to touch him. His hand feels so fucking warm in yours, soothing the carpal tunnel from all the typing you didn’t do. 

Damien leads you through isles of dusty books no one reads. You’re not sure half the monsters in this “school” can read at all. Scott can’t. Well he can, just not very well. Calc and Liam are trying their best to teach him, but something about an old dog and new tricks. 

Imagine Scott Howl with his nose in a pictureless book. That’d be trick worth a thousand Scott Snacks. 

“Aye yo?” Damien halts and you frown when you smack into his hard back. And then you smile. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Moving from behind Damien reluctantly, you see Liam laying on his stomach on a big purple beanbag chair. Fucking sweet! You love beanbag chairs! The hipster vampire has a book open in front of him with a dying rose in the crease where the pages meet the spine. He’s got his phone hovering about a foot above the book and concentration straining his handsome hipster face. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He tilts his head to his set up. “I’m taking a picture.”

“Great! Take your picture and fucking move!” Damien snaps, throwing his head to the side as if Liam needed the visual. 

“Can you wait a minute?” Liam scoffs, adjusting his position with the fun rustle of the beanbag. “The lighting isn’t right yet.” 

You look around the isle of untouched books. You hate to admit it, but he’s right. There’s a single window that aligns perfectly with the totally rad beanbag chair. You’d be willing to bet MONEY or something that when the sun rises just a little bit more it’d be perfect mood lighting. 

Sucks he’s cock blocking you right now, though. 

“Take your stupid fucking picture later!” Damien’s grip on your hand tightens, reminding you that he’s still holding your hand. 

Liam looks up at you two and scoffs. “Why are you in such a hurry? You can’t read.”

“Eat shit!”

Liam sits up on the dope beanbag, leaning against the wall. “Don’t tell me you’re here for the sex corner?” He scoffs. 

You tense, he’s got ya! You look up at Damien, his jaw clenched and brows pinched. You feel your heart sink as you drop your gaze to the floor. You remember how defensive he got when Polly found out about your arrangement. How he made her swear to secrecy. You know he doesn’t want anyone to know about how much dirty, nasty, messy sex you’ve been having these past weeks, but that doesn’t stop the sting from stinging. 

“Damn straight we are!” Damien says finally with a huff and your gaze shoots straight to his gorgeously sexy face. He’s bright pink. “And you’re cock blocking.”

Laim scoffs again like he’s got a quota. “You two are going to have sex?”

Damien’s face scrunches and his grip on your hand teeters on painful. “Yes!”

Liam kisses his teeth, crossing his legs. “Really?” 

“Why the fuck is that so shocking?”

“Yeah, why the fuck is that so shocking?” You act as Damien’s echo as you join in his glaring at the vampire. 

Why is it weird that Damien wants to have sex with you? You’re not repulsive or anything, aside from your insufferable personality. Honestly, by monster standards, you’re actually pretty hot. You’re just kinda weird but that’s hot as hell sometimes! Fuck Liam and his condescending ass comments.

Liam shrugs, kinda like a douchebag. “I just…” he scoffs again, “…I’m sorry, but I just can’t picture the two of you in throes of passion with each other.”

“I’ll throw you passionately.” Damien threatens through his teeth. “Throw you right off the sexbag.”

“Sexbag?” You repeat under your breath. 

Liam laughs and rolls over onto his stomach again. “What, are you like fuck buddies? Don’t tell me you’re dating.”

Damien is practically shaking with anger he can’t unleash. You give his hand a sympathetic squeeze and open your mouth to confirm the former when Damien beats you to the punch. “What if we are dating?”

Something akin to hope lights in your desperate chest as you stare at your spicy red lover. He was so, sooo quick to dismiss the possibility with Polly a few weeks ago. Basically gagging at the prospect of being tied to you. Now he’s entertaining the idea?

Liam’s eyes, like yours, go wide as he stares up at Damien. “Are you?”

You clench onto that hope, holding your breath as you wait for his answer. What if he says yes! What if this is how he asks you out like in one of those cheesy rom-coms or any of the mountains of smut you’ve read?

The demon prince stammers and looks at you for just a second before he pulls his gaze away. “N-no. We’re not.”

The hope in your chest deflates. You’re not dating, and you knew that. Why you thought that’d change out of thin air with not so much as a conversation is beyond you. And beyond me, the narrator. You’ve read enough shitty, awful porn to know any kind of confession can’t happen like this. So soon with no theatrics? Where is your sense of romance?

Liam hums his acknowledgement, a smug look on his face that just screams called it. “Well, just give me a second. You can have your… sexbag… in a minute.”

The two of you watch impatiently as the sun finally hits that perfect spot he was waiting for. A perfect ray of sunshine shoots through the window directly onto the book. The warm light gives the dusty pages an ancient sort look and you assume that is what he was waiting for. To you it's kinda mediocre and the same effect could have definitely been captured through filters, but you don’t point that out. Liam would argue that filters ruin the artistry or some other bullshit.

“Perfect,” he sighs happily as he fucking finally jumps off the beanbag—sorry, the sexbag. Scooping up the book, rose and all, he gives you a curt nod. “Have fun or whatever.” And finally fucking leaves. 

You sigh with a shake of your head and chuckles falling from your lips as you turn to face Damien. “I thought he’d never fucki

“—no more talking!” Is all he says, rudely cutting you off as always, before he pulls you into him and latches his lips to yours. 

Damien takes all his frustration with Liam on you. His kiss is rough, hungry, and devoid of any kind of tenderness as he grips onto your backside. Kneading your ass like you're made of dough and he’s making a pizza. 

Probably because he wants a pizza dat ass. 

Get it? Like a piece of that ass? No? Whatever. 

Damien growls against your lips, his grip tighter, his kisses rougher. You’re gripping onto his shirt trying to give as good as you get, but his sheer dominance and power makes it hard to keep up. Not that you’re really complaining. As he moves a single hand to grope you beneath your skirt you find you really have nothing to complain about. 

His lips only leave yours to move down your neck in hot kisses as he dips his hand beneath your underwear. Soft gasps and softer moans float from your lips as your wicked lover rubs at your clit. Using your own arousal to coat his fingers before sliding them into you so, so slowly. His yellow eyes watch your face as his fingers push into you at a damn near torturous rhythm. 

His name leaves your lips more like a breath than a word, but you catch his attention all the same. “Please... go faster.”

He growls against your skin, his perfect pointy teeth sinking into your flesh just a little before he shakes his head. “I’m trying to practice self control now.”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking do that. Self control is for losers and pussies.”

He laughs against your skin. “Is it?” He asks before taking your lips again. 

You can’t double down on your bullshit because you’re preoccupied with his tongue laying claim over your mouth. He swallows your moans as he presses the heel of his hand against your clit. His fingers pick up pace inside you just barley as they search for your g-spot, though they need not search long. When your chest arches into Damien’s he smiles, breaking the kiss to watch your face as he continues his calculated assault on your cunt. 

You dig your nails into his biceps for balance as your legs feel like they’re moments from giving out beneath you. The way Damien stares down at you with lust clouding his eyes and his lips parted definitely don’t do much to help keep you standing. When a particular movement of his hand has you gasping his name and arching into his touch you can practically hear his restraint snap. 

Damien pulls his digits out of you, leaving you feeling empty and so far from satisfaction that was so, so close. You open your mouth to whine and complain and to bitch and to moan but Damien has other plans for that yapper of yours. You close your lips around his fingers, savoring your own taste, as you look into his eyes. 

“We’re gonna go over to the sexbag…” he gives a little pause for dramatic effect as you suck on his fingers. “…and I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” You moan and he grins. “But, you’re going to be quiet. We are in a library or whatever. Any noise louder than a whisper and we stop.” You moan again, more in protest this time but he can’t tell. “Nod if you understand.”

You nod, and you nod fast. 

Damien smiles that devilishly handsome smile of his and retracts his fingers from your mouth. Using his dry hand, he points to the sexbag. “Go.”

And you go. 

You fall onto the sexbag with the fun lil crinkle and a content sigh. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watch him. Damien has the eyes of a predator locked on you as he stalks closer. You lick your lips as you watch him undo his belt and his pants button shortly after. You spread your legs as he pulls his half-hard MONSTER COCK from its prison within his jeans. He sighs as he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, stroking himself to full attention, and you decide you’d be content with watching him fuck his own hand. 

Not right now, of course. If he doesn’t fuck what little brains you have out within the next minute you’re gonna loose your fucking marbles. 

Damien rolls one of ‘em special condoms on his special cock and drops to his knees in front of you. His eyes don’t leave yours as he pushes your skirt up around your hips. His lips kiss along your thighs as he pulls your soaked panties down your legs. Once the undergarments have been discarded carlessles down the isle, he trails his eyes over your body and fucking growls. 

He must like seeing you lying in wait for him like that because in the next second he’s got his tongue in your mouth and his cock sliding between your folds. You moan into his mouth softly as the head of his dick runs against your clit and coats itself in your slick. Damien pulls away from your lips, smiling devilishly with a sexy sigh as he sinks into you. 

Your mouth falls open as he fills you with his MONSTER COCK, but no sounds come out per his orders. You grip onto his hard biceps as he rolls his hips into yours. The friction is delicious but the pace is practically torture. He pulls out of you slowly to push back in just as slowly. 

Not to say it doesn’t feel good! It feels really fucking good. You can feel every inch of him as he grinds into you. The snailish speed of his thrusts allows you to get really familiar with how he fits inside you. You can feel every inch, every vein. You can feel every single part of him as he takes his sweet time like he's trying to imprint his dick on your insides. 

As good as it feels (which is fucking fantastic), you know he’s just teasing you and you’re growing impatient. He promised to fuck you hard and here he is making sweet tender love to you. This is not what you signed on for. Not that you really have any right to complain, but you’re just as selfish and entitled as every other monster in this school. 

“Damien,” you whisper around soft whimpers and moans. 

Yellow eyes meet yours as the corners of his mouth lift. “Impatient?”

You nod. “Very.”

Damien smiles that devilish smile of his as he pulls out again. He leaves the tip—making you even more desperate for him to just fucking fuck you—and takes your mouth again. You melt into his kiss for all of two seconds before he finally makes good on his promise. 

Damien’s hips slap against yours at a sudden unrelenting pace and it takes all the willpower you have (which isn’t much) to not scream out his name. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as he fucks you deeper and deeper into the sexbag. 

He breaks the kiss, leaving you both panting as you stare into each other's eyes. And you do stare.  You stare at him like you just can’t look away, and why would you? He’s so beautiful. And ridiculously sexy of course, but most of all he’s beautiful. His skin is the prettiest shade of red, glistening with sweat that sparkles like glitter in the sunlight. His eyes are such a striking yellow it stops your heart every time you’d catch his gaze. And the way he’s looking at you now? Hell.

There’s desire heavy in his gaze, duh, but there’s something else swimming in those yellow pools of gold. Something softer, something precious. Something that makes you melt and something you can’t quite place because you’re too busy getting the brains fucked outta ya. 

As his name falls from your lips light as a feather, he growls your own. Accepting his kiss with a smile, sighing happily as his hands roam your body. One hand slides under your shirt and bra, squeezing on your breast as the other holds onto your hip. His own hips don’t stop, don’t relent. He fucks you hard and deep as he squeezes your tit under your shirt. 

You gasp as he breaks your kiss again. You cover your mouth with your hand and moan into your palm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his hand leaves your breast to slide between your bodies. He rubs your clit in time with the rhythm of his hips, pulling you closer to your release. 

“Fuck,” Damien moans agaisnt your jaw. He kisses along your jawline up to where your ear connects. “You feel so fucking good.” His words, warm against your ear, are accompanied only by your own gasps as the slap his skin on yours. 

You groan in pleasure as you arch against him. You’re getting close and you’re sure he knows. If not from your nails digging into his skin, then definitely from how you’re clenching around him and writhing beneath him. 

“You gonna cum?” He asks, nipping at your ear. 

You struggle to keep your “yes” to the appropriate volume. 

He smiles and kisses down your neck just as he drives his hips even harder against yours. You almost cry out, but you bite your mouth shut so quickly you think you can taste blood. He knows what he’s doing. You’re willing to bet all the MONEY you have that he gets off on torturing you. 

“You’re being so good,” his voice comes out so soft and surprisingly together despite the sheer power of his thrusts. “So quiet while I fuck you so hard.”

Your eyes roll back as you moan your response. His voice is dripping with desire and raspy with restraint. Whatever he’s holding back, you wanna beg him to let it go. Beg him to fuck you until you can’t think anymore. He’s already halfway there, so it wouldn’t be a hard feat. 

“Dami—“ you start to moan but he takes your lips again. 

All the times you’ve done this. All the sex the two of you dirty sluts have had, you don’t think he’s ever kissed you this much. Or this desperately. You know you think that every week, but every week he outdoes himself. 

Damien presses harder on your clit as your hips start to spasm, his thrust getting more sporadic. That paired with the growing warmth inside of you and you know he’s just as close as you are. You also know when he rolls hips a certain way to hit your g-spot that he’s determined to get you there first. 

And get you there he does!

A couple perfectly timed and angled thrusts paired with the devious circles he draws on your clit, and you come undone on his cock like you’ve done so many times before. Damien reaches his climax shortly after you, of course. A few thorough thrusts before he pulls you close to him and comes with a low groan of your name. 

Damien holds onto you as he slowly fucks you through your high and well as his own. His hips collide with yours once, twice, three times before he finally pulls out. You’re both panting, absolutely breathless, and he pushes his hands into the sexbag to hover above you. For a moment, the demon just stares at you. Your vision is a little blurry for a second, but as it comes into focus you can see the faintest smile on his face as he looks down at you. 

You can practically see the hamster wheel turning in his head. His thinking, as shocking as that is, you’re more shocked to find you’re insanely curious to what he’s thinking about. You like Damien, you have for a loooong while now, but you’ve never wanted to peek into his head like this before. You’ve never caught yourself wondering what goes on in that questionably sized brain of his. But now you want to know. You feel like you might need to know. But, before you can ask, he kisses you again. 

It’s soft, delicate, and so, so sweet. 

Damien cups your face gently as your lips move against each other. You’ve closed your eyes, naturally, but you can feel his smile against your lips as sure as you can feel the heat from his hand and your own heart melting yet again. As much you you enjoy the roughness which Damien tends to fuck you (which is a lot) you think you might like this softer side of him even more. You almost believe you’d trade the crazy, sweaty, messy sex you’ve been having and all the MONEY in your name just to have him kiss you like this everyday. To kiss you like this and tell you that he loves you. 

But that’s not gonna happen. You know that, but a monster can dream. 

When Damien finally pulls away, leaving you both breathless yet again, he actually pushes off the sexbag and away from you. You’re left feeling unusually cold in his absence as he fixes himself back into his black jeans. Everything about Damien is so warm, like sitting in front of a fire on a winter night, and you never really appreciate it until his warmth leaves you. 

You watch him with undying interest as he drops the condom into a conveniently placed trashcan. You’re surprised to see a trashcan in this aisle at all, but you really shouldn’t be. This is the Sex Corner. You don’t even want to know how many books have been hollowed out for discrete used condom hiding to require this trash can. This small, black trash can that’s very obviously marked “Throw your condoms here! Please, please, stop hiding them in the books! You’re all disgusting! Use the fucking trashcan!”  The sign covers most of the bin and the font is so eye-catching there’s no way to miss it. Bold and bright red. That being said, you’re still a little surprised Damien didn’t just disregard the trashcan on the pure principle of being an asshole. 

“You good?” Your hellish lover asks when he catches you staring. Not like that’s anything out of the usual though. You’d stare at him all the time if you could. 

You nod, stretching your arms over your head. “Very.”

Damien smiles, scooping your panties from the ground and making his way back to you. “You know, I’m surprised you didn’t break.” He says absently as he drops to his knees in front of you. 

“What do you mean?” You cock your head to the side, sighing as he spreads your legs again. While you’re definitely spent from your earlier fucking, part of you hopes he’s prepping you for round two. 

He’s not, though. That’s apparent when he takes a handkerchief he seemingly pulled from thin air and runs it up your thighs. You just about swoon as he gingerly cleans between your thighs and around your most sensitive spot. Which is still throbbing from the orgasm he just led you to and through. 

“You stayed quiet. I didn’t think you could do it.” He answers, his eyes focused on your body as he makes sure you’re clean and presentable for the rest of the day. 

You smile. “Well you’d said you’d stop if I was too loud and I did not want that.” 

He chuckles, the sound warm and so genuine. So gentle. “I wouldn’t have stopped.”

“But you said—“

He looks up at you, his eyes lidded with desire as they trail up your body. “I couldn’t have,” he plants a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “You feel too fucking good.” A kiss to the other. “Stopping would’ve tortured me just as much.”

You watch him breathlessly as he slides your underwear over your legs and back into place. When he stands, he holds his hand out to you and helps you up. 

You don’t know when it happened or even what happened, but something in Damien changed. He seems so much… calmer? More relaxed? Softer? You can’t quite place it, but he definitely changed since the beginning of your little arrangement. 

Once you're standing he kisses you again. Briefly, sweetly, squeezing your hand for just a second before he pulls away. 

“I’ll see you at lunch.” He says softly. 

“At lunch.” You echo, trying not to pay too much mind to the butterflies in your stomach or the way her heart clenches. 

He leaves the library before you, of course. Though he stops to drop the handkerchief in the trash can. As it falls into the bin you notice it’s a faint pink with a very large M.V stitched into it. 

You take a minute to make sure you’re properly dressed and presentable before you step out of the aisle yourself. Liam is sitting at a table a few aisle away, giving you a knowing look before he focuses on his phone again. There’s other monsters in the library (none of the reading and none of them important) who’s eyes pull away from you as you walk through the library. You stand up a little straighter and add a little pep in your step as you all but skip to the hallway. 

You know all those monsters know what you did and who you did it with, and you couldn’t feel prouder. You gain +2 BOLDNESS and +1 STREET CRED. It’d be more, but the coolest monster in there was Liam and he’s lacking in STREET CRED himself so be grateful you got any at all. 

Chapter Text

The bell rings for lunch and you practically skip down the hall to the cafeteria. You’re glowing and so, so giddy after a thorough morning dick down. There's no way anything bad could possibly happen!

You must be looking extra good in your lingering post-nut glory, as the other monsters can’t seem to take their eyes off you. You hear them whispering but not the words. You go on just assuming they’re saying the obvious like “oh wow y/n looks so good. Shawty must’ve gotten her back blown out.” Or something similar. Not that you really care one way or another. You have an appointment with Damien’s dick and gossip is the last thing on your mind.

Speaking of Damien, as you round the corner to the cafeteria he stops you by extending his arm and catching you in a headlock. The force of his arm hitting your throat hurts a lot and effectively knocked with wind out of you, but the soothing warmth of his body pressed against yours takes priority over the pain and need for air. You crane your head back to look him in the eyes as you smile and he smiles back.

“Hey, Loser.” He greets you with that sexy rasp in his voice made permanent after years and years and years of screaming most sentences.

“Hey.” You greet back, failing to keep your goofy grin from growing and getting any goofier.

Damien sighs, pulling you closer to his chest with the arm he still has locked around your neck. He then kisses you on your forehead so quickly you think you might’ve hallucinated it. And you very well could’ve, what with the lack of oxygen and all. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You’re genuinely surprised Damien hasn’t choked you out until this point and you’re extra surprised he isn't doing so while buried balls deep in your monster cunt.

“We’re doing something different for lunch today.” He says, kissing your forehead again before actually releasing from the head lock.

You suck in as much air as your lungs will allow and let the red demon spin you around so you’re face to face. “So no head?” You ask with a little tilt of your head, admittedly a little disappointed you can’t repay him for this morning.

Damien opens his mouth to speak before sucking in his bottom lip. He thinks for a moment before shrugging. “Maybe…” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you along by dragging you backwards. “We’re going out today, but what’s on the menu is up to you.”

You nod your response, no time for words, and he drags you out of the school. Your heels drag over questionable spills, then carpet with questionable stains, then concrete until he finally pushes you into his car. Well, it’s not his car if we’re being honest. You don’t know whose car it is, but the blood stains suggest they probably don’t mind who’s driving.

The drive is pretty normal, considering who’s driving. Damien blasts heavy rock music and screams along to the lyrics, you think your ears started bleeding about halfway through the drive but you’re not one to complain.

Well, you are. You complain a lot actually, but today you decided to not be such a whiny bitch. Good for you.

“We’re here!” Damien shouts over the music as he shuts the car off. You watch him with ringing ears as he leaves the vehicle.

The building you’ve pulled up to looks like… shit.

The exterior is giving abandoned hospital, maybe psych ward or orphanage even. Upon further inspection, you spot a worn down sign outside the building that clearly says: Ye Ole Hospital/Psych Ward/Orphanage. Who’da thunk?

Crazy how legible the sign is amongst the graffiti, scorch marks, and blood stains though. Convenient too.

“Where are we?” You ask once the ringing stops and you can mostly hear again.

Damien looks at you over the hood of the car with an expression that quietly asks “are you stupid?” before he actually asks: ”Are you stupid? Illiterate maybe? There’s a whole sign right there!” He points his horn towards the sign, in case you missed it.

“Kay, but why are we here?” you ask, your feelings only slightly hurt.

“Why are yoooou so damn inquisitive?“ The demon asks with a scoff.

You shrug for lack of other response. You didn’t feel like you were asking too many questions. Hell, you rarely even speak but Monster God forbid you ask two questions in succession.

“We’re here to spend lunch together… in private.” He finally answers, voice and wiggling eyebrows full of insinuation.

“But…” you start, pausing to really think if you really wanna ask another question. “…why here?” You ask anyway.

“Monster Jesus, it’s like a fucking quiz show.” He huffs, storming off away from the car.

You bite your tongue as you follow him through the multi-use building. A bunch of other questions race through your mind. Is privacy really a necessity at this point? Why not go literally anywhere else? Is my ear still bleeding? Who decided to combine a hospital, psych ward, and orphanage into one building?

Damien leads you through the building and you decide it's definitely haunted. It smells like mold, sex, and cheap booze. Clear signs of a ghost lurking. Or… at least clear signs of Polly lurking. You’re not scared of ghosts—obviously, that’d be racist—but you do worry that any sexy time shared between you and Damien will have some unwanted on-lookers. If Polly had taught you anything about Ghost Kind, it’s that they’re all freaks and lowkey super fuckin perverted.

Voyeuristic horn balls, the lot of them.

When Damien finally stops, you find yourself in a room. What kind of room? You can’t tell. It’s spacious though. A large open room with a few broken windows letting in the sunlight. There’s a tattered blanket laying on the ground with a little picnic basket in the center, a single rose, and two bottles of… wine?

No… no, that’s fireball.

You look at Damien to find him looking at you expectantly, pink coloring his cheeks. He’s trying to keep a blank expression but you can see a hint of nervousness in the twitch of his brows and the way he chews on his lower lip.

“You set up a picnic?” you ask with a smile and flutter in your chest.

“What?! Fuck no!” He denies immediately as he looks away from you. “No, I had Polly set this shit up.” He explains, gesturing to the display.

You smile softly as you look at the little picnic and feel your heart flutter again. “It’s nice.” You say softly as you take a seat on the blanket. It’s surprisingly soft and free of dust. The tattered appearance is probably just for aesthetics.

A flash of something soft like relief flashes over Damien’s features as he joins you. “It’s okay.” He mutters, his face is still pink.

You watch him as he opens the basket and takes out two soggy gas station sandwiches. It looks like tuna, which is gross. Gas station tuna is like eating wet cardboard that a fish jizzed on. Not appetizing in the least. But you haven’t eaten actual food for lunch the past three weeks so why start now?

“This shit looks gross.” Damien frowns as he drops the sad excuse for a sandwich on the paper plate in front of him.

“Super gross.” You agree, mirroring his frown and dramatic sandwich dropping.

“It’s fine.” He sighed pushing the food off to the side. Further and further until it’s not even on the blanket. “We weren’t really gonna eat anyway.” He shrugs and you smile.

Damien leans back in his hands, his legs spread in that manly way when men spread their legs. It’s sooo so sexy. Your eyes trail up his frame and back down and up again, your gaze lingering between his thighs on each look over. The fresh memories of this morning flags through your mind and you find yourself biting your lip.

“What do you wanna do today?”

When you look up, Damien is looking at you with lust clouding his yellow orbs. You can tell in the way he drags his eyes over your body that he’s thinking back to that morning too.

“I want….” You trail off, looking at his crotch again like a shameless pervert. “…to suck your dick…”

“Mmmm?” He hums with a sexy ass smile that has you fighting not to jump his bones right away.

“But first…” You start again, forcing your eyes to meet his. “…I wanna watch you jerk off…” you admit shyly. If you were in the BATHROOM that would’ve been a bold ass admission, but you’re not in the BATHROOM so you’re not as bold.

Damiem licks his lips and his smile grows. “Really?”

You nod.

The demon clicks his tongue and starts undoing his pants. You watch his strangely sexy hands she he unhooks his belt, sliding it through the loops and tossing it aside. Next he starts on the buttons. You hold your breath and he slides the button through the hole and unzips his jeans. You have half a mind to believe he’s being sooo agonizingly slow on purpose, some would argue all you have is half a mind so you pretty much whole heartedly believe he’s taking his time on purpose.

Which he is.

Damien continues this sweet, sweet torture by reaching beneath his black jeans with a groan. Gripping his MONSTER COCK beneath the fabric, he strokes himself to attention until you can clearly see the outline of his dick. Damien leans back on his free hand, breathing heavily as he works himself under his pants.

“Damien…” You plead, whining like a little bitch in hopes he’ll get the message and just whip that cock out.

Which he does! :D

Not without calling you a “needy bitch” though. :(

With his beautiful, sexy, red dick out in the open, you practically salivate as he grips his man meat. Damien hisses as his large hand strokes his larger meat. You can see every vein and ridge of his schlong and it has you metaphorically biting on your metaphorical leash like a literal bitch in heat. You can feel the heat pooling between your thighs as Damien’s hand twists around his cock and he swears under his breath.

Something about a man who’s main volume is TOO FUCKING LOUD whispering just does something for ya that porn will never be able to recreate.

“Fuck…” Damien breaths, rolling his head back as his hips move to meet his fist.

You’re breathing heavier, pressing your thighs together as you watch him. It’s so hot watching him unravel himself in front of you. The way he looks at you with lust clouded eyes while whimpering and moaning is too fucking sexy and you fear you just might cum from the sight alone.

“You’re a perv.” Damien says with a smile and dreamy sigh as he continues to jerk off. “You getting off? Watching me fuck my hand?”

You nod, because duh, and he chuckles.

“Such a fucking pervert.” He moans softly to punctuate the sentence as his head rolls back again.

You can’t take it anymore. You’re already so wet it’s like a goddamn slip-n-slide between your thighs. If you don’t get that cock in your mouth or any varying hole soon, you’re gonna lose it.

Crawling across the blanket, you make your way to Damien’s side. He lifts his head, smirking at you while his hand still works. His thumb rubs around his cock head, collecting his pre before rubbing it down his shaft.

“Taking over?” He asks with that sexy look in his eyes and that sexy voice in his voice.

You nod, licking your lips like a cartoon character who just got presented with a yummy yummy hotdog of a cartoonishly large size.

“Knock yourself out.” Damien says, releasing his cock to lean back on both hands.

You don’t need to be told twice. Or even once, really. You take his cock in your hand as you lower yourself to lay on your stomach over his lap. You stroke him once, twice, three times before you take him into your mouth where he belongs.

Damien moans, running a hand through your hair. He doesn’t push or guide, just runs his fingers through your hair while you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. You know his body well at this point, knowing exactly what he likes. You twist your hand up and down his shaft as you chase your mouth, sucking and slurping on him like your life depends on it.

“Fuck!” he moans out, gripping your hair tighter.

You smile around his cock, making sure to moan so he feels it. Which he does. You can tell in the way he says “fuck!!” Again but with two exclamation points instead of one.

You take Damien as far into your mouth as you can, gagging and slurping as you swallow on his ding-a-ling, making him shutter. His hand leaves your hair to slide down your back onto your backside, hiking up your skirt and grabbing handfuls of your sweet monster ass. You moan around his cock again, letting him know you approve of his groping. His hand moves more inward, feeling you through your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He moans, fingers touching you with clear intent.

You just hum and nod. Your mouth is full so you can’t actually respond, not that he minds. Damien is too busy squeezing your ass and moaning to care that you didn’t vocalize your response.

Damien groans or growls or something before he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his monster schlong. You look up at him with big eyes, silently protesting like he stole your favorite candy and was just fucking flaunting it infront of you.

“Hang on,” he breathes, desperate and needy. Damien grips your ass and tries dragging you over, but he doesn’t have a good grip. His hand and your ass are too wet for any actual grip to happen. “Fuckin… fucking move here.” He demands.

“What?” You ask, confused. Which is fair because he’s being confusing.

“Like sit on my face but like not,” Damien huffs, his cheeks that cute shade of pink you’re so fond of. “like I wanna eat you out while you suck my cock… I just… I forgot the technical term.”

“You wanna sixty-nine?!” If you had a tail, it’d be wagging.

“Yes!” Damien claps, sighing pleased with himself. “Sixty-nine. That’s what it is.”

“Because the six and the nine look like they're sixty-nining.” You explain innocently with a silly little smile on your face.

“Shut up. I know that.”

“Well, I thought you didn’t…”

“I just forgot what it was called! I know why it’s called that!”

“How did you forget the name if you knew the reason behind the name?”

“I don’t fucking know! Why the fuck are you talking instead of straddling my face?!”

You don’t have a retort for that. Because, really, why the fuck are you still talking? Seeing his point, you change position as carefully and gracefully as you can (which isn’t very careful or graceful at all) until you’re in prime sixty-nine formation.

You take Damien’s throbbing cock in your hand again just as he runs his hands up your ass under your skirt. Damien hisses as he moves your panties to the side, relishing in the sight for just a moment before he digs in.

Bon appetite or whatever.

He works his gifted demon tongue over every inch of you, savoring your monster cunt like it’s a fine delicacy. The two halves of his tongue circle your clit before dragging up to your entrance where he starts properly tongue fucking you. His large hands pull your ass cheeks apart to grant himself better access as he does every single thing he knows to drive you wild. You have to pull his cock out of your mouth for a moment to moan loudly but you still pump his shaft in your hand because you’re not a selfish asshole.

After a few moments to gather your composure, you take him back into your mouth. You focus your attention on the head of his dick, sucking gingerly on his tip with your tongue dances circles around it. Damien shutters, his hips lifting against your eager face, as he groans into your pussy.

“Fuck…” He breathes for just a second before he goes back to devouring you.

The wet sounds of slurping and sucking echoing through the abandoned building with moans and whimpers accompanying them. You and Damien work each other in perfect unison, him eating you out like a starved man with a juicy mango and you slobbing on his knob like corn on the cob. As you get closer you roll your hips against his face, as he does yours. Face fucking eachother until your back arches and you cum on his face with a cry of his name.

Damien keeps prolonging your pleasure, even as you’re gasping and shaking. It’s not easy to suck dick when you’re cumming, you’ve learned. You’re too busy moaning to actually focus on the task at hand but Damien literally does not care. He’s got your ass in his hands, spreading cheek as he pushes you towards another orgasm. He slides to long, talented fingers inside of you, curling them and hitting all the spots he knows you like.

“Damien,” you breathe out, back arching as you lazily stroke his cock. “I can’t…”

“Don’t be a quitter.” He growls, removing his fingers to drag his tongue up your slit slowly before focusing on your clit. “You can and you will.”

You can and you will so you do.

Damien finger and tongue fucks you through so many orgasms that you lost count. His pleasure was long forgotten as he focused solely on yours. He flipped you over, pinning you down as he ate you like it was his job and he was going for a raise. Making you shake and scream and even cry when the overstimulation got to be too much. You begged him to stop, swearing you couldn’t take anymore, and still he continued.

Damien only stopped when he receuved a call from Polly monster god knows how many minutes or hours later.

“Hey, Boo!” She greets over the speaker while Damien wipes your slick off his face and onto the picnic blanket. “Totally forgot to call when lunch ended like 30 minutes agooo. Your lovebirds should like head back to school ASAP.”

“Thank you, Polly.” Damien says through his teeth, helping you up onto shaking legs. “Maybe next time call when your fucking supposed to?”

“I’m sorry!” Polly whines from the other end. “I spaced and forgot how to read a clock.”

Damien’s silent for a moment. He just blinks at his phone while supporting you with a strong arm around your waist. “…Do you not have a fucking phone?”

“Yeah! But the numbers started like moving and it was fucking scary.”

“They started moving?” You ask, needing to add some lines that wasn’t just you moaning or panting or screaming.

“Yeah. I dunno know if my phone was like possessed or if it was the shrooms Vera gave me, but those lil shits were dancing on my screen something fierce.”

“Okay Polly.” Damien sighs. “Did you at least do the other thing I asked?”

“Huh? What thing?”

“The thing. The big thing? The super fucking important thing you swore you wouldn’t fuck up?! That thing?!”

Silence on her end. First a few seconds of it, then maybe a minute.

“Polly!”

“Ooohhh my ghost I’m so sorry! I toootally forgot! My bad, Boo! Tell ya what, I’ll-“

You don’t get to hear whatever she planned on saying because Damien hung up on her. With a deep, deeep breath, he tightens his grip on your waist and pulls himself together.

“You ready to go? I have shit to do so…”

You nod, failing to keep the smile off your face. He’s acting all tough and nonchalant but you can see the sparkle of concern in his dreamy yellow eyes. Concern for you!

Damien doesn’t bother to clean up the remains of your picnic, littering whenever he sees fit you guess. But he does make sure you’re sorted and able to almost kind of walk before he leads you out of this non descript abandoned building that used to house too many things at once. You both make it back to Spooky High where you earn a tardy slip, a stern talking to and, for the heck of it, +2 FUN as a treat. You’re welcome.