Tw: The following consists for mature audiences only, viewer discretion is advised.
Contains: oral fixation, slight degradation, Enūma in heat, and tentacle play.
Disclaimer!!! 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞! 𝐄𝐧ū𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲𝟏𝟏𝟕 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Your voice is so sweet, like honey dripping from its comb. He couldn’t face you, his mouth watering with anticipation as if you were forbidden fruit, and with his growing bulge, he didn’t want to see you like this. “ P-Please Y/n-“.
You’d perk your head in his direction more, as if trying to make the man look at you. “Enūma!” You sighed contentedly when he still continued to ignore your presence.
Little did you know he was fighting the sick urge to just ravage you. His claws digging into the flesh of his own skin as he sat there trying to meditate, focus on other things than your growing sweet smell. So naively you sat close to him, pondering why your friend was acting harshly towards you?
“Did I do something..?” He’s still.
“Are you sick numa?” You got closer, putting the back of your palm on his forehead to feel a hot sensation.
“So naive, how are you even a demon slayer.” He’d spat. Not caring about the futile moans that would escape from your throat as he used his tendrils to spread your plush thighs wider.
Your hot sex was exposed so lewdly in his presence, and he wouldn't waste this opportunity, so he swiftly dipped his head between your thighs and licked a long strip between your pillowy folds, making you shudder.
As he hummed with pleasure, the cream of your essence gathered on the tip of his tongue, and he greedily continued to devour your wet sex. As yourself squirmed, his slimy muscle continued spreading his saliva and your juices between his chin and your already messy thighs.
“W-What..MHMM-..!!” You'd shriek with delight.His tongue was now inside your warm walls, and his nose was firmly pressed against your slit.
The tip of his nose would nudge your little bundle of nerves with ease every time he pumped his tongue in and out of your pussy. It was all so stimulating and embarrassing all at once, trying so desperately to close your thighs because a bubbling sensation was approaching.
His eyes would open up just a little to look at your blissed expression, feeling how your legs would twitch when his lips would latch onto your clit once more before a wave of euphoria washed over your frame, and your essence dripping into his mouth.
Y/n chest rose heavily and even a few tears escaped her eyes as Enūma pulled back with a gleam in his eyes.
“Again.” He’ll say hungrily.
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