Immeasurable Debauchery – Mephisto x Reader
(Rated E - Explicit)
Summary: What happens when an acolyte fresh from Kamar-Taj disregards the Sorcerer Supreme's direct instructions not to summon Mephisto? Immeasurable debauchery, of course.
A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry, I had to get this out of my system because Mephisto is WAY TOO FINE. Please forgive me. This is just shameless brain dump smut. I swear I'll be back to my regularly scheduled programming VERY SOON. This will be on my AO3 for registered users only, so if you want to read it there, the link is here.
WARNINGS, PLEASE READ: Female Reader-Insert, Demon sex, Demon summoning, Demon/Human relationship, graphic depiction of smut, biting, P-in-V sex, Unsafe sex, Teasing, Oral Sex, Anal fingering, Forked tongue usage, Tongue fucking, Humping, Magical sex, Dirty talk, Multiple orgasms, Dom/sub undertones, PWP (Porn Without Plot), Moaning
You had never really grown out of your oppositional defiant phase, according to your family. In fact, that’s exactly how you ended up at the steps of Kamar-Taj; you’d been at your lowest in life (no thanks to your impulsive disregard for authority), and you had traveled all the way to Nepal, desperate to reclaim your life and power.
Now, after a solid year of training, armed with your newfound abilities and a sling-ring, the Sorcerer Supreme Wong had assigned you to New York’s Sanctum Sanctorum as one of the many metaphysical protectors of the realm.
The first thing you did after setting foot in the Sanctum was to head straight to the library. The texts at Kamar-Taj were numerous, and you wanted to see the extension of their book collection.
“I admire your desire to study the mystic arts,” Wong said after finding you had pulled an all-nighter in the library. He began to restack the books you had piled next to you that you had not yet gotten to. You silently seethed, knowing that it would take forever to find those specific books again.
Then, Wong looked at the book he was currently reshelving. His face went stony, and his gaze met yours, measured and chastising.
“What are you doing with this one?” he asked, his tone not betraying his true feelings.
You had shrugged. “Looked interesting.”
Wong’s jaw clenched. “There are not many things that are forbidden for you to access in this Sanctum, but this—“ He held the dark, tattered book up. “—Is not for you.”
“Shouldn’t it be in the restricted section, then?” you smirked.
“For you, perhaps. It is not off-limits to many others, but I know you. The knowledge in here would destroy you,” Wong said ominously.
You rolled your eyes and used your magic to snatch the book from across the room and into your waiting hands. “Hmm, let’s see what’ll destroy me today,” you teased, flipping through the book. Wong started in your direction but you dodged his grasp. You finally landed on a page that looked very much like what you would expect to be in a Satanist’s spellbook.
“Ooh, this looks fun. Who’s Mephi-“
“NO!” Wong snapped, his own magic wrenching the text away from your hands.
You whipped your head around to look at him, suddenly a little scared at his desperate aggression.
“No,” he repeated. “You do not say his name. Not now. Not ever. You don’t understand its power!”
“Oh, am I summoning He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?” you joked. Wong didn’t respond. “Voldemort.”
He still didn’t respond to your joke. Wong sighed, sending the book floating back to an empty shelf. “If you don’t heed any of my warnings, heed this one…” Wong placed both his hands on your shoulders and waited until you made eye contact to continue. “Never summon Mephisto.”
It was a full moon, bright and clear as it shone through the curtains of your room. But you wouldn’t be using your room as it was. You rationalized that using the mirror dimension would be the safest way to summon him (not that there was a safe way to summon a demon, but you know). If the mirror dimension could be used to contain threats, then summoning the threat in the mirror dimension would keep it from getting out, right? That seemed logical.
You paused, listening for any rousing sound in the Sanctum, perhaps Wong’s frantic footsteps traveling down the hall so that he could stop you. But he wouldn’t stop you. Delay you, perhaps. You had to find out why summoning this Mephisto guy was so taboo.
Satisfied that no one was coming to stop you, you stepped into the fractalized mirror dimension, the moonlight now illuminating multiple angles of the book you held in your hand. You had carefully read the instructions and covertly gathered the supplies you needed (some virgin’s blood—gross—along with the eye of a martyr and the fragment of something called the Empire Stone).
You lit six candles and spread them in a half-circle on your desk. The three objects were spaced out within a grid of salt, as per the instructions. Once everything was in place, it was time to say the incantation.
The chant was long and written in Latin, so getting the pronunciation was a bitch. That was the most time-consuming aspect of the entire ritual. But after reading and rereading the handwritten text with the pronunciations still fresh in your mind, you felt confident enough to proceed. You took a deep breath, readying yourself to speak the first word.
“You know, you don’t need all that,”a man’s soft voice sounded behind you, causing your blood to turn into ice. You would have jumped right out of your skin if your entire being hadn’t immediately recognized who had spoken.
“It’s the intent that matters. So long as you’re willing and dedicated to doing the ritual, that’s all that matters.” His voice… it was so casual and suave and… ancient. So very, very ancient. As old as time itself.
You swallowed, steeling yourself, and slowly turned around. Holy shit. You did it. But also, holy fucking shit.
The man, cool and calm with his dark eyes upon you, smiled. You weren’t expecting whomever you were summoning to look like this: hot.
His dark countenance drew you in, danger and all. His black hair to his shoulders, his beard trimmed just so, and the suspenders—god, the suspenders. A brief flash of you tearing the suspenders off his shoulders shot through your mind’s eye.
Mephisto stared at you, this bright-eyed and naive little acolyte of the late Ancient One’s teachings. It had been decades since someone within the walls of the Sanctum Sanctorum had been stupid enough to summon him.
However, you didn’t seem fearful. Quite the opposite, in fact. Was that pride in your face? Smugness? Why had you summoned him? He had to know.
“Forgive me,” he said, his ancient voice solidifying into a British accent straight from an episode of EastEnders. (Weird choice for a demon, but OK, you thought. Still hot.) “I haven’t properly introduced myself.”
“Mephisto,” you whispered.
His eyebrows pitched up, feigning surprise. “So you do know who I am. I’ll tell you what, though,” he added, casually beginning to meander around your room. “It’s been a while since I’ve been purposefully summoned here.” He stopped at a bookcase where his eyes lazily danced over decorative relics.
“Apparently, we’re not supposed to summon you,” you stated. Mephisto turned his head—oh, fuck, the way he was looking at you was way sexier than you cared to admit. No, stop, you had to focus. Damn him, why did he have to appear to you like this and not with little red devil horns and a pitchfork?
“Well, I wasn’t supposed to summon you. I was explicitly told not to.”
That brought a bark of laughter forth from Mephisto’s throat. “Then you must have a pretty good reason for you to disobey the Sorcerer Supreme. Tell me,” he paused, stalking slowly over to you.
You stepped back involuntarily, realizing much too late that, somehow, you were no longer in the mirror dimension. When had that happened? A chill ran down your spine; whether it was from intimidation or… some other feeling was unclear to you. Your back hit your desk, the candles long since snuffed out.
You found yourself staring up at the demon, his expression that of mischief and mayhem. He was so much taller than you, his heated form rippling beneath his white shirt. His breath tickled your eyelashes, and his scent… fucking hell, his scent. Smoky, musky, like the best parts of a crackling bonfire. Closer to Dragon’s Blood incense than anything. You fought the urge to bury your nose in his hair and inhale, attempting to get high on his pheromones. His eyes raked up and down your form, a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting straight down your stomach (please, do that again…).
“Why have you summoned me here? What is it that you desire, little bird?” his voice lowered, each word dripping with ease. Little bird, he had called you. You stifled a moan at the base of your throat.
Mephisto hadn’t entirely told the truth: yes, the intent of the ritual mattered when summoning him, but with you, it had been purely your desire to summon him that brought him to you. The second you turned to acknowledge him, however, he had felt your desire shift. Whether you knew what your new desire was, that remained to be seen.
You were almost intriguing to him. Almost.
You wanted to answer him. You needed to… His gaze compelled you to reply truthfully.
“I wanted to see if I could.”
That earned a smirk from Mephisto. He should be furious; he should rage so hard the walls shake because an insignificant human dared to bring him into her presence for no reason at all. He should be fuming at the thought that this was a game to her. The absolute audacity to summon him, the Great and Terrible Mephistopheles, into her bedroom like she was playing a little Ouija board. Yes, he should be feeling all of this.
But instead, he chuckled in genuine amusement. Cheeky little chit.
You swallowed hard. Why… was he laughing? You followed the bob of his Adam’s apple beneath the edge of his beard scruff with your eyes. You wanted to make him laugh again.
“Just to see if you could, eh?” he repeated. “That is a new one.”
“I was told you would destroy me if I did. Especially me,” you paraphrased Wong’s words.
“Destroy you? No, no, no, no, darling. I grant desires.” He drew out the last word deliciously, sparking something within you. “Now, do some of my clients get a little bent along the way to their desires? Sometimes. But I’d say I’ve got a pretty good track record.” He chucked his head to the side. “For the most part.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Who says? Your clients?” He nodded slightly. “And where are they now?”
Mephisto grinned cheekily. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Oh, Jesus, his voice was killing you.
A sense of trust built between you would bridge the gap. You were too guarded by disdain for authority. Your true desire, the new one… he needed you to admit it. Time to go in for the kill.
“Now,” he said your name. You hadn’t told him your name… had you? “Does the Sorcerer Supreme believe you to be… weak-willed?”
You thought for a moment. “No. Yes. I don’t know. He seemed to imply that I wasn’t as strong or good enough as the other trainees from Kamar-Taj.” The truth spilled from your lips unbidden. You didn’t care, though. It felt nice to tell him the truth.
He adjusted his stance, his hands in his pockets, his ever-discerning eye fixed on you. He was trying to figure you out. You could feel him staring into your soul; you could feel him wanting it. He wanted to make a deal for it. You were almost inclined to let him.
Mephisto inhaled; you practically reeked of desire. Human, carnal, intoxicating desire. He enjoyed that aspect of humans. The stench they emitted when their body desperately wanted to fuck. The pheromones that wafted from… well, in this case, your pussy. So heady and lustful.
A slight silence hung between the two of you, but it wasn’t awkward. You don’t know how long it lasted, but all you knew was that his very presence left you wanting more of… well, him.
“Well, my little pet, as much as I would love to stay and chat, I do have other matters to attend to,” he suddenly said, turning to walk towards your bedroom door.
The air around you immediately felt empty and cold. No, he couldn’t go just yet!
“Unless,” he stopped, almost as if he sensed you were about to stop him.
“Unless what?” you asked. You were practically shaking trying not to jump his bones.
Mephisto moseyed around, scratching at his beard. “Well, usually, when I’m summoned, it’s because someone desired something of me. And I’m not usually one to leave one… wanting, you see?”
You swallowed. Oh, fuck, was he implying what you thought he was implying?
“I know a lot of things, yeah? But the thing is, I don’t just hand over what people want. They’ve got to ask me for it.” Mephisto closed the gap he created between the two of you once again.
“Ask you?” you repeated stupidly. You clenched and unclenched your free hand, your other knuckles white from gripping the book with Mephisto’s ritual.
Mephisto nodded. He gently pried the book from your hand and reached behind you to set it down on your desk. He watched as you breathed in his dizzying scent. You shut your eyes, drowning in it, lips parting so you could taste his air.
“Now, sweet bird,” his voice quieted to almost a growl. “What is it that you desire?”
Your lips formed the words before you knew you were speaking: “I desire you, Mephisto.”
Who was he to deny you?
“Yes, you knew exactly what you were doing when you summoned me, didn't you?” he hissed in your ear. He brought his hand to your cheek, his touch ghosting across your skin. Every hair on your neck raised—you shouldn’t be doing this.
You whimpered, clenching your thighs together.
“What is it? Talk to me,” he demanded softly.
“M-may I touch you?” you asked of the demon. You felt it only right to ask permission of such a powerful creature.
Mephisto chuckled low. He took both of your hands and placed them on his chest. “My body is yours to defile, little bird.”
You almost choked. “What will it cost me?” you asked, your eyes meeting his. A flash of white seared across his gaze, frightening you for a split second.
“Don’t worry, my pet.” He slowly pushed himself up against your body, his half-hard cock pressing into you. “I’ll take exactly what I’m owed.”
Your instinct to get as close as possible to him took over, and you reached down to unbutton your pants.
“Allow me,” Mephisto smirked.
You suddenly felt the cold air of your room over your entire body, your hardening nipples brushing against his shirt. You looked down; he had disappeared your clothes. “How—?”
Mephisto shut you up with a rough kiss, one that wasn’t filled with love. It was lust, placation, designed to quiet you. But you leaned into it, not caring that he didn’t care about you in any capacity.
You parted your thighs, letting his leg press into you. The friction of his pants sent sparks through your body, and you gasped against his lips. Your hips bucked, chasing that sensation again. Your slick was certainly going to stain his dark slacks as you sloppily humped his leg again and again.
“Making such a mess, aren’t we, little love?” he chuckled, his deft fingers suddenly coming in between your clit and the fabric of his pants. “We can’t have that, now, can we?” He circled your clit softly with his thumb, drawing a high-pitched noise from your chest.
“What a lovely little noise,” he said, and you couldn’t tell how you had gotten onto your bed, face up with your legs hanging over the edge. Confused, you sat up on your elbows to see Mephisto standing between your legs, rolling his sleeves further up his arms. Fuck…
“Let’s see if I can make you do it again,” he said before kneeling down and burying his head at the apex of your thighs.
“What—?” You only got out one word before Mephisto’s tongue dove into your weeping pussy. You made that same little cry again as you clenched around his tongue. A satisfied ‘hmph’ rumbled through you up from your sex from his throat.
Mephisto squeezed your thighs with his hands, pushing them farther apart. “Delicious little human,” he growled, a lower pitch resonating through his regular voice.
Before you could question it, a new sensation made you nearly clamp your thighs shut. His strong hands held your legs apart, and you realized what you were feeling. His tongue was fucking your pussy, but it was also somehow… fuck, his tongue was also circling your clit.
You laughed between moans, your nails gripping your bedsheets.
“Something funny, little pet?” he asked, his mouth still in your pussy.
“Demons really do have forked tongues, I suppose,” you forced out. You looked down, Mephisto’s dark eyes grinning back at you.
You thought for sure that he would have some witty response, but he instead put his mouth to an even better use and doubled down as he simultaneously fucked you and pleasured your clit with his devilish tongue.
You arched your back and involuntarily reached down and tangled your fingers through his hair. As you pushed your hips further towards him, you realized with an icy shard that you might be overstepping your bounds by daring to tug his hair.
You then heard a strangled sigh come from his lips, and your bed jerked. You repeated your action and yanked his head forward by his hair, earning you another deep, resonant moan. Your pussy clenched at the sound of his voice, so you pressed your luck and yanked a third time.
Mephisto brought his gaze up, his lips and beard wet with your slick. “Naughty little bird.” You shivered at the absence of his tongue.
“Please…” you begged. You had been so close.
“Now, now,” he husked, starting to crawl up onto the bed and on top of you. “I’m trying to do my job down there, giving you what you desire…” He leaned up, his hands trailing your body with his fingers stopping at your nipples. “And here you are, distracting me.” His words grew dark and ancient again. “What have you got to say for yourself, little pet?”
No words came to your mind, but your oppositionally defiant streak surged. You reached down and palmed his pulsing cock through his pants.
Mephisto shut his eyes and moaned, his hips bucking into your touch. You smirked, but seemingly sensing your brattiness, he quite literally snarled as he came down to plant a bite onto your neck. His sharp teeth were definitely going to leave a mark.
“Little birdie doesn’t know when to stop, does she?” His eyes flashed white once again, and this time, he did scare you. You froze your ministrations, your blood running cold.
Mephisto could sense how you tensed up, so in placation, he began to run his thumbs over your pebbling nipples.
“It’s been a long while since I fucked a human, little pet.” His voice softened as he began to nuzzle the bite mark in a gesture that wasn’t quite sweet. “You’ll have to forgive me… I forget how fragile you lot are.”
You swallowed, mellowing to his touch once again, but still silent. You remembered exactly how you got into this situation: you were trying to summon a demon. Even though you hadn’t foreseen the two of you fucking, it still did you well to remember that Mephisto was not of this world.
“You say the word and I stop, little one,” Mephisto spoke again, more gently. “I only give what is desired, and I take once you’re sated.”
This was also a half-truth, but so was what he said earlier. It had been a long while since he’d fucked a human, but it had also been a while since he had fucked anyone in general, human or not. With humans growing more covetous over material things and power, Mephisto had had little time to indulge in his own desires. You were a welcome respite, and he hated to admit it, but deep down, he would promise just about anything in order to keep fucking you. Perhaps more than once.
“What if what I want isn’t for you to treat me like I’m fragile?” you asked, your voice small but husky.
Mephisto turned his head to look at you, his blackened eyes studying your face for any signs of hesitation. “Oh, little bird,” he breathed, tracing your features with the feather-light touch of his ringed forefinger. “You have no idea what you’re asking.”
Goosebumps followed his touch, a shiver jolting down your spine. “Maybe I want it anyway,” you jutted your chin defiantly, knowing that you were pushing the envelope with this. But you knew that if you backed out now, you would forever be curious and filled with gaping regret.
You brought your hands to his shoulders and, despite the force with which you wanted to rip them off, you pushed his suspenders achingly slowly off of him. He watched the motion, his eyes as sharp as a cat stalking a little mouse.
“If you didn’t hold back, what would you do to me, demon?” you hissed, punctuating the last word.
This time, when his eyes flashed white, it wasn’t scary. Instead, it was the primal manifestation of one of the Seven Deadly Sins: lust.
Mephisto sat up on his knees, still straddling you. He pushed his hair out of his face and unthreaded his arms from his suspenders. “Well, human,” his voice distorted as he named your species. He crawled back over you and reached down to unzip his pants. “I suppose I would fuck every one of your wet holes until you screamed my name so loud you roused all the princes of Hell. Then, and only then, would I allow your needy little cunt to cum all over me again and again and again, knowing that once I’m done with you, you’ll only ever be my little fucktoy for all Eternity.”
He pulled out his cock, hot and heavy, and teased your wet slit. His velvet member slid oh-so-perfectly against your clit as he spoke, bringing you nearly to tears. You started to look down at his cock, trying to gauge exactly how big he was (because you could already feel that he was absolutely massive).
Mephisto tipped your chin back up so that you were looking at him again. “No, no, you don’t need to worry about that, lovely. Eyes up here.” He began to slowly rock his hips against your pelvis, his dick teasing your swollen clit with every languid movement.
“Now, does that all sound amenable to you? Little human?” he taunted, smirking.
You nodded, words failing you as white hot pleasure surged with every teasing thrust of his hips.
“Use your words,” he commanded.
“Yes, it does… Mephisto.”
He smiled demonically. “All right then.”
With dizzying speed, Mephisto flipped you over onto your stomach, his once light touches now bruising your hips as he positioned your backside in the air. You panicked a little, worried that while he would most assuredly be a tight fit in your pussy, your asshole was definitely not ready to take him at all.
It was like he read your mind: “Don’t worry, little pet, I won’t use my cock there this time.” He reached his hand around to your lips. “Open.” You obeyed, three of his fingers diving into your wet mouth. His ring clacked against your teeth, and you gagged as he laved his digits with your saliva close to the back of your throat. As quickly as he entered your mouth, he withdrew.
Your unspoken question was answered as you felt his forefinger slide into your anus, the metal of his ring searing into your delicate skin.
A lewd moan escaped you, much louder than you had anticipated, and Mephisto chuckled. He added another finger as you adjusted and slowly began to pump in and out.
You shuddered, clenching your pussy around nothing as shards of pleasure echoed through your body. You pushed your ass back towards him, wanting more of him there.
A sharp smack landed on one of your ass cheeks, and you cried out, almost cumming right there on the spot.
“Don’t get greedy, now, all in good time. You want this to last, don’t you?” he purred.
“Y-yes,” you moaned, louder. It crossed your mind that someone in the Sanctum might hear the debauchery occurring in your bedroom, but at this point, you hardly cared. Let Wong burst through the door and see just how defiant you were.
“Please,” you whined, unsure what you were begging for.
You then felt his tip tease the entrance to your dripping cunt. Yes, this was what you were pleading for. You couldn’t even find your words.
“Let’s see how well you take my cock, darling…” Mephisto slowed the fingers that were fucking your asshole, and with a deep, ancient growl, he pushed his massive cock into your pussy, stretching your hole beyond what you thought was possible.
You moaned, your voice high-pitched and absolutely fucking loud. Your eyes watered; you weren’t going to lie— it hurt. There was no way he was going to fit, but to your surprise, chagrin, pleasure, all three— he kept going.
Mephisto sighed, his warm body arching over yours, as he finally stilled. Neither of you moved, especially you, for fear that if you did, you would rip apart. Instead, you quivered, your walls desperate to pulse around him.
He whispered something in Latin… no, not Latin. Some language much older than any here on earth. The strange syllables fell from his lips like molten silver, but you understood every word.
“So tight for me, my little human.”
Your breaths came in shallow bursts, your pleasure dangling on the edge of the cliff. Mephisto released your hip and reached around your thigh, snaking his fingers through your bush. His fingers found your pulsating pearl at the apex of your legs.
“Oh, God,” you whimpered.
“God can’t help you now, pet.” One stroke.
Stars exploded behind your eyes as your orgasm crashed through you. His hands worked you through it, his ministrations in your asshole and on your clit pushing you through wave after wave of pleasure. He didn’t stop, oh, god, he wasn’t stopping. You were going to pass out if he didn’t stop. But you came once more, and then a third time in quick succession. Is this what dying felt like? Your cunt fluttered around his dick and you heard him swear. If you had been more conscious, you might have thought that was hot. However, as quickly as any thoughts formed, your brain immediately discarded them in order to take in as many endorphins as it could.
You regained your composure as you gasped against your pillow for air. No one had ever made you cum like that.
“Up, up,” you heard Mephisto instruct. Without thinking, you sat up, your back against his chest. Your breasts heaved with each breath you took, and you allowed your head to fall back onto his shoulder.
He took his hand from your clit and steadied it against your throat, his pinky ring cutting into your skin.
“Are you ready?” he asked you, his beard scratching your cheek. You nodded. His hand gently tightened around your throat, and his lips ghosted your ear. “Words.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, yes, please,” you whined into his jawline. “Fuck me, please!”
Mephisto locked his gaze with yours and smiled. “Every hole, birdie,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to yours.
Your eyes fell closed as his tongue parted your lips. His hips rocked against you, his massive cock sliding out and leaving you empty.
You tried to protest, but you realized that his tongue was still in your mouth. In fact, it kept going, going, until you could feel the thick muscle at the back of your throat. You gagged, but swallowed around his magic tongue.
Mephisto slammed back into you, his fingers doing the same to your anus, and— fucking hell, it was all too much.
You squirmed beneath him, the sensations of it all overwhelming you. He held you fast against your throat, pressure slightly building against your pulse points. Dizzy. You were dizzy. Fuck, you were going to pass out. It was too much, too good, all at once.
“This is what you wanted, little pet.” He somehow spoke to you while his demon tongue fucked your throat.
Your whole body rocked with his own blistering rhythm, completely trapped against him and at his whim.
He must have sensed you were starting to genuinely suffocate because his tongue slithered up and back into his mouth. He parted from your lips, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.
“Now, before I let your little whore cunt cum, tell me, sweet.” Mephisto slid his hand up to your jaw and squeezed. “Who do you belong to?”
You could do nothing but stare into the black voids of his eyes as you bounced on his cock, every fiber of your being begging him to go back to your clit as you were almost there… so very close.
“You,” you strained. “Only you…”
Mephisto smirked. “Say my name. Wake up the Sorcerer Supreme. Scream my name, little pet.”
Your face still locked on his, you felt a third hand crawl down your stomach and work your clit for the final few thrusts of his dick.
“Mephisto,” you cried as you came.
Your fate was sealed.
Mephisto let a moan rumble through his chest as your tight cunt flexed around his cock. By the kings of hell, why didn’t he come across your bed sooner?
He rolled his hips one final time, his balls tightening as he spilled his demonic seed from his own rippling orgasm. Your cunt was made for this, for him. You milked his cock like the good little human you were.
You collapsed onto your bed, his swollen cock still buried deep within you, as you attempted to catch your runaway breath. Your sweaty skin started to cool in the night air, the pale moonlight still flitting in through your window.
Mephisto cleared his throat lazily and finally slid his slick digits out of your asshole. He stood, his cock leaving you empty and desperate for more. You wanted him to fill you again and stay there. You would never be whole again without him inside you.
Your eyes flitted over to watch him. You accounted for all his limbs, so that phantom third arm must have been some sort of illusion. However, you caught a glimpse of his dick as he tucked himself back into his pants.
God almighty, the size of him could have fooled you into thinking he did have a third arm.
Mephisto shouldered his suspenders and tossed his head to rid his face of errant strands of hair.
You felt the remnants of him seeping out of you, and a slice of panic hit you. “I…” was all you could manage.
Mephisto turned to you. “My apologies, little bird,” he said as if he didn’t just fuck the life out of you. He produced a handkerchief from his pocket and quickly cleaned your pussy lips.
You sat up slowly, already feeling the ache in your muscles. “What—“
“Don’t worry, my dear, I only shoot blanks.” He tilted your head up and whispered, “When I want to.”
You swallowed harshly. “But—“
He chuckled. “Nothing’s going to happen. At least not this time, little bird. After all, you’re mine, now. I may have use for you in the future.”
His. You were his. The thought was enough to banish your fear and make you quiver all over again.
“Yours,” you whispered, reaching down to relieve the fresh ache of desire that recaptured you.
“Needy little chit, aren’t you?” He cocked his head. “One for the road, then?”
“You’re leaving?”
Mephisto smiled. “I’ve got work to do. As much as I’d love to fuck your sweet cunt for the rest of time, I have other obligations to uphold.”
You whined, pouting as you spread your legs to circle your clit even more. It was more trying to convince him for a round two than to make yourself cum again.
“Certainly you have the stamina to go again, don’t you?” you teased. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you were so desperate for his cock to be in you again.
Mephisto looked almost insulted. “Of course, I do. But like I said, I’ve got other clients.” He then narrowed his eyes and chucked his head upwards.
White hot pleasure surged through you unbidden, a hard and fast orgasm striking you out of nowhere. You fell back against the bed, writhing and moaning as those familiar waves crashed harder and harder as each second passed.
“A parting gift,” Mephisto said lazily once you stopped squirming and your breath returned to normal.
“Wha…”
“Don’t forget, my lovely. You’re mine now,” he said as he made his way to your bedroom door.
You panted heavily, the strongest orgasm of your entire life leaving you so shaken that you could barely remember to blink.
“How…” you started, but never finished. Mephisto turned around, his hand on the doorknob. “When will I see you again?” you asked, your voice obviously desperate.
Mephisto grinned that malicious grin that you had become so familiar with that night. “Whenever you desire me the most.”
(Please let me know if there is a tag I missed. I was so out of my mind when I wrote this that I'm not really sure what all is in here. Sorry you had to read this.)
