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Hell Bent

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“I haven’t eaten in forever,” Fu whined. His knees buckled. He caught himself on a crooked fence post and whimpered. “I’m gonna fade out.”

“You’re lucky I’m the one stuck inside you. Any other demon would’ve abandoned you years ago. You never shut up.”

Fu groaned and flopped halfway over the fence, his horns glinting weakly under the moonlight. “They said… They said there’s food here.”

“You idiot,” Hii hissed. “They told you about this place so you’d get exorcised. You’re knocking on the front door of a priest.”

Fu blinked sluggishly at the large, lonely house nestled past the chapel. The lights were out. A cold breeze rattled the tree branches. “But… they said it was a girlie priest.”

Silence.

“You’re the dumbest succubus I’ve ever heard of.”

Notes:

Enfu… I would like to write them with plot one day but my dick said otherwise

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Fu’s feet dragged against the gravel, one heel snapping clean off and left somewhere behind in the dark. Of course it did. Of course he was gonna die with one shoe, no dignity, and his guts twisting like he swallowed nails.

His clothes were torn from the last failed feeding. A door slammed in his face, a broom to the ribs by an angry housewife (he swears he didn’t know the guy was married, he’s not a homewrecker!), a hunger that made his stomach clench up like a crumpled rag.

Plus, to make his night even worse, the guy hadn’t even come before getting slapped silly for his adultery, so Fu was still not fed. 

His stomach had been growling for days now. He was dizzy, trembling. The hunger sat heavy in his throat like stones. He hadn’t even gotten fucked for at least a few months, only ever having the time for sleazy back ally blowjobs with all the work he’d been piled with by the Raiders. Well, he liked being bossed around, but those demons were seriously evil!

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glassy. “Hii,” he mumbled aloud to the voice in his head, “I’m dying.”

“You’re dramatic.” Hii’s voice was ever calm and ever sneering. “You’re not dying. You’re just pathetic.

“I haven’t eaten in forever,” Fu whined. His knees buckled. He caught himself on a crooked fence post and whimpered. “I’m gonna fade out.”

You’re lucky I’m the one stuck inside you. Any other demon would’ve abandoned you years ago. You never shut up.”

Fu groaned and flopped halfway over the fence, his horns glinting weakly under the moonlight. “They said… They said there’s food here.”

You idiot,” Hii hissed. “They told you about this place so you’d get exorcised. You’re knocking on the front door of a priest.

Fu blinked sluggishly at the large, lonely house nestled past the chapel. The lights were out. A cold breeze rattled the tree branches. “But… they said it was a girlie priest.”

Silence.

“You’re the dumbest succubus I’ve ever heard of.”

Fu sniffled. “He might be my type…”

You don’t have a type. You want one person to boss you around like a toy forever. That’s not a type, that’s a delusion.

“Then please help me!” Fu whined. “You’re the one who’s good at illusions and stuff. You can get anybody you want!”

Hii relented with a sigh that buzzed through Fu’s teeth.

Fine. Go in there. Get on him. I’ll figure out what kinda busty woman or choir boy he wants while you try not to embarrass yourself.

Fu lit up weakly. “Really? You’re the best, Hii. Thank you. Thank you—ow!”

His own tail poked him in the ass, making him jump fully over the fence now. 

Shut up and climb in the window.

Fu clambered up the stone siding like a cat, his nails barely holding grip. The window creaked open under his fingers, unlocked. That was lucky. Or maybe a trap. But he was too hungry to care.

The bedroom was dark. Sparse, tidy, with only a few scrolls scattered across the desk, an umbrella on the wall, and a low bed in the center. The priest was sleeping, his broad chest rising under a linen shirt, blonde hair spilling over the pillow. He looked peaceful. His hands were folded like he’d been praying in his sleep.

Fu stood there, stunned.

“…oh,” he breathed, his wings twitching slightly. “He’s really…”

Handsome?” Hii mocked.

“…Yeah.”

Try not to drool. Get on him already.

Fu tiptoed over, barely able to stay upright. He swung one leg over the priest’s lap and sat delicately, one trembling hand resting on either side of the man’s face. His palms tingled.

“Okay… okay,” he whispered. “Just read the dreams. Just peek.”

He leaned forward, holding his breath. The priest’s skin was warm under Fu’s palms, too warm, pulsing like firewood, the heat of someone whose soul ran deeper than his skin. Fu’s eyes fluttered shut as he tried to dip in, forehead nearly brushing the man’s.

The moment he made contact, fingers light against the priest’s temples, knees trembling on either side of the man’s strong thighs, the world flickered around him like static. His senses bent inward. The bedroom melted into quiet black.

He was standing in a garden. No, a temple. Or…both at once? Dreams were like that, bending, blooming, turning inside out. There were flowers, birds singing. It was quiet but buzzing. Centered in it all, on a worn wooden bench beneath a gnarled tree, sat the priest, just younger. His golden hair was shorter, windblown, his robes darker and looser around his shoulders. He was writing in a notebook balanced on one knee, long fingers soothing over his umbrella with care. 

Fu inched closer.

Look at you,” Hii muttered through the thrum of the dream. “Already wet for a pious shut-in.

“Hii!” Fu hissed back in his head.

He peered down at the notebook the priest was writing in. His handwriting was sharp, like carved wood. Most of the words swam in blur, shifting when Fu tried to read them, except for one.

Enjin?

“That’s his name,” Fu whispered.

Hii stirred, agitated. “That’s old language, Fu. Real old. You sure this guy’s just a priest?

“Yes,” Fu said, concentrating, looking further back. “He’s been one for a few years.”

And here I thought you were just going to hump him blindly,” Hii said. “There might be hope for you after all.

Fu hesitated. “This guy dreams about—writing letters to people?”

Loser,” Hii muttered.

“His dreams are so clean,” Fu mumbled. “Kind of lonely, too.”

Then dig deeper. Find out what he wants. Let me see what we’re working with.

The dream unfolded slowly. Not like cracking a window, more like sinking into velvet. Fu saw another temple, wind catching on an open umbrella. A man’s back, inked in symbols that shifted when you tried to look at them for too long. A voice, Enjin’s, he was sure of it, laughing easily with someone unseen, footsteps trailing behind him like he was always walking ahead, always drawing people forward.

“He’s dreaming of people he’s helped,” Fu murmured. “He’s… he’s really nice.”

He wasn’t used to dreams like this. No grinding desperation, no twisted thoughts or violent urges bubbling beneath the surface. Just… peace.

A strange ache stirred in his chest as he heard the man’s laugh. Must be nice. Being wanted for who you are. Not just what you can offer.

A sudden wave of shame rolled through him.

“He’d never want someone like me,” Fu said bitterly. “Not with the things I’ve done.”

Who cares? He’s hung and strong,” Hii added sharply. “Hurry up and get to the source before he wakes up and tries to kill us.

The world blurred again. The garden twisted inward, like a flower wilting in reverse. Fu was pulled further into the root of it, through layers of dream and memory. Faces flashed by, students at the temple, elders, enemies. Prayers that fell flat.

And then, there it was. Desire. Not in the filthy, frantic way Fu was used to, but still real, warm.

A woman appeared, curvy, confident, dark red lips, arms folded across her soft chest. She loomed over him, and Enjin sat cross legged beneath her, hair tousled, his hand was wrapped in her braid. He looked… entranced.

Fu blinked down at himself.

Skinny arms. Flat chest.

“I’m definitely not a…” he started.

A curvy woman who’s smarter than him, yes, I noticed.” Hii finished, unimpressed. “He’s into naughty people, at least. That’s the only thing you have going for you.

“Not that much,” Fu muttered, biting his lip. “Jabber said I’m a prude…”

That’s because we wouldn’t fight him so he can cream his pants. Can we feed already?” Hii grumbled. “I’m starving and this vanilla wet dream is giving me indigestion.

The vision pulsed. Enjin’s dream self looked up.

For a moment, just one heartbeat too long, Fu saw something behind the desire. The shadow of a different name. Fu leaned in, trying to get closer to that name again, trying to hear who had given it to him, when a weight of grief pressed down on him. It seared the edges of Fu’s vision, and then snapped shut like a gate slamming.

“Huh?” Fu flinched backward, the dream spitting him out violently.

He gasped, suddenly back in the real world sitting on Enjin’s lap, his hands cradling the priest’s temples. His wings jolted, tail flicking anxiously.

Enjin’s eyes had opened. They were such a beautiful golden color that even Hii had nothing to say. His gaze was sharp, lucid.

Fu froze. “…Sir,” he whispered. “I just—“

“Ack—“ Fu choked as a hand clamped tight around his throat.

“…You know,” the priest said calmly, voice low and warm like bonfire smoke, “most people knock first.”

The man’s golden hair was tousled from sleep, and his eyes gleamed with amusement. A cigarette smell lingered on his breath, smoky and rough. 

He’s not panicking, Fu realized, dizzy. Why’s he not panicking? Why is Fu still alive anyhow? 

Say something stupid and we’re both getting smited,” Hii grumbled. “You better charm your way out of this, idiot.

“Uh,” Fu squeaked, “Hii!”

Don’t say my name out loud, you idiot!

“…I was hungry,” Fu squeaked. “I—I’m sorry!”

Dumbass,” Hii muttered in the back of his skull. “Now we’re in it. We should kill him quickly, let me take over.

Enjin’s palm was hot. Heavy. His grip firm enough to pin Fu in place, but not enough to crush. His other hand didn’t move from where it rested on the back of Fu’s head, fingers tangled in pale hair. Those unreadable amber eyes stared into Fu’s like twin torches.

“Who are you?”

Fu squirmed on his lap, knees pressed to the mattress, tail twitching behind him like an agitated cat. His wings had flared wide from surprise, trembling.

The warmth of the man beneath him was maddening. 

Wait? What was my name again? Please don’t smite me, please don’t throw me out the window. Please don’t look at me like you’re disappointed—wait why would he be disappointed, god, get it together Fu! Oh right.. It's Fu.

“I’m, uh.. Fu, Fu Orostor,” he squeaked, voice cracking from the pressure on his throat. “I wasn’t gonna hurt you or anything I swear!”

Enjin’s thumb pressed lightly at his throat, quieting him.

Then he laughed, a bright, genuine sound that made Fu’s stomach flip. “I’ve had stranger things crawl through my window. But you’re definitely the first starving little demon.”

Fu blinked. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew.” Enjin sat up, rolling his shoulders. Tattoos curled over his arms and collarbones, dark against the moonlight. One coiled like a red cloud across his ribs before disappearing beneath his loose shirt. What kind of priest smokes cigarettes and has eighty percent of their body dressed in ink? “You don’t exactly blend in.”

Fu stared. Enjin noticed and chuckled. “I’m flattered you went for the temple priest. That’s bold.”

“I didn’t know!” Fu gasped. “They told me you were weak.”

Stop talking!” Hii hissed.

Enjin just grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Fu buried his face in his hands. “Aw, don’t be like that.” Enjin’s voice softened. He leaned in slightly. “You looked pretty desperate. You okay, really?”

Fu hesitated. Something in that voice made him want to cry. It was too friendly.

This guy's totally nuts, Fu,” Hii murmured. “Be careful.”

Fu peeked through his fingers at the man’s face, calm. And kind.

“Upper management,” Fu coughed, his lips wobbling, “they sent me here. Uh, now that I think about it, probably just to humiliate me…”

There was a beat. Fu couldn’t tell if Enjin believed him or not. He looked… unbothered. Curious, maybe. That was worse somehow.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Enjin grinned.

Fu frowned. “I’m not lying! You told me to tell you who I was…”

Enjin gave him a flat look. “Only idiots give up information so easily.”

“…oh,” Fu said, drooping like a wilted plant. “Well. That’s me, I guess…”

Pathetic,” Hii’s voice curled in his head like smoke. 

Fu sniffled. 

Enjin’s grip didn’t leave his throat, but it loosened slightly, letting him breathe better. His thumb slid up under Fu’s jaw instead, tipping his head to get a better look at him.

“You’re not even trying to disguise yourself,” he said.

Fu bit his lip. “I can’t… I mean, I tried! I sat on your lap and I thought real hard about women, and men, and soft spoken types, and confident types, and—and all I got was a headache!”

“You’re just a kid,” Enjin muttered, more to himself. 

“Please,” Fu blurted. “I’m so hungry…”

“Tell me what you came here for. What do you want?”

Fu’s thighs pressed tight together. His voice came out breathless.

“I want…” he shivered, tail curling in slow, bashful loops behind him, “a host. Someone to keep me. Use me, feed me. Tell me what to do. Sir.”

Enjin’s thumb stayed right under Fu’s jaw, head tilted like a curious predator, gold eyes unblinking. Then his mouth twitched into a smile. “I heard your stomach growl.”

Fu squeaked, mortified. “N-No you didn’t.”

“I did.” Enjin leaned in. “Sounded like a dying cat.”

Fu flushed hot, his tail coiling around one thigh in a vain attempt to look dignified. “I am dying. I haven’t eaten in days—

“Then I’ll feed you.” Enjin’s voice was steady, except there was a dry sharpness beneath it. Amusement.

Fu’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”

Enjin nodded once, then reached casually toward the nightstand. Fu stiffened, hopeful. A condom? That was alright, it wasn’t the best way to feed, but Fu could always untie it and eat whatever cum was left in it after. 

Only to watch Enjin pull out a piece of bread from a small cloth wrapped bundle.

“I keep midnight snacks for guests,” he said pleasantly.

Fu blinked at it like it was poison. “Thank you so much, but I don’t feed off of bread!”

“No?” Enjin tore off a piece between his fingers. “It’s very good bread.”

Fu stared, mortified and salivating at the wrong thing.

“I need—” he croaked, rubbing his thighs together, “—something else.”

Enjin glanced at him sidelong, then placed the bread down on the desk with slow care. His next words dropped like stones into water.

“I know what you need, succubus.”

Fu’s mouth went dry. He blinked dumbly. “You do?”

Enjin exhaled through his nose, not quite a laugh. “Don’t look so surprised. You think a man becomes a priest without learning how to recognize temptation? You’re just another flavor of it.”

His fingers left Fu’s jaw and skimmed lightly down to the hollow of his throat, where his pulse pounded. The warmth of his touch was too much, focused, like he was memorizing it.

Fu whimpered. “You’re teasing me.”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Enjin said, almost cheerfully. “If I want to feed you, or exorcise you.”

Hii’s voice warned urgently. “He means it. Fu, let’s leave. You can find dick somewhere else.

Fu shook his head quickly, breath catching. “No—no exorcising! I’m not hurting anyone! I’m not even a real succubus, I’m just—I’m trying, okay? I’m starving and useless and they all said I’d fail out of the program and I don’t want to get sent back!”

Enjin raised an eyebrow. “There’s a program?”

Fu slapped a hand over his own mouth. “N-no.”

“…Incredible.” Enjin’s smile spread slowly, all lazy amusement. “They really did send me a dropout.”

Fu’s ears burned. “I didn’t drop out. I flunked out. That’s… it’s a little different.”

Enjin’s hand moved from his throat to his waist, holding him steady as Fu visibly wilted. The priest’s fingers were still so warm, even through the tatters of Fu’s clothes.

“You said you want a host,” Enjin said softly. “You want to be kept.”

Fu nodded miserably. “Yes. Please.”

“You want someone to use you. Tell you what to do.”

“…Yes,” Fu whispered.

Enjin’s thumb pressed at the space just above Fu’s navel, and the demon’s whole body jolted with need. “You want to be mine?”

Fu whimpered. “Yes.”

“Then be honest with me, Fu. I won’t tolerate liars.”

Fu’s heart pounded. “I will! I swear!”

Enjin’s voice deepened, merciless. “And if I ever catch you sneaking into my dreams again without permission…”

Fu froze, wings twitching in guilt.

“…you’ll find out how I really deal with pests.”

“…Yes, Sir,” Fu breathed, eyes wide, lips trembling.

Enjin leaned closer, nose brushing Fu’s cheek as he whispered. “Good. Now open your mouth.”

Fu obeyed instinctively, and gasped when Enjin pressed two fingers inside, his lips parting wider to taste the inked skin. His tail thrashed wildly behind him.

Enjin’s fingers lingered in Fu’s mouth, pressing gently against his tongue. All he could focus on was the heat of Enjin’s skin and the way his throat worked helplessly around each teasing glide.

“Mmn…” he whimpered, lips parted wide, breath fogging faintly against the priest’s wrist. His thighs clenched where they straddled Enjin’s lap, every inch of him shuddering like he was wired too tight and trying not to break.

Enjin chuckled low, watching him.

“Good boy,” he murmured, sliding his fingers out slowly, wet with saliva. “Didn’t even bite, even with those teeth.”

Fu made a little noise of protest, following the retreat with his mouth like a starved kitten. His eyes fluttered open, glassy and fevered. “More…”

“Easy,” Enjin said, amused. He wiped Fu’s spit slick lips with his thumb, not unkindly, and brought his fingers to Fu’s lips again, hovering.

“Ask.”

Fu squirmed, face flushed. His voice came out small.

“Please… can I suck your fingers again, Sir?”

Enjin smiled, approving. “That’s better.” He slipped them back in.

This time, slower. Two fingers pressing past Fu’s lips, resting heavy on his tongue. Fu sucked without thinking, like it was instinct, his lips closing around the base of Enjin’s knuckles. His eyes fluttered shut again as he moaned faintly, tail twitching, head bobbing slightly with each breath.

“There you go…” Enjin murmured, voice molten. “You know, for someone who stormed into my room like a raccoon, you’ve got a pretty little mouth.”

Fu whimpered around his fingers, sucking harder. He tilted his head to the side, giving more room, letting his lips slide further down until they touched the crease of Enjin’s hand. Saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth.

Enjin gently held the back of his head, thumb stroking along the soft hair at Fu’s nape like he was petting a good puppy. The pads of his fingers brushed over Fu’s sharp canines, inspecting the jagged, pointed teeth curiously.

“You must be starving,” he murmured. “Is this helping? Is this feeding you?”

Fu moaned around the fingers in his mouth, needy, eager, and nodded frantically, drool slipping down his chin. The taste, the pressure, Enjin’s gaze locked on him, it all blurred into something dizzying.

Underneath it, Hii hissed like a fire. “Get it together.

Fu couldn’t respond. His whole world had narrowed to Enjin’s touch, the heat of it, the press of his fingers, the low murmur of approval that made his stomach coil tighter than ever.

Enjin slowly pulled his fingers free again with a soft, wet pop.

Fu panted, dazed, saliva glistening down his chin.

“You want more?” Enjin asked.

Fu nodded.

Enjin leaned in, his voice a whisper against Fu’s damp lips. “You should earn it.” His eyes never left Fu’s face, half lidded, sharp with heat and authority. His fingers lingered against Fu’s cheek, thumb stroking the curve of it almost gently. Fu panted as he waited instruction, flushed, lips swollen and wet, thighs quivering where they sat open around Enjin’s lap. Enjin smiled like he’d won something. “Strip,” he said.

Fu blinked. His breath caught in his throat. “Wha—?”

“Strip,” Enjin repeated, still smiling. “Slowly.”

Fu squirmed. “I—uh—really?” This priest was actually going to fuck him? He and Hii totally scored! 

Enjin didn’t answer. He just leaned back slightly, hands resting on Fu’s legs, waiting.

Fu’s tail curled anxiously behind him, his wings trembling like they didn’t know whether to hide him or lift him up. But the look in Enjin’s eyes, lazy, patient, expectant, melted the hesitation out of his limbs. It wasn’t cruel, it wasn’t even smug, not like some of the people he’d been with who treated his desperate hunger as an easy hole to fill. It was just… inevitable.

Fu’s hands lifted to the tattered hem of his shirt.

He tugged it up slowly, fingers trembling. The fabric caught on one horn, and he had to wiggle it over, awkward and flustered. The motion left his hair rumpled and sticking up, his narrow chest rising and falling with each nervous breath.

Enjin’s eyes followed every movement, unblinking.

“Oh?” Enjin’s grin sharpened just slightly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “So it’s true then. Succubi really do have a mark down there.”

His mark was pulsing, just above his pelvis, glowing faintly, flickering like a candle flame, hungry for more. 

Fu dropped the ruined shirt beside the bed, his pale skin catching silver in the moonlight. His ribs were visible, collarbones sharp. The hollowness of hunger carved shadows into his slight frame, and yet… there was something tender in how Enjin looked at him. Like he wasn’t just watching to be fed pleasure, not like how Fu sometimes felt like a piece of meat hanging above a lion’s den. 

“Keep going,” Enjin murmured, voice low now.

Fu bit his lip and reached for the waistband of his shorts, what was left of them. One side was shredded from his fall, and the other clung to his hipbone by a miracle. He shimmied them down anyway, dragging the fabric over his thighs as he lifted his butt into the air, his knees brushing the mattress as he stripped down fully, bare save for his wings, tail, and underwear.

He knelt there now, naked and flushed, his heart pounding so loud even Hii had gone quiet.

Enjin leaned forward. He cupped Fu’s jaw again, tilting his face up so their eyes met.

“You’re thinner than I like usually,” Enjin said quietly. “But still pretty cute.”

Fu reddened under the attention. “Do you still want to—”

“Feed you?” Enjin cut him off. “If you want to belong to someone, Fu, you have to let them see all of you first.”

His hand slid down Fu’s throat again, to his chest, palm resting flat against the quick, frantic rhythm of his heart. His fingers spread slightly, warm against his ribs. “And you’re still hiding things.”

Fu tensed. “I’m not, I—”

Enjin tapped his lips, silencing him. He looked down, eyes on Fu’s panties. Plain white. He felt kind of embarrassed by them now… what kind of supposed seductress walked around in plain cotton and not lingerie.

Fu swallowed, understanding. 

He moved slowly, breath stuttering in his chest, trembling hands slipping beneath the waistband of his last scrap of clothing. The fabric caught slightly against his hips, and then he was bare completely.

Enjin’s eyes didn’t stray the whole time, looking up at Fu perched atop him.

Fu reached out, looking up at Enjin for approval and proceeding at the faint nod he got, and pushed Enjin’s shirt up until it was bunched around his ribs, staring down at the man’s navel. Enjin didn’t stop him, too busy staring between Fu’s legs, as Fu’s fingers explored, tracing each dip and divot. The tattoos were even down here too, and Fu traced the man’s sharp v-line and wondered if they went all the way below the waistband. 

Priest with washboard abs? Right, cause that’s definitely normal. Something’s up..

Fu hesitated, just for a heartbeat, then climbed forward again, straddling Enjin with a kind of reverence, a slow and clumsy hunger. His muscles shook as he eased down, and his breath hitched the moment he came into contact with Enjin’s skin.

His wet cunt met the hard plane of Enjin’s stomach, hips grinding down against skin that was smooth and firm, carved in places Fu didn’t know muscles could be. It was like setting down on warm stone.

Fu let out a soft, helpless moan. “Oh…”

Enjin’s eyes glittered. “Mm,” he hummed, gaze flicking down to where Fu sat, utterly exposed against his stomach. “You couldn’t wait another second, huh?”

Fu nodded, almost dazed. “It’s warm,” he mumbled, pressing down harder, rocking slightly, the firm pressure on his clit making him flinch. “Feels...”

Hii laughed, vibrating against the inside of Fu’s skull and sending a chill down his spine. “Say it like you mean it. Does it feel that good, Fu?

Fu whimpered, teeth scraping against Enjin’s skin as his body bowed forward, like he was praying. “You feel so—hn—good,” he breathed, the words muffled against warm flesh. His fingers clutched at Enjin’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric and holding on for dear life.

Enjin’s hands came to rest lazily on Fu’s hips, thumbs stroking slow circles. He didn’t push him down or rush him. He just watched, his expression unreadable, somewhere between indulgent and curious. Each grind of Fu’s hips made his ass press down on Enjin’s clothed cock, hardening beneath him. 

“You like that?” Enjin asked, voice low.

Fu whimpered, nodding again, too flushed to speak. His wings fluttered behind him in little, stuttery bursts, reacting to every subtle flex of Enjin’s stomach beneath him.

Fu tried to surge forward again, kissing Enjin’s chest where he pushed his shirt up, tracing his tongue along the curves of muscle like it’s the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. “I wanna make you feel good too.”

Hii muttered something in the back of his head about drooling over him like an animal, but Fu didn’t care. He wanted this so badly it made him dizzy. He kissed lower now, worshipping the ink spiraling over Enjin’s ribs, mouthing at the lines like they’ll let him inside the man’s soul. His nails dug lightly into Enjin’s hips as he stared up with glassy eyes, lips slick and swollen from how hard he’s been pressing kisses everywhere he could reach.

“You really are starving,” Enjin muttered to himself. His fingers tightened ever so slightly, not to move Fu but to hold him in place, “You’ll behave, won’t you?”

Fu nodded frantically, tail curling behind him like a ribbon caught in wind.

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, voice nearly broken with want. “I’ll do anything you say.”

Fu was trembling, delirious on Enjin’s lap, every nerve lit up and humming. He didn’t even notice what he was reaching for, just that he wanted more. More warmth, more closeness, more of the way Enjin’s voice folded around him like dark velvet.

But when his hand slid up, fumbling, desperate, and brushed against the silver chain hanging just above Enjin’s sternum, he felt a snap of pain.

Fu yelped, the sound sharp and animal, wings flaring wide behind him. His hand recoiled violently, a welt already rising on his palm where the chain had seared him. A faint tendril of smoke curled upward from his skin.

“Ah!” Fu cradled his hand to his chest, eyes glassy with pain. “Oww?!”

“Ah shit.” Enjin clicked his tongue. “Careful. It’s real silver.”

Hii’s voice rattled through Fu’s skull like a crack in glass, “That was stupid, Fu. Holy objects will sear my soul. You got lucky it was only a brush.

“I didn’t mean to,” Fu mumbled, wounded and embarrassed, his burned hand curled against his chest like a scolded child. “I just wanted to be close.”

“To be close?” Enjin’s gaze sharpened. “Even now, after that? You still want to cling to me?”

Fu hesitated. Slowly, ashamed but honest, he nodded.

Enjin’s stare was heavy. Like he was seeing all the way through Fu and weighing every ugly, needy part of him.

He sighed. “You’re an idiot,” he murmured. Then he reached out and gently took Fu’s injured hand.

Fu gasped, flinching, but Enjin didn’t press into the pain. He only turned it palm up in his own, examining the burn. His fingers were warm, and where they touched Fu’s wrist, it didn’t hurt.

“Lemme see,” Enjin said. “You’re lucky. I don’t think it went deep.”

Enjin’s fingers hovered over Fu’s palm, brows drawn slightly, eyes narrowed, not in confusion, but realization. The burn was gone. The angry welt that had bloomed the second Fu’s hand touched the cross had simply… vanished. Skin smooth. Untouched.

But that wasn’t how holy relics worked. Not unless…

“I knew it.” Enjin’s eyes rose slowly to meet Fu’s. “You’re not the succubus.”

“Uh.” Fu froze, blinking. “I—I am! I mean, I have the wings and the tail and everything—”

“No.” Enjin sat back, his grip loosening, though his gaze never did. “You’re housing one. It’s inside you.”

Fu’s mouth parted, but he couldn’t deny it. Not when Enjin was looking at him like that, like he’d peeled him open with a glance.

Enjin let out a slow breath, voice cool and razor edged. “Come out to play, devil.”

Fu flinched.

Inside his mind, Hii stirred with a ripple of dry heat. “Tell him no,” the voice hissed. “We don’t have to perform like animals for him.

But Fu, trembling and still naked in the priest’s lap, clutched his hand protectively to his chest and shook his head. “Please… don’t exorcise him.”

Enjin raised an eyebrow, unmoved. “Why should I spare it? It’s bound to you.” 

Fu pouted, tail twitching, wings sagging in a way that made him look impossibly small. “Because Hii’s nice. He takes care of me.”

“That’s a devil. They don’t care about you, only whatever contract you made with it.”

“He does!” Fu insisted, lip wobbling. “He’s mean, sure, but he keeps me safe. He didn’t let me starve, even when he wanted to ditch me. He—he gets mad when I cry, but he always helps me stop.”

Enjin stared, unreadable.

Fu’s voice softened, shoulders slumping. “He’s mine… and I’m his. That’s our pact. And if you try to get rid of him…” He trailed off, biting his lip, then muttered through a pout, “He’ll probably kill you.”

There was a long silence.

Then Enjin smiled, like a wolf baring its teeth. Fu nearly swooned. The man had the cutest dimples. 

“So it’s protective,” he said dryly. “Like a guard dog.”

Fu nodded proudly. “Exactly.”

I am no dog,” Hii seethed. 

“And you think I’m just going to let him stay inside you?”

“Yes,” Fu said. “Please.”

Enjin leaned in, until they were nose to nose.

“Then tell Hii this,” he murmured. “If he steps out of line, once, I won’t just exorcise him. I’ll burn him out.”

Fu gulped, but nodded solemnly.

“Okay,” he whispered. “But you’ll have to deal with me too.”

Enjin tilted his head. “Is that a threat?”

Fu gave him the most pitiful glare he could muster, tail flicking behind him. “It’s a promise, Sir.”

Enjin laughed. “Well,” he said, dragging a thumb once more across Fu’s unburned hand, “then I guess I’ll have to keep both of you under control.”

Fu blinked. “You mean…”

“Don’t get excited.” Enjin’s voice was calmer now. His other hand rose to brush a strand of hair from Fu’s flushed, confused face.

“…I’ve never had a demon beg for their possession before.” He smiled again, smaller this time. “That’s new.”

“Hii makes sure I can’t hurt myself ever again.” Fu grinned. “We’re special.” 

“You’re something,” Enjin muttered. “Sit still. I have to figure out how to leash a demon and his host.”

Fu sat still like Enjin told him to, but it was a struggle. Every inch of him was flushed, aching, and overly aware of the heat where their bodies met. His healed hand rested on Enjin’s chest, rising and falling with each of the man’s calm breaths.

“You said leash,” Fu murmured, voice still airy with leftover adrenaline. “Does that mean you’re keeping me?”

Enjin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he trailed his fingers down Fu’s back, dragging slowly down each notch in his spine. Fu shuddered, back arching into the touch. 

“I don’t keep things I can’t control,” Enjin said simply. “I have people here I have to protect. Can’t have any loose cannons running around.”

“I can be controlled,” Fu breathed, practically melting under that touch. “Really easily. All you have to do is say something like—like ‘get on your knees,’ or—”

Enjin grabbed his chin suddenly, tilting his face up again. His golden eyes burned with lust. “You’re going to beg yourself into a collar, aren’t you?”

Fu nodded enthusiastically, his voice barely concealing his excitement. “If you want me to wear one, Sir!”

Enjin’s thumb pressed at his lower lip again, drawing it down slightly. “You’re lucky I’m patient,” he murmured. “You’re also lucky I haven’t tied you to the bed yet.”

Fu’s tail curled so tight it nearly knotted. “You could. That would be okay.”

Enjin’s hand moved from his jaw to his waist again, then down further, settling over one trembling thigh. “Your hips haven’t stopped moving since I touched you.”

Fu’s face burned, but his hips shifted forward, just slightly, pressing back down against the hard warmth of Enjin’s abs. He panted. “I’m—sorry—”

“No, you’re not,” Enjin said. He wasn’t wrong. Fu was feeling a lot of things right now. Sorry was definitely not one of them. “You’re just hungry.”

His hand slid between Fu’s thighs now, cupping him from beneath, meeting the heat of his pussy.

Fu gasped, back arching, chest rising as a high pitched sound escaped him. He pressed down instinctively, grinding into Enjin’s palm, desperate for friction.

“That’s it,” Enjin murmured. “There you are.”

Fu bit his lip hard, trembling under the slow, firm pressure.

“You’ll behave for me?” Enjin asked.

Fu nodded frantically. “Yes, anything, just—”

“Alright.” Enjin leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth, not quite touching. “Let me feed you properly then.”

Fu’s breath hitched, hips rolling forward, soaking and helpless against the warmth of Enjin’s hand. Those teasing fingers rubbed his clit, sliding through his soaking slit. 

“Enjin,” he gasped, eyes glassy, collapsing forward against him, trembling from the inside out. Inside his head, Hii stirred again, but this time, not with protest.

Good work, Fu,” the demon said, with something that might’ve been a grin. “What a fucked up priest we found.

Enjin’s breath was measured, his fingers searching as they dragged over the slick folds of Fu’s cunt. He was panting now, drooling onto his shoulder, legs spread wide across his lap and hips twitching down into every touch like an instrument being tuned by hand.

“You soak it up like a sponge,” Enjin murmured, amused. “Do the men you feed from not give you attention, is that it?”

I like this guy,” Hii cackled, “all of those limp dick assholes you found for yourself never even knew how to make you come.

Fu couldn’t answer. He let out a broken sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, his wings fluttering in helpless jerks behind him. He nodded into Enjin’s collarbone, biting down softly on the linen of the man’s shirt just to keep from crying out.

“Mhm,” Fu whimpered, lips muffled against fabric. “Wait.. I’ll come—can I?” 

“You can.” Enjin’s voice darkened slightly, a lazy command settling into the edge of it. “You will. This is what you came here for, isn’t it?”

Fu nodded again, more frantic this time. “Y-Yes, Sir!”

Hii said nothing now. He watched through Fu’s half lidded eyes, folded back and tucked in the corner of Fu’s mind like a shadow waiting for the curtain to rise again.

Enjin slid one finger inside his entrance, pressing in slowly, and Fu’s entire body jolted. His thighs snapped around Enjin’s waist, his hips grinding forward helplessly as a garbled moan tumbled out of his throat.

“Too much?” Enjin murmured in question, almost kindly. “Tell me what you want.”

“No…” Fu shook his head wildly, “more, please, please—”

“Greedy.” Enjin kissed the side of his face this time, lips grazing over his temple. He added a second finger.

Fu wasn’t sure when he’d started panting, when the little sounds in his throat started sounding animal. His thoughts blurred, clinging to the edges of sensation like a drowning thing. Fu could feel it. The stretch. The heat. The press of thick, calloused fingers curling up inside him, hooking into the soft velvet of his insides and playing him like strings.

His thighs twitched, hips canting up, and he couldn’t stop grinding down, trying to take more, take all of it. The squelch was so loud it made him shiver. His cunt clenched down around the intrusion and the burn of it was dizzying, raw and tender, like his body hadn’t been touched like this in years. 

Ah—hah—” Fu’s breath caught as Enjin’s fingers curled just right, hitting that spot that made his vision go static white.

There. There it was again, like fireworks in his spine, electric and hot and too much, but not enough. It had his toes curling, his wings spasming behind him, and his cunt gripping down like he could trap those fingers inside him forever.

He could feel how wet he was getting, dripping down the backs of his thighs, sticky and sweet, his own arousal soaking Enjin’s hand. It made him feel embarrassed, but his cunt fluttered around Enjin’s fingers again, greedily begging for more.

Fu gasped, his head snapping back, a full moan dragging out of him as his cunt stretched around the intrusion. His mouth fell open as Enjin pressed a third finger into his pussy, drinking in the way Fu cried out for him.

He angled his fingers, focusing on the sensitive spots that made Fu sob into his shirt, claws digging into his back, whole body trembling.

“Look at you,” Enjin murmured, lips brushing Fu’s horn. “So hungry you’re drooling all over me.”

Fu was drooling. His mouth hung open, pink tongue peeking out, breath hot and panting. His eyes rolled up slightly as the pleasure built, and his hips started fucking down onto the fingers on instinct.

“You want to come?” Enjin asks, nipping at the flushed, sensitive skin of his earlobe. 

I do, I do, I do!” Fu sobbed, barely able to speak now. “Please don’t stop—”

Enjin’s thumb slid up and pressed against his clit, rubbing in a slow, firm circle.

Fu cried out. He bucked so hard he almost kicked Enjin in the ribs, his whole body seizing up from the inside out. The pleasure spiked sharp and fast, overwhelming. 

His orgasm ripped through him like he was being wrung out from the inside, waves of heat crashing in every direction. His cunt clenched tight around Enjin’s fingers, dripping, soaking everything as he came with a cry that seemed to tear itself out of his whole body, high, shaking. 

His tail whipped wildly behind him before it curled so tight around Enjin’s wrist it nearly cut off circulation.

Enjin didn’t stop until he felt every aftershock ripple through the demon’s too thin frame. He didn’t stop touching him, guiding him down, holding him steady. He kissed Fu's shoulder, gentle now. When Fu finally slumped against him, all breathless and boneless and spent, he looked up with wet lashes at Enjin’s face. 

Fu felt Enjin’s fingers slip out of him with a wet sound that made his toes curl. He whimpered, helpless, empty. His entrance twitched around nothing, still fluttering from the aftershocks, and his knees trembled, barely holding him up, everything inside him aching for more.

Enjin reached for the cloth on the table, wiping Fu’s thighs clean like he was handling a precious object and not a whorish, low level devil.

Hii, from a corner of Fu’s mind, whispered with a laugh. “I think we found our host.

Fu’s stomach gave a loud, cramping growl. He gasped and doubled over, clutching his belly as pain curled hot and sharp inside him from pure gnawing need.

He liked being touched, especially by Enjin’s hands, but that’s not what fed him the most. He needed Enjin’s pleasure, his seed, filling Fu up and overflowing from him. 

Enjin caught him by the shoulders before he could collapse, brows furrowed. “Woah there,” he said, concerned. “You’re hurt?”

Fu whimpered, blinking up at him with glossy eyes. “Hungry…” He rolled his hips down insistently, grinding against the heat straining beneath Enjin’s pants. His voice cracked into a needy whine. “Please, Enjin… I need it.”

Enjin stared for a beat, processing. His eyes darkened, slowly, like a storm cloud stretching over a too bright sun in the sky. “What do you need? Tell me.”

Fu squirmed in his lap, pressing flush against the growing bulge in Enjin’s pants, the shape of it big and hot and so right. He shivered, licking his lips, fingers clawing at Enjin’s chest. “I need you to fuck me.”

His lips were parted, a string of drool connecting tongue to fang. He hadn’t even realized his fangs had come out. His whole mouth watered, slick with hunger, saliva pooling under his tongue as his gaze dropped to Enjin’s cock springing free as the man pushed the waistband of his pajama pants down.

The sight of it made him shiver. His hole clenched in anticipation, cunt fluttering around nothing again.

“Take what you need, Fu,” Enjin said, reaching up to cup Fu’s cheek. Fu’s whole body felt lightheaded, the edges of his vision going hazy with hunger. The seal on his womb glowed faintly, like it was anticipating the energy he’d finally get.

Fu swallowed. His thighs quivered as he adjusted himself, settling more deeply into the man’s lap on shaky knees, tail twitching nervously behind him.

You’re embarrassing,” Hii muttered in his mind. “You look like you’ve never ridden anyone in your life.

He hovered over it, the tip of Enjin’s cock brushing his entrance in a cruel tease that made his cunt flutter desperately around nothing. “I-it’s big…”

It’s supposed to be. Now quit whining and take it.

A whimper clawed up Fu’s throat. His fingers dug into Enjin’s shoulders, nails biting at warm skin for balance. The priest just looked at him with those steady eyes, patient and unwavering, even as his cock throbbed heavy and hot against Fu’s slick entrance.

Enjin’s voice was calm when it came. “I know,” he said, and one strong hand settled on Fu’s hip with purpose. The other curled around the base of his cock, guiding it into position, guiding Fu down with agonizing slowness.

Fu lowered slightly. His voice broke into a sob, hands scrabbling at Enjin’s chest like he was drowning.

The blunt head pressed against his hole, breaching him with a pressure that burned so exquisitely he could barely think. The seal on his womb flared bright, a molten glow that pulsed in time with his racing heart, with the throbbing cock easing into him.

Fu’s lips parted in a choked cry as he sank lower. The sound was raw, ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.

His wings flapped once, uselessly, and then folded in tight, too overwhelmed to move.

“Ahnghh—nnnn Enjin, please, please!”

The stretch, blunt and wide and slow, forcing his walls to spread, to yield, made Fu’s head drop back with a cry. 

Every inch split him wider, stretching him open slow and merciless. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop shaking. His breath came in harsh, broken pants, drool slicking his chin as his jaw hung open helplessly.

Hot. God, it was so hot, thick and burning and perfect, feeding something inside him nothing else had ever touched. His belly gave a soft, obscene swell as Enjin bottomed out, the cock buried to the hilt, and the sight of it, of himself, made something inside Fu shiver.

His trembling hands slid down without thought, pressing against the taut skin of his abdomen, feeling where the length sat heavy and deep inside him. The contact made him sob, high and wild, his body locking down around Enjin’s cock like he could fuse them together and never let go.

The seal on his womb pulsed again, brighter now, in frantic rhythm with his heartbeat, with the need clawing through him. He was full, he was feeding, and yet the hunger only grew sharper, the craving spilling over until he couldn’t breathe for it.

Enjin held him steady, grounding him with a grip that felt like sanctuary, and suspended in that pleasure, with his body split wide and shaking, Fu thought he might finally understand what worship really meant. 

It was everything he’d been starving for. He couldn’t stop shaking. The intrusion split him open in slow, merciless inches, and every centimeter that slid into him felt like it took part of his mind with it.

His fangs ached. His mouth was dropped open so wide he was panting around the drool dripping from the corners of his lips. 

The ache of starvation was fading. That howling, gnawing emptiness inside him was finally, finally being soothed.

“Yes,” Fu cried, wrapping his legs around Enjin’s hips, locking him in place. 

He stayed there for a moment, shaking so hard he could barely breathe, bottomed out on Enjin’s cock like a sinner kneeling for confession.

Enjin was still for a moment, buried to the hilt, both hands gripping Fu’s hips hard enough to bruise. 

The seal on his womb burned red hot, its glow pulsing erratically, bright enough to throw faint shadows across their skin. Every beat of that glow throbbed in his cunt, fluttering greedily around the thick length inside him.

Move,” Hii hissed in his mind, sharp and impatient. “You’re not full yet. Feed us.

“I—I can’t—” Fu stammered, but his hips twitched helplessly, an involuntary ripple squeezing down tight. The pressure sent a hot spear of pleasure ripping up his spine. His breath hitched into a broken moan.

He rocked his hips slowly at first, gasping with every grind of his body down onto Enjin’s lap. His thighs burned as he pushed himself up an inch, just enough to feel the thick drag of cock sliding out of him, stretching his walls raw and sweet.

The loss made him sob. The emptiness was unbearable. He slammed back down. Hard.

The sound that tore from his throat was inhuman, sharp and broken, echoing in the room. His wings flared wide, trembling, and his claws scraped hard against Enjin’s shoulders, leaving red lines behind. He felt the seal respond like it was alive, like it was sucking the energy straight through the cock buried in him, drinking it down greedily. It pulsed faster, hungry, relentless, urging him to move again, harder, deeper.

Fu obeyed. He began to ride, frantic and clumsy at first, hips snapping in shallow jerks that made wet, obscene sounds fill the air. His breath came in shattered gasps, each one spilling over into whimpers as the pleasure built sharp and blinding.

He lifted himself over and over, trembling so hard his vision blurred, the seal flaring brighter as his cunt stretched and clung desperately. Each drag upward burned, scraping nerves raw with pleasure that was almost pain.

“Oh god—ahhh—Enjin!” Every time he rose and sank, the stretch dragged over nerves so raw they screamed, and still it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get enough. The hunger was chewing him alive from the inside out, and the only thing that fed it was the thick length splitting him open, bottoming out again and again until his insides ached with fullness.

His seal throbbed wildly now, matching the rhythm of his frantic bouncing. The glow spread, bleeding out from his lower belly like veins of molten light tracing up his abdomen, crawling toward his ribs. His body was drinking, devouring, pulling the man’s energy through every thrust.

Fu’s vision blurred. His ears rang. Drool spilled freely down his chin, wetting Enjin’s chest as he bent forward, clinging like he might fall apart if he let go. His fangs grazed Enjin’s skin, a warning tremor of instinct as raw power surged through his veins with every pulse of the seal.

The fullness inside him made him tremble, but his eyes never left Enjin’s face. He wanted to watch every change, every flicker of pleasure that passed over him.

Enjin’s head was tipped back slightly, mouth parted, breath low and hot between his lips. His blonde lashes fluttered every time Fu squeezed around him, but his eyes were like coals pulled from the fire. Golden yellow, catching the light and burning into Fu’s memory. Just as hungry as Fu was.

Fu had never seen anything so stunning.

Sweat glistened along Enjin’s temple, catching in the tousled strands of hair that stuck to his face. There was a crease between his brows, and he was trying to hold back, to stay in control, but every roll of Fu’s hips made that effort slip further.

“Fuck…” Enjin exhaled, deep and hoarse, and his hands clutched at Fu’s waist like he’d dreamed this up.

Fu bit his lip, watching the way Enjin’s mouth opened again, tongue wetting his lower lip.

Looks like Father’s been starving for it too,” Hii laughed in Fu’s head, but Fu could feel his contentment as well, like a faint purr of a cat, vibrating in his own chest by their bond. “He wanted this just as bad.

And Enjin wanted him. That was written all over his face. Not just the lust, though there was plenty of that in the way his gaze dragged slowly down Fu’s body and back up again, but the awe.

Like Fu was a gift, something divine.

Fu smiled through the haze of heat and pleasure, rolling his hips a little harder now, watching Enjin’s jaw drop open again with a choked groan.

Enjin moved. A hard, grinding shift of his hips upwards that forced his cock even deeper, and Fu arched like a puppet, back bowed, lashes fluttering. His other hand stroked gently between Fu’s shoulder blades, brushing over the base of his wings where the joints were most sensitive.

The priest tilted his head slightly, then hooked an arm around Fu’s waist and slammed up into him.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, lewd and rhythmic. Fu was bouncing now, not even under his own power, Enjin used him, pulled him down hard and then thrust up even harder, each movement making the succubus’s hole flutter around him, wetter from his own humiliating need.

He let Fu fuck himself stupid in his lap, one hand braced lightly around his waist, the other idly toying with the base of Fu’s tail.

“Is that it?” he asked. “All that seduction, all that whining for my cock, and this is what I get? A writhing brat, drooling in my lap?”

Fu sobbed and rode harder. His thighs burned, but he needed it, needed to be filled, needed to feel it deeper, needed to force Enjin’s cock up against his womb until he cried. His breath hitched as the pressure built again, this time too fast, too full, his body begging for more even as his nerves frayed apart at the seams.

“You don’t even know how to use your magic,” Enjin continued. “Letting it flare out of you like that. You’re practically screaming your presence to every hunter on this side of the mountain.”

“I-I can’t help it,” Fu whimpered. His magic, his hunger, his instincts, all converging on his mark. Hii was much harder to contain like this. The more he rode, the brighter it pulsed, and the more energy it pulled from Enjin with every thrust. But it wasn’t enough, even as he drained the man. Not nearly.

Fu’s rhythm grew wild, unsteady, driven by a hunger that no longer quenchable. Every rise and fall of his hips came with a wet slap, and his ears burned at the lewd sound of their hips meeting.

His tail whipped behind him, striking the bedpost with dull thuds, while his wings flared wide and then crumpled tight against his back in twitching spasms.

Fu’s arms wrapped tightly around Enjin’s neck, his moans broken and stuttering. “Enjin, please, I’m gonna—”

Enjin growled, and grabbed him by the tail. The sudden yank made his spine snap straight, head thrown back, a raw sob of pleasure bursting from his lips. “You don’t need to beg. You asked for this, I’ll give it to you.”

Enjin’s hands tightened around his hips. He slammed Fu down hard enough to knock the breath from him, making stars spark behind his eyes.

He fucked him until Fu couldn’t keep his eyes open, until the seal pulsed golden white and his stomach bloomed with heat.

Enjin grabbed him by the jaw and made him look at him. “Come,” he said.

Fu wailed, a sound sharp and ragged enough to scrape the air raw, weak to the command as the first pulse of release hit him like a tidal wave.

His entire body shook, spasms wracking him as he rode out the climax, hips still jerking in broken thrusts that milked Enjin’s cock like his life depended on it. Slick gushed down his thighs, soaking the man beneath him, dripping to the mattress in glistening ropes. His voice shredded into high, keening cries, his head thrown back so far it felt like his spine might snap.

He could barely breathe around it, every gasp a sob, every sob another wave of blinding, bone deep pleasure that clawed him apart from the inside. 

Even as his orgasm dragged on, even as his muscles quivered like he’d been struck through with lightning, Fu kept moving. Weak, unsteady bounces now, driven by something primal and mindless, as if stopping would kill him. His claws scraped against Enjin’s shoulders, his tail coiling tight around the priest’s leg again like an anchor in the storm.

Still, through the haze, he felt Enjin’s cock hard, throbbing inside him, still so achingly deep. It made a broken sound rip from his throat, his cunt spasming in helpless aftershocks as tears blurred his vision.

He collapsed against Enjin’s chest, body still quivering with the aftershocks of his climax, slick dripping down his trembling thighs. His cunt clutched around the cock inside him in needy, fluttering spasms that wouldn’t stop because the hunger hadn’t died.

“Please…” His voice cracked on the word, hoarse and breathless. His hips twitched instinctively, dragging his soaked entrance up and down the thick length still buried inside him, every movement pulling a whimper from his throat. He wanted it deeper, harder, wanted it until his body broke apart.

His face tilted up, cheek brushing Enjin’s jaw, before his lips found the man’s mouth in a trembling, frantic kiss. It wasn’t neat, it wasn’t soft. It was all teeth and hunger, fangs grazing the curve of Enjin’s bottom lip as if threatening to pierce it. He dragged his tongue along it instead, slow and wet, savoring the taste of skin before biting down lightly, a shiver running through him at the faint give of flesh beneath his teeth.

“Hah—Enjin—” His mouth moved against the priest’s lips, leaving kisses, his tongue slipping past to tangle with Enjin’s in messy, breathless strokes, wet sounds filling the space between their muffled groans.

Fu pulled back only far enough to breathe the words against Enjin’s lips, his fangs grazing with every syllable. “Please, inside,” His tongue darted out again, licking over the split in Enjin’s lip where he’d bitten just a little too hard, tasting copper on his tongue and moaning like it was holy.

“Cum inside me,” he begged, the words breaking as another thrust wrung a mewl from him. He kissed Enjin again, desperate and sloppy, his nails raking down the priest’s chest before clinging to his shirt. He whined against Enjin’s mouth before catching his lip again, nibbling hard enough to bruise, his tongue sweeping over it in apology.

Enjin’s breathing grew ragged, no longer the steady control he’d held until now. His fingers dug into Fu’s hips, crushing bruises into his soft flesh as his cock throbbed deep, pulsing harder with every desperate plea. His lips parted against Fu’s kiss, letting him taste the low growl that vibrated in his chest before he spoke.

“Fu…” It was rough, strained, like the word had been dragged out from deep in his core. His hands clamped tighter, forcing Fu flush against him, forcing every inch of that length as far inside as it could go. “You’ll take all of it.”

Enjin groaned low again, the sound guttural, and then he came inside him with a low grunt, pulling him down hard onto the base of his cock. 

Thick, scalding heat spilled into him in a rush that made Fu scream into his mouth, biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. The first pulse of cum slammed into his womb, and the seal erupted, flooding his body in searing red light that pulsed outward in rings like a heartbeat gone berserk. Energy crackled across his skin, and the hunger that had hollowed him out split open into something else, vast, white hot, and devouring, lighting up the whole space.

The feeding went wild, Enjin’s energy flooded him like molten light, filling the hollow ache that had been inside him for days.

Fu’s fangs caught on Enjin’s lip again before he sucked it into his mouth, moaning around it like the taste was life itself.

When the last spurt spilled inside Fu broke the kiss only to pant harshly against Enjin’s lips, his mouth still brushing them as he whispered, “S-Stay in me…” His tongue darted out to lap weakly at the blood on Enjin’s bitten lip before sucking it gently, moaning like the taste was enough to drown him.

The markings dimmed, before fading into a warm, contented pink. His belly swelled slightly from the fullness, and his head emptied in bliss.

“Mmmngh.. thank you,” he mumbled, a little delirious.

Disgusting,” Hii muttered. “But I suppose now you’ll stop whining about food for five minutes.

Fu nuzzled against Enjin’s collarbone, tail twitching lazily. Enjin didn’t say anything. He didn’t let go either.

Fu was so full. The stretch was perfect. His walls squeezed like they were kissing the length of the priest’s cock, slow and rhythmic pulses, as if Fu’s body was trying to keep him in. 

Heat still pooled low in his belly, so much of it he swore he could feel it slosh when he moved, the fullness dizzying in a way that made his entire being ache with the pleasure of finally scratching an itch.

His fingers traced aimless lines across Enjin’s skin before sliding lower, down his own stomach, over the taut swell where the seal had pulsed so bright moments ago. His hand lingered there as he pressed against himself, sighing softly when he felt the way the thick length inside shifted under his palm.

Enjin’s hands stayed firm on his back. The priest’s breath ghosted against his temple, calm now.

He’d been fucked dumb before. But this was… worse. This was—

“Ah…” Fu whimpered, nuzzling against Enjin’s collar. “You taste so good…”

Hii pulled them back and looked down at their mark, noticing the empty, dull gray color of Fu’s starvation was now bright and filled.

Half full from one load?” Hii said, pleased but just the slightest bit confused, like he’d never seen or heard of such virile nutritious seed before. Fu made a weak noise in response. He didn’t want to think about it too much, not when he felt like he’d just engorged himself on a platter of sweets. 

Cum dripped slowly from where they were joined, sliding warmly down the backs of Fu’s thighs.

Enjin shifted slightly under him, cock achingly hard still (a bit of Fu’s magic, though he’s sure the priest knew that by now), and Fu choked out a gasp, blinking tears from his eyes.

He looked up. Enjin looked beautiful.

Hair falling into his face. That faint scar catching the light. Half lidded eyes glowing faintly in the dark. His mouth was still slightly parted from his last breath, and when Fu watched closely he saw it.

A wisp of light. Barely visible, like a thread of moonlight pulled from Enjin’s lungs. It slipped out through his parted lips, weightless and glowing, and drifted between them like fog. Fu opened his own mouth instinctively, dizzy and endlessly hungry, and fed.

The energy slipped into him like breath, and as it hit the back of his tongue, heat flooded his stomach again. 

It tasted like incense, tobacco smoke, something vague that wasn’t meant for a demon’s mouth, but Fu drank anyway, greedy and teary eyed, sucking it in like a kiss. It was too delicious to resist.

More threads slipped from Enjin’s lips, each one curling toward Fu like smoke drawn from a flame. He didn’t want to drain Enjin too much, but the man’s life force seemed to be a bottomless well, and Enjin didn’t seem to mind, so Fu let himself be gluttonous.

His cunt was leaking, squishy, tight. His lower stomach felt hot and swollen from the cum already inside, and when he rocked his hips forward, just slightly, it made another gush of cum squelch down from his abused pussy.

Fu curled needily against Enjin’s body, arms shaking from how hard he’d been used.

Enjin, as calm as ever, stroked his back gently and chuckled.

“Not bad,” he said, the slightest bit breathless. “You’re kinda cute when you’re like this. All wrung out and clingy.”

Fu exhaled, feeling wrung out. Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to make Enjin feel like that?

“You good?” Enjin asked, wiping some drool from the corner of his mouth. “Or do you need more before your magic’s back to full?”

“Please fuck me again!” Fu sprung up almost immediately. The mark glowed faintly between where their hips connected.

“Thought so,” Enjin muttered, already adjusting his grip. “Hang on, then. Round two’s on the house.”

Enjin’s hand curled around Fu’s tail again, yanking him upright by it. The movement arched Fu’s back, shoved his chest out, and ground his soaked cunt down harder onto Enjin’s cock.

Fu’s head lolled back, tongue hanging out, as he bounced softly in place, his body shivering with pleasure.

Enjin leaned forward and kissed him. A hot, consuming kiss that shoved another wisp of energy down Fu’s throat, and made the seal on his stomach glow white.

His grip on Fu’s hips tightened, the sharp curve of his fingers biting into soft skin as he slammed up into him again, harder now, more feverish. Fu bounced helplessly in his lap, tiny gasping cries spilling from his lips with each impact. “Ah—ahhhn—S-sir! Hhnn—”

His arms were too tired to hold on anymore, yet he clung with his whole body instead, wrapped around Enjin like a trembling vine, forehead pressed to his shoulder, and moaning breathlessly into his neck.

His pussy was soaked, sloppy and gushing, stretched wide around Enjin’s thick cock. It clenched and twitched with every thrust and the wet slap of their bodies meeting.

His voice broke again, and this time tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks. His wings drooped behind him, twitching with every bounce.

Enjin paused for the first time. His cock still buried deep inside the fluttering heat of Fu’s insides, twitching, pressing right up against his cervix.

He glanced down. “…You’re crying.”

Fu hiccupped, trembling. “N-not ‘cause it hurts, it doesn’t I p-promise—just—ahh—just so good—feels so good, I can’t—”

Enjin’s brows drew together just faintly. Not pity. They looked just like those of a hungry hound seeing a rabbit across a field. “…You really are starving.”

Fu nodded rapidly, sniffling. “Need it—need you, please.”

Something in Enjin shifted. He wrapped one arm firmly around Fu’s waist, held him tight.

Fu couldn’t even form real thoughts anymore. His brain was a sputtering mess of static and sweet, mortifying panic, every thrust shoving the breath right out of his lungs and turning his spine to jelly. He could barely keep his eyes open, but when he did, Enjin was looking at him like he owned him. 

Fu didn’t know what the hell he’d gotten himself into. He hadn’t thought it through. He never did. He was too tired of thinking. Of guessing what someone wanted from him. Of pretending he had a plan.

This was perfect.

Enjin told him where to be, how to bend, how to open up, how to breathe, and Fu did it. He obeyed with his whole soul, like he’d been waiting for someone to take that choice away.

Yes. Yes, tell me what to do. Please. I don’t wanna think anymore. Use me ‘til I can’t even talk, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be—

"Y'alright there, Fu?"

Fu let out a squeaky little noise, high pitched and trembling. His whole body jolted when Enjin kissed his throat, hips rolling in deep like he was trying to make Fu lose the last of his marbles.

"I-I’m fine!" Fu gasped, voice breaking into a whimper, eyes wide and glassy. “I mean—‘m good, I’m—um—”

“Yeah?” Enjin grinned, big and lazy, like he was so amused by how gone Fu was. “Sounding real convincing. You always get like this, or am I just special?”

You’re special, you’re so special, please don’t stop, please don’t stop—

Fu tried to nod but it came out more like a pathetic wiggle. His fingers reached blindly, stupidly, wrapping around Enjin’s wrist like he needed to hold something, like if he let go he’d drift off into nothingness and never come back.

His hips tilted forward, a needy little rut that made Enjin chuckle low in his throat and fuck deeper, right into the spot that made Fu see stars.

He wanted to melt into the sheets. He wanted to curl up and cry from how badly he needed him. Fu didn’t have to think, or plan, or fake his way through anything. He just had to lie there and be good.

And he was. God, he was trying so hard to be good.

Even when his knees trembled and locked up again, when he heard himself moan Enjin’s name, small and stuttering and broken. Even when he felt himself clench down again, his stomach tightening, mouth open in silent shock.

Fu’s thoughts flickered in fragments now, scattered like beads on a broken string. He didn’t know how much time had passed since Enjin started pumping into him again. He was used to running, feeding quick, sloppy, barely taking enough to survive. He was used to being disposable, forgotten the moment his use ran dry.

But Enjin’s not going anywhere. He said he’d stay. He didn’t call Fu disgusting, or useless. He was letting Fu indulge.

A strange pressure built behind his eyes, hotter than arousal. His throat ached. He pressed his face into Enjin’s shoulder and bit down softly, licking over it when the indent of his sharp teeth gleamed against inked skin, trying to stay present. All he could do was whimper, hold tight to Enjin’s skin, and let go.

Enjin fucked up into him hard, rough strokes that shoved his cock deep into the tight heat of Fu’s cunt. The suction pull of Fu’s walls made slick drip down his balls, every movement louder, wetter, messier. 

Fu’s eyes rolled back. “Yes—yes—ahhh, please—!”

Enjin grunted low in his throat. He angled Fu just right, hips tilted, pressure perfectly aligned, and when his cock ground up into Fu’s cervix—

His orgasm hit like lightning. His pussy spasmed, clenching down in tight, uncontrollable pulses, slick gushing out between them as his womb seal flared white hot. His mouth dropped open but no words came, just the broken gasps of a demon completely, utterly undone.

That was all it took, Enjin groaned softly, teeth clenched, and came again too.

His cock twitched once, twice, then flooded Fu’s hole with thick, hot cum. Fu mewled with all the breath left in him, body twitching and convulsing from the pressure.

Enjin held him there, seated flush on his cock as he came deep inside him, the seal glowing brilliantly between Fu’s hips and the pressure making Fu’s stomach swell slightly. “Fuck,” Enjin muttered, barely audible. 

“I d-don’t wanna waste a single drop,” Fu hiccupped, drooling slightly, face tear streaked.

Enjin cupped the back of his head, drawing him in close as Fu trembled violently on top of him.

Fu slumped forward on Enjin’s chest, tears drying in glossy streaks across his flushed cheeks where the black makeup around his eyes melted down his face. His belly felt full, even as Enjin’s cock slipped out of him as he shifted. 

“I’m gonna leak…” he mumbled.

Enjin didn’t move. His hands rested loosely at Fu’s waist, fingers splayed where the skin was warm and slick with sweat.

“I can always give you more,” Enjin said.

Fu made a soft, sleepy noise of agreement and let his eyes close.

The air went still for a moment, the room turning sharp.

Fu’s head lifted slowly. His lashes fluttered once, and when he looked down at Enjin—

It wasn’t Fu looking anymore.

The pupils were too narrow. The smile too cruel.

“Well,” said Hii through Fu’s lips, voice honey warm and lazy. “You really fucked the brat stupid, didn’t you?”

Enjin’s grip tightened on Fu’s hips. 

“I feel stronger already. You’re a good catch.” Fu’s voice came low now, confident and amused. “I told him he’d get addicted. He’s a hungry thing. Always wanting someone to use him.”

Enjin didn’t react with surprise. His eyes narrowed slightly, that unreadable expression tightening into focus. “You’re the one in his head.”

“The smarter one, yes.”

Hii rolled Fu’s hips in a slow grind, dragging that swollen, used hole back and forth across Enjin’s still hard cock. The glow from the womb seal hadn’t faded, it pulsed brighter, responding to Hii’s presence like it recognized something more ancient flaring to life in the body.

Hii’s fingers trailed along Enjin’s cheek, sharp nail drawing a thin line that bloomed red beneath the touch. The smile he wore was indulgent, nearly affectionate in its cruelty.

“Oops,” Hii said, not sounding sorry at all.

Enjin watched his every move.

“Still so calm,” Hii murmured. “You don’t even flinch.”

“I’m not easily startled,” Enjin said flatly, tilting his head. “Possession’s not new to me. You’re only testing your limits.”

“I like to know what I’m working with,” Hii replied, his tone light, eyes glittering. “And you’re still so composed. I’m starting to think you like being defied.”

He moved again, hips rolling in a lazy motion, making Fu’s body twitch beneath the control. Then Hii reached a hand behind himself, fingers dragging down the curve of Fu’s spine, between his legs, then lower.

He scooped what cum remained, slick and warm, and brought it up to his mouth without hesitation. He licked it from his fingers slowly, theatrically, like it was honey.

“Hmm,” he mused, tilting his head at Enjin. “You taste pretty good for a so called prude.”

Enjin’s jaw ticked, but he said nothing. Hii watched him, closely.

“No lecture?” Hii purred. “You really are different.”

“I’m just your average priest,” Enjin replied, tone dry.

Hii barked a laugh. “Sure you are. And I’m just the friendly voice in his head.”

Enjin finally moved, hand reaching up to tangle in Fu’s hair, though the grip held Hii in place. His fingers were firm, but not cruel. He pulled their faces close.

“You don’t own him.”

Hii stared at him, and the mirth in his eyes turned something darker. “You’re fun.”

“Flattered.”

“No, really, Father,” Hii laughed, a rich sound that echoed in the quiet. “You’re not scared of getting your hands dirty.”

Enjin grins back, “I want to see what happens when a demon runs out of clever things to say.” 

“So what’s your deal? You like picking up strays, is that it?” Hii leaned down until their lips nearly touched, a wicked smile curving Fu’s mouth. “Do you think just because he was starving that fucking him is somehow any less of a sin? Or is it cause he used to be an innocent kid before a devil corrupted him?” he asked sarcastically.

Enjin’s breath touched the boy’s lips as he answered, “I think you’re jealous, coming out like this.”

Hii paused, smile twitching. “Tch. Maybe I am.”

He rocked his hips again, his clit rubbing against Enjin’s cock. “Still,” he added, voice a hum, “if you’re curious about how deep this goes, I could show you. We’re older than you think. The brat’s just the vessel.”

“You sound proud of him,” Enjin said.

“I am,” Hii admitted, licking his lips. “He’s never made it this far with draining someone. Sure you don’t want to exorcise us now?”

“I’m still debating it,” he said coolly. “You’re testing me.”

“Of course I am.” Hii laughed softly, leaning closer. “You fed him. You didn’t have to. You could’ve cast him out like all the others. But you didn’t, because you’re curious.”

“Curiosity isn’t compassion.”

“No,” Hii said, rocking their hips again, dragging the fat tip of Enjin’s cock along the slick mess between Fu’s thighs. “But it is a weakness. And don’t act like you’re not being sweet on him.”

Enjin’s eyes glinted. “You trying to tempt me?”

“Please,” Hii rolled his eyes, then slammed their hands to Enjin’s chest. “You don’t need tempting.”

And Enjin, solid, grounded as he was, let himself be shoved back. He didn’t fight it. Fu—no, Hii—straddled him again with intention this time, pussy leaking and wet, dragging slick heat along Enjin’s length without sinking down just yet. The way Fu’s body trembled was nearly hidden beneath Hii’s control.

Hii held Fu’s body like it was just clothing, he rolled his hips with skill, letting the head of Enjin’s cock catch just beneath him, teasing the stretched, dripping rim of Fu’s used hole, before pulling away again.

The seal at Fu’s abdomen was shining now, humming with resonance. Hii dragged one clawed finger lazily across it, drawing shapes Enjin couldn’t read, watching it glow brighter as though reacting to his touch.

Enjin tilted his head, meeting those sharp, inhuman eyes with a kind of calm that only made Hii smile wider. “So what now?” Enjin asked. “You claim him completely?”

Hii clicked Fu’s tongue. “Don’t be silly. He’s already mine.” He rocked forward again, like tempting a beast with meat on a hook. “But you’re something else. He wants to believe you’re good. I think you’re just like me.”

Enjin’s cock twitched against the slick heat. His expression didn’t change. “You think I’m a demon?”

“Not a demon,” Hii purred. “But I think you have too many vices to be just a lonesome priest, Father.”

Fu’s body sank down in one sharp, fluid movement, taking all of Enjin’s cock in a wet, greedy glide. The stretch pulled a raw gasp out of Fu’s throat, involuntary and high, a ripple of pain pleasure that made Hii’s smile falter, just for a second, as the host flickered beneath him.

“Ohh,” Hii sighed, closing Fu’s eyes briefly, hips rolling in tight, delicious circles. “He feels it all, you know.”

The head of Enjin’s cock caught right at his fluttering entrance, and when he pushed down again, that used hole welcomed him. Fu’s body jolted, face scrunching like he was waking up mid-dream.

“H-Hii—? What’re—?”

“You’ll thank me later,” Hii whispered in his own ear, voice laughing, and slammed him down onto Enjin’s cock again.

Tears burst fresh from Fu’s eyes again. His thighs trembled violently as he clutched at Enjin’s chest, completely overwhelmed.

Enjin grabbed his hips this time to guide him.

He started thrusting up into him, matching the rhythm, controlling his movement with hands that were unrelenting, but not cruel. He watched every twitch of Fu’s face, every hiccupped moan. Fu was dizzy, back arching, pussy swollen and red from overstimulation, but the pleasure was addictive. He cried, tears cutting clear streaks through his messy black face paint. “Enjinnnn—“

“It’s alright,” Enjin hushed, leaning forward just enough to lick the tears off his cheek. “Slow down. You’re gonna pass out if you keep talking like that.”

His nails dug into Enjin’s shoulders hard enough to leave bloody crescents. Enjin didn’t lose his smile. If anything, he looked like a man fixing a loose hinge or sweeping a floor, utterly unbothered, sleeves rolled up, pleasant hum in his throat. If not for the bead of sweat rolling down his temple and the pinch of his brows, Fu would hardly think the man was affected.

Fu bounced. He cried and drooled and begged again. Riding until his cunt squeezed around Enjin’s cock in a desperate, sobbing orgasm, leaking down the priest’s thighs. The moment Fu came, the seal pulsed again, and Enjin didn’t stop. He grabbed the boy’s hips tighter, flipping him over onto his stomach.

Enjin’s body loomed over Fu’s, casting a long shadow in the flickering candlelight. Enjin didn’t rush. “You asked for this, didn’t you?” he murmured into Fu’s ear, brushing back sweat damp red strands, shifting Fu onto his knees. “Let’s make sure you don’t regret it.”

Fu, on all fours, arched his back when Enjin pushed back inside him, slow at first, enough to stretch him open all over again. 

His moans were soft at first, stifled by the crook of his own elbow, but Enjin wouldn’t have it. He grabbed Fu by the hips, rocking into him faster now, rougher, until Fu’s arms gave out and he sank lower onto the bed. He was being used, utterly and completely, and he wanted more. “You’re still tight,” Enjin hissed, his voice only slightly breathless despite the slick, relentless sounds echoing between them. 

Fu barely managed to whimper back, “I c-can’t—it’s too—”

“Easy,” Enjin murmured from behind, not breathless in the slightest. His voice still had that lazy lilt. “You're gonna burn yourself out at this rate.”

Enjin drove into him from behind, one hand planted firm on Fu’s hip, the other braced beside his head against the mattress. Fu was already trembling, cheek pressed into the sheets, tongue lolling slightly from the side of his mouth as his hips rocked back to meet every devastating thrust Enjin gave him. Slick dripped down the inside of his thighs, frothing messily with the steady rhythm of Enjin’s cock splitting him open from behind.

He was panting. His knees were wobbling where he knelt, and his arms had long since gone limp, folded under his chest. His tail flicked wildly behind him, betraying every little shockwave of pleasure running up his spine.

Enjin shifted. His hand slid upward, and without warning, he gripped one of Fu’s horns.

Fu growled. A noise so raw and low pitched it barely sounded human. His whole body twitched, wings flaring out in a sudden jolt of overstimulation.

“Sensitive?” Enjin hummed, twisting his grip slightly, fingers sliding down toward the base of the horn where it met the skin of Fu’s skull just above the curve of his scalp. He stroked there. Fu couldn’t even answer. “You’re making me feel lonely, being all quiet like that.”

Fu’s back arched like a string had been yanked through his spine, tail flailing behind him, and Enjin grabbed that too.

Wrapped his fist around it, right near the pointy end, and pulled.

Fu collapsed onto the bed, hips twitching uncontrollably. Enjin just chuckled, fingers curling tight around the smooth curve of Fu’s right horn, angling it toward him like a handlebar, his other hand tugging the tail like he was reeling Fu in inch by inch.

He collapsed face first into the pillows, only held up by Enjin’s strong hand gripping his hip and pulling him back onto his cock again. His tears ran freely, smearing black makeup onto the priest’s clean white sheets.

Fu twitched and whimpered, little sobs leaking from his throat, drool pooling on the pillow.

His body spasmed, tail coiling involuntarily, cunt squeezing around Enjin’s cock so tightly it made the man moan into his ear. Slick squirted across the sheets. 

When Enjin finally let go of his horn, Fu slumped forward with a strangled whimper. His whole body felt boneless. His tail curled weakly between his legs.

“…You alive?” Enjin asked, casually, slowing down, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? 

Enjin finally eased out of him, slow, letting his cock drag against every sore, puffy ridge inside Fu’s cunt on the way out. Fu sobbed into the sheets, part from the loss, part from relief. From where he lay, twitching and ruined and drooling onto Enjin’s pillows, Fu’s hand slowly crept up behind him, barely lifting off the bed, and he gave a thumbs up.

Enjin stared for a beat, then huffed, low and sharp, and leaned forward again, brushing Fu’s sticky hair off his flushed, tear streaked face.

“Atta boy,” he said, voice hungry and pleased. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Fu made a sound between a moan and a whimper, one leg twitching where it hung off the side of the bed. His brain felt like soup. His cunt was so swollen and raw he could still feel the phantom imprint of Enjin’s cock inside him, fluttering around nothing, desperate to be filled again. 

Enjin’s actually going to fuck him to death. Fu was the one who was supposed to ride him and drain him dry for dinner until he was a shriveled up husk, and here he was, getting drilled so hard into the mattress he couldn’t even lift a finger. 

Fu didn’t even realize Enjin was moving him until strong hands hooked around his waist and lifted. He whimpered, face still buried in the ruined pillow, makeup smeared across his cheeks in streaks of ash.

Enjin rolled Fu gently onto his side, pressing his knees together with practiced ease and slotting himself in behind him.

Fu tried to protest, but all he managed was a faint noise as Enjin shifted their bodies. A smooth roll of the hips, a guiding hand under Fu’s belly.

Enjin's arm slid beneath his neck, pulling him into the curve of his chest. He hiked one of Fu’s thighs up, opening him just enough to slide back into his cunt.

Before he could recover, Enjin pushed back in from behind at a sharp angle, slow but steady, dragging himself fully into the hilt. Fu’s arm reached over his shoulder and around Enjin’s neck, holding on, clawing weakly at his sweat slick skin.

The movement only seemed to amuse Enjin.

“You really don’t know how to ask for what you want, huh?” he said. His voice was affectionate in a twisted way, but his hips were unrelenting. 

The change in angle hit deeper, slower, but heavier, grinding against that low, aching spot inside Fu that made his toes twitch and curl.

His thighs were slick and sore, marked where Enjin had grabbed him, no doubt bruises would bloom in the shape of those fingers by morning. Fu could hardly wait.

Enjin groaned, leaning in to mouth at Fu’s throat. “That mark of yours is glowing like crazy,” he whispered. 

Enjin rolled him fully onto his back now, never leaving him, just a slow, steady turn, one that pressed him deeper inside.

Fu’s legs instinctively came up around his waist, ankles locking behind him in a desperate vice. A full leg lock, ankles overlapped tightly, a vice grip to keep him deep, to make sure he didn’t stop. “Please—please, don’t stop!” he cried out, head thrown back, mouth open as if gasping for air.

Fu’s fangs dropped down with a snap, his mouth salivating, tongue lolling at the taste of satisfaction, of being filled, of being fed.

“You needed this,” Enjin grunted as he fucked into him harder, like he was driving that truth into Fu’s bones. 

Fu’s eyes rolled back, toes curling as the waves of it came, the pleasure, the release, the completion he hadn’t felt in so long. His tail twitched uncontrollably, and the air around them began to shimmer from the sheer pressure of the energy he was releasing. He was glowing from the inside out, trembling, his soul drinking every second of it down.

And still, Enjin didn’t stop. Fu held on tighter. His nails dug into Enjin’s back. His legs tightened, thighs quivering around Enjin’s waist, hips trying to meet every thrust like it would save his life.

Everything was tied to Enjin now, and it felt right. The magic in him stopped resisting. It opened up, just like Enjin told him to.

Fu’s hands scrambled across Enjin’s back as he pulled him in again, and again, and again, until the mark lit like wildfire, until the entire endless well of Hii’s powers connecting them flared with hungry, feral heat, devouring every second of connection between them.

Fu couldn’t help it. Even with his thighs trembling and his body still trying to catch up to the rhythm Enjin was setting, his eyes roamed. Every part of the man above him was unfair, sharp collarbone glinting with sweat, the long line of his throat flexing with every breath, the casual strength in his arms as he held Fu’s hips like they were made to fit his hands, muscles flexing beneath red and black.

Enjin's hair was a bit tousled now, falling into his face in messy, blonde strands. His gaze flicked up, those eyes burning like embers, and Fu felt them right between his legs.

"You're staring, Fu," Enjin drawled, hands gripping the soft flesh of Fu’s waist bruisingly tight as he dragged Fu’s body up and down his cock like a toy. "Don’t tell me this little taste’s got you hooked already. I'm flattered, really. Most demons need a blood pact to get devotion like that."

Little taste?! He already felt like he’d eaten an entire buffet. 

Fu was going to die.

He was sure of it. Maybe not die die, not literally keel over and croak, though with the way his vision kept flashing white and his legs kept twitching without permission, it was hard to be certain.

Every time Enjin pulled out just to sink back in, deeper than any mortal being had the right to go, Fu’s brain scrambled, his thoughts spinning like a kicked beehive. He’d fed before, plenty of times, sloppy and half starved and quick to cut and run. But this was something else.

He had never come this many times in one feeding session. Not even when he’d tagged a trio of finance bros who thought they could handle a little foursome fun. Not when he’d drained that cop under the guise of confession, or that biker gang leader who thought he’d tamed a kitten.

None of them had looked like this man, like sin incarnate. None of them had this voice, this cocky drawl that kept sneaking under his skin. None of them had those eyes, like Enjin saw everything Fu tried not to say. And none of them, not a single one, had a cock like this, thick and pulsing and curved just so, dragging across the heat inside him like it was made to make him scream.

Enjin must’ve felt something tighten, because he groaned against Fu’s throat.

His mind was unraveling. His toes curled, his vision blurred, his body shuddering like it didn’t care anymore about pride, limits, anything. All he could think was I’m never feeding off anyone else again.

“Want a refill?” Enjin asks, groaning a low, rich sound that makes Fu shiver. Fu’s legs locked again, tighter. His whole body arched like a bowstring pulled to breaking. “Ask me.”

“Feed me,” Fu gasped for air.

Enjin licked the corner of his mouth, even as sweat rolled down his temple.

He drove into him again. Hard. Hot. Deep. And this time when he came, he bit down softly on Fu’s shoulder, muffling the sound of his groan as thick heat poured into him again.

Fu went limp.

He cried harder. Sloppier. Incoherent. Happy.

The seal flashed bright one last time.

Fu was panting into Enjin’s neck, limp as a ragdoll.

His pussy was a mess. Still spread open, warm and dripping, so full it felt like something inside him was pressing softly on his womb. His stomach glowed faintly from the inside, and his mark had dimmed to a low, golden warmth, like a hearth fire. He felt so content, like he’d overindulged himself at a banquet.

Enjin hadn’t pulled out yet. He just… held him, one hand resting between Fu’s shoulder blades. The other ghosting up and down his thigh. Fu sniffled. It felt so good, he didn’t want to move an inch. 

“…You probably want me to leave now.”

Enjin hummed low in his throat, noncommittal. When Fu tried to rise with shaky limbs, Enjin held him tighter, pulling Fu closer to his warm body. “I don’t want to burden you.” Fu whispered again, as if saying it made it more real.

“You passed out for two minutes,” Enjin said, not releasing him in the slightest. “You’d fall on the floor if I let go. And I want to stay.”

Fu’s throat felt raw, but he still managed to choke out, “You want to stay?”

Enjin’s breath rumbled in his chest. Deep, steady, unbothered.

“Mm. Yeah.” A lazy murmur, but there was no mistaking the confidence behind it. “You’re warm.”

Fu flushed at that, hiding his face in Enjin’s shoulder. “Still…”

He meant it. Most people didn’t stay. Fu himself usually either left before the energy thinned out, or they tossed him aside once they got off. Succubi didn’t have reputations for cuddling, and Fu hadn’t ever expected it.

But Enjin’s arm was still wrapped around him. 

“Fu,” he said. “I don’t just take what I need and leave.”

Fu’s breath hitched. Well… if he insisted, then…

He tried to wriggle deeper into the pillow of Enjin’s chest as if he could melt through it entirely. Enjin didn’t stop him, if anything, he curled around Fu a little more, a long leg slinging comfortably over Fu’s hip to keep him pinned like some indulgent predator who’d already eaten but liked having his prey close anyway.

He’s a total freak,” Hii murmured in his head, finally stirring again. “Didn’t even flinch when I took over.

He’s really nice too, Fu thought, rubbing his cheek against Enjin’s bare chest.

And he’s got good cum.

“Hii!” Fu hissed under his breath, cheeks flaring red.

What? You’ve been fed before. But this one actually nourished us.

Fu squirmed. The seal on his womb gave a happy little pulse, like it agreed.

He could be the one. Your host. We’d stop starving.

Fu covered his face with both hands.

He felt safe. He felt like he was glowing inside and out. His tail curled softly over his own thigh, and his wings shivered as they slowly relaxed from their stiff, overstimulated shape. All the while, Enjin kept drawing invisible shapes into his skin, soothing him. He wanted to bury himself inside this feeling and never come out.

A hand caught his wrist.

Fu flinched, startled, but it was gentle. Just Enjin, his thumb brushing lightly beneath Fu’s eye, smearing away the faint streak of dried tears and sweat.

Fu’s eyes darted down to the place where they were still connected, his spent cunt still snug around Enjin’s cock, which was softening inside him. Thank god Fu’s magic wore off. He wouldn’t last another round. 

“Why are you blushing?” Enjin teased.

Fu’s lashes fluttered. His face felt scalding.

“Oh come on,” Enjin drawled, lips brushing against the shell of Fu’s ear, “you’re not gonna get shy now, are you? After the way you begged for it?”

Fu dared a glance upward at that face. The one that had made his knees weak before he ever opened his mouth. That lazy, sharp boned handsomeness that made Fu’s stomach do flips like a washed up fish and his thoughts tangle into knots.

He swallowed hard.

“I…” he started, voice already wobbling. “I wanted to ask…”

Enjin didn’t push.

Fu's gaze dropped to his hands on Enjin’s chest, the cross carefully placed over his heart.

He felt his throat tighten.

“…Will you be my host?” he asked softly. Then added quickly, “I mean—I’d feed from you, of course, I wouldn’t just stay for free, but I’d be loyal, and—and useful, and Hii likes you too, and I’d be good! Really good, I swear, and—”

A firm hand rested on his thigh. Enough weight to still his spiral. Fu’s mouth snapped shut with a tiny squeak.

“I know what it means,” Enjin said.

Fu blinked up at him, wide eyed, ears pink.

“…And?” he breathed.

Enjin tilted his head, that sharp gaze lingering like he was seeing through all the nervous energy, all the desperate flattery, all the insecurity stitched into Fu’s trembling posture.

“You’re kind of a people pleaser,” he said at last.

Fu drooped. “…Oh.”

Told you,” Hii muttered dryly inside him. “You have all the subtlety of a drunk.

“But,” Enjin continued, stroking absently over the curve of Fu’s hip, “you’re honest. And I can tell you want to mean well.”

Fu’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. His fingers twitched where they rested on Enjin’s chest. He wasn’t used to praise that didn’t sound condescending.

Enjin’s eyes pierced through him. “I want you to tell me why you need a host.”

After a long silence, barely above a whisper, he spoke. “…There was this time,” Fu said slowly, voice trembling. “I—I made a decision for myself.”

Enjin didn’t interrupt. Fu cleared his throat thickly.

“It was a long time ago. Before I got Hii. Before I knew what I was doing. I thought if I just trusted myself for once, it would… I don’t know. Work out.” He pulled back just enough to look up at Enjin, his eyes glassy. “I was wrong.”

Don’t,” Hii warned quietly in his head, a rare note of fear laced in his tone. “You don’t have to tell him this.

Fu pushed through it.

“I hurt myself. I chose something, and it went so wrong I—I didn’t ever want to be responsible ever again.”

His voice cracked at the end, and he bit his tongue to keep from crying again. He ducked his head, shame burning hot in his chest.

“I’m scared that if I pick something again, I’ll ruin it.”

Enjin was silent for a long moment. He reached up and ran his fingers through Fu’s hair, slow and steady. “You’ve been like this for a long time?”

Fu nodded, tearful.

“If you want structure, I’ll give it. If you want rules, I’ll make them. If you want someone to take responsibility, that’s me now,” Enjin told him.

Fu looked up. “You’ll really… tell me what to do?”

“Yeah,” Enjin said. “But I’ll also teach you how to trust yourself again. Not just obey.”

Fu blinked up at him, startled. Hope and fear fought in his expression.

“…What if I don’t want to?” he whispered.

Enjin smiled faintly. “Then I’ll wait.”

Fu smiled again too. His tail thumped happily against the mattress behind him.

“If you’re my host… You’ll boss me around lots?”

Enjin blinked, caught off guard.

Fu squirmed a little in his lap, arms looped loosely around his neck, and continued in a small, hopeful voice, “Like, tell me what to do? Give me rules. Orders. Stuff like that. I’m really good at listening.”

“Uh… Fu,” Enjin tried to get through to him, but Fu was already imagining it in his head.

“…You’re gonna give me so many rules, right?” he pressed, voice rising with eagerness. “Strict ones. Hard ones. You’ll get mad if I break them—like really mad—and I’ll have to apologize and do better and you’ll forgive me, and—”

Enjin placed a finger against his lips.

“You want a punishment and reward system?” he asked, dry.

Fu nodded. Earnestly.

“Jesus,” Enjin muttered, shaking his head with an exasperated smile. “You are so high maintenance.”

“Don’t I know,” Hii huffed in agreement. Fu wilted. 

“But,” Enjin added, thumb brushing over Fu’s bottom lip where he’d quieted him, “I can handle high maintenance. If you keep being this good for me.”

Fu melted. “I will,” he whispered. “I will, I will. I swear, Enjin.”

Then Enjin reached up again, gently catching Fu’s chin between his fingers and lifting it. “Look at me,” he said.

Fu did, nerves bouncing in his chest. Like a schoolboy waiting to be scolded or kissed, and he didn’t know which.

Enjin studied him, quiet for a beat too long.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” he said, voice low.

Fu’s heart stuttered.

“…That’s okay,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “You don’t have to be. I mean, if you want to lie sometimes that’s fine too, I don’t mind, I’m really flexible—”

You’re embarrassing us,” Hii groaned. 

Enjin exhaled slowly, and gave Fu a look like he’d just watched him walk into an alleyway with a pervert who offered him some candy. His expression said have some more self preservation, kid. 

“I’m technically a priest,” Enjin said, voice shifting, heavier now. “But… I’m part of a group that exterminates demons. We exorcise them. I exorcise things like you.”

Fu froze. Everything inside him went cold, like a bucket of water thrown over his soul. His wings tensed. 

Get out,” Hii hissed, panic laced rage crackling through him. “Fu, get us out of here right now. I can’t protect you like this if he turns—

But Enjin kept talking.

“I want you to join us.”

Fu blinked. His mouth hung open.

“…Huh?” he said dumbly. “HUH??” Hii echoed.

“You’re possessed by something older, and much stronger. But instead of hurting people, you’ve kept it controlled. You’re powerful. You could do good with that.”

Enjin’s thumb traced slow circles on Fu’s leg again.

“Help us. Use that strength to protect others. And in return…” Enjin smiled faintly. “I’ll feed you. Whenever you want. You’ll never go hungry again.”

Fu’s lip wobbled. His whole chest tightened.

“I…” He sniffed. “I’d really… like that.”

“If you stay,” Enjin said, “you follow our rules. You ask before feeding. You don’t lie. You don’t use your magic on anyone without permission.”

Fu nodded quickly, but Enjin held up a finger.

“And,” he added, a glint in his eye, “you stop hiding yourself every time I look at you. Your face is cute, and I wanna see it.”

Fu trembled. His heart pounded so loud it nearly drowned Hii out.

“…Yes, Sir,” he whispered.

Enjin’s mouth curved into a soft smile. “Good,” he said. “You did good, Fu.”

Fu lit up. He threw his arms around Enjin’s neck, tail wagging like a puppy’s, burying his face against the man’s collarbone.

“I’ll be the best minion ever,” he mumbled. “Promise.”

Enjin huffed softly. “Minion?” he echoed, amused.

Fu stiffened slightly. Had he said the wrong thing?

Great,” Hii muttered. “Now he thinks you’re a loser. Good job, worm.

“I just meant loyal,” Fu stammered. “Like, dedicated, not like, grovely or—well I mean I can grovel if that’s your thing, but I—"

Enjin cut him off with a quiet chuckle. The sound was warm. Almost… fond.

“No more minion talk,” he said. “How about… companion? Friends?”

Fu paused, leaning back.

“Companion,” he repeated softly, like he was tasting it. His arms loosened around Enjin’s neck.

Not tool. Not parasite. Not problem. Not leech or mouth or weakling or mistake.

Companion. No one had ever called him that before. A friend.

Like an equal. Like a partner. Like someone you wanted around, not someone you put up with.

That’s… not funny,” Hii whispered, for once sounding small. “Don’t joke about things like that.

“I’m not joking,” Enjin uttered, and Fu realized, with a strange flutter of his chest, that he’d said it out loud.

Enjin reached up and pushed a strand of Fu’s hair back from his cheek, fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary.

“You’ve been alone a long time,” he murmured. “I can tell.”

Fu’s eyes stung. He blinked rapidly, trying not to cry again.

Enjin wants him. Not because he was useful. Not just because Hii made him stronger.

But because… maybe… Enjin liked him.

Fu ducked his head. “I wanna be yours,” he said. “Your companion. Not just for feeding. For everything.”

“So, companions. I think I like that.” Enjin’s arms wrapped tighter around his waist. “How does that sound to you two?”

Enjin looked between Fu’s face and something behind his eyes. He knew he was speaking not just to the trembling demon in his lap, but also to the one coiled inside him. Hii, who had been silent more than usual. Protective in that sharp, cold way he rarely admitted aloud.

…I like that more,” Hii said finally, almost sheepish, like he hadn’t meant to speak out loud.

Fu blinked, startled. You do? he asked in his head. 

“Don’t make it weird,” Hii muttered quickly. “It just sounds better than ‘minion’ or whatever you usually go with.

It startled Fu a little to hear it like that. To feel Hii soften.

His own lips parted, breath catching, and he looked up at Enjin like he couldn’t quite believe this was real.

“I like that more too,” Fu whispered, to both Hii and Enjin. He reached up and touched Enjin’s chest, fingers splayed delicately over the firm warmth beneath his shirt like he was afraid it would all vanish if he didn’t hold on.

He laughed, nervous, a little giddy, and leaned in to press his forehead to Enjin’s. “That’s the first time I think we’ve ever agreed on anything,” he murmured. “Me and Hii, I mean.”

“I’m honored,” Enjin replied, lips tilting into a wry smile. “Didn’t know I was charming enough to win over two demons at once.”

Fu beamed, then almost immediately, he ducked his head, flushed red. “Oh god, if you say it like that, it sounds like we’re a package deal—like one of those haunted doll twin sets or something.”

“You are a package deal,” Enjin said, with no hint of teasing this time. “You’re… you. And he’s part of you, but his own person too. And if I want one, I’m taking both.”

Fu stared at him. That same strange tightness was blooming in his chest again, full to the brim and on the verge of spilling over.

“You want me?” he asked. “Really me? Even with…”

He trailed off and tapped his temple lightly, the silent gesture that meant Hii, and the hunger, and everything wrong.

“Yeah,” Enjin said. “Especially with.”

That did it. The tears welled again, no matter how fast Fu blinked. But this time, he wasn’t ashamed of them. They were soft tears. He let them fall.

“I won’t let you down,” he said earnestly, voice thick.

“Good,” Enjin said, stroking his hair again. “Because I’m going to expect a lot from you.”

Fu nodded, eyes glossy. His tail curled around their legs.

He settled more comfortably in Enjin’s arms. In his head, Hii was quiet too. 

That, more than anything, told Fu he’d made the right choice.