Halloween Drabbles-Day 16
YuuMika Drabble NSFW: Demon!Yuu, Rituals, AU,
*OOC, Dirty Talk (I tried), Dub-con
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It was out of pure desperation. The kind that squeezed the air out of his lungs and left him gasping, hands clutching at his heaving chest. He’d been unable to think of anything else, or really, he had not wanted to. More often than not, his mind would drift to the dark images corroding his head, his blank, unstaring eyes fixed on the graphic hallucinations he saw with such clarity.
He wiped at his brow, sniffling as he drew a match and lit it. Carefully, he lit the four candles he’d placed around the chalk-drawn circle in the center of the empty room. A little voice in his mind—the voice of reason—was urging him to stop with this ridiculous plan.
No, no, no. He couldn’t stop. He needed to go through with this. He’d read everything so carefully, so surely…surely it would work.
With all four candles lit, he dug in his pockets for the piece of paper he’d brought with him. He only had the dim light of the moon and the glow of the candles to see by, but he’d already memorized most of the words.
He followed every instruction, recited each word, his tongue fumbling with the foreign language, and then, he waited.
Nothing happened.
Part of him expected it, but he’d really thought…that perhaps…
The wind howled, a strong gust knocking Mika off his knees and onto his back. His eyes grew, mouth parting open as the candles died and the room was blanketed by pitch black darkness. The thumping of his heart rang in his ears as he tried to look around, blinking several times. Before he could even move, the sounds of rustling and heavy steps had him freezing, fear seeping into his blood. He almost laughed at himself.
“Well, well…” The low voice had him flinching, and again he tried to blink through the darkness.
“You are quiet eager to meet me, little one.”
Without warning the candles come back to life, the darkness receding to the corners of the room. Mika blinked, his eyes adjusting to the spontaneous change in light. He could hardly believe what his own eyes were seeing, certain he’d hit his head. Slowly, his wide eyes never leaving the creature standing before him, he sat up.
“Speechless already?” The creature—demon— smirked, sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight.
“You’re actually here.” Mika muttered, more to himself than the demon. He ran a hand through his messy hair, his heart racing. His eyes roamed over the demon, although by looking at him, he looked nothing like the pictures he’d seen of the many grotesque looking monsters online. Aside from the black horns protruding from his forehead and the strange markings on his face, he looked otherwise normal. Black hair and green eyes were not what he’d expected to face. He was almost…cute.
A deep chuckle had his cheeks flushing.
“You are aware your mind is freely accessible to me?” That had Mika’s blush extending to the base of his neck. He’d honestly read so many different articles when he was doing his research for summoning rituals that he hadn’t known which ones contained accurate information. He’d read that demons could read one’s mind, but he hadn’t given it much credit.
“As for my appearance, I simply look as I would have in this realm, for the most part.” He replied, touching one of his horns. “Now, it is because of your insistence that I am here, for what purpose?”
The demon moved closer as Mika’s mind easily provided the answer to his question. He saw his parents lying motionless on the ground, drenched in their own blood. Their hands forever losing their ability to hurt him.
“Oh? You are quite graphic, little one.”
Mika’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, “Can you, I mean, w-would you do it?”
He didn’t receive an answer. Instead, Mika found himself thrust backward by an unseen force, his back connecting to the floor. A strangled gasp left his lips, his body refusing to obey him.
“I could.” The voice moved closer, coming right next to him, above him, surrounding him. “For a price.”
Heat engulfed him as his clothes shredded apart, falling in tattered ribbons from his body. He struggled against the invisible binds that were holding him down, groaning in frustration when it proved fruitless.
“Your resistance is not all that convincing, little one, not with this enticing sight greeting me.” Mika whimpered when a long finger ran along the underside of his straining cock. It should have been mortifying, showing such a sight, but a shiver of anticipation shot down his back.
“See? Your body is honest and begging for me to touch it.” This time his entire hand surrounded his cock, giving a few pumps. Mika cried out when the thumb circled his slit.
“N-no! If you…I’m gonna—” Mika knew he wouldn’t last long, after all no had ever touched him like that before. He’d done it himself a few times, but it had never felt like this. As if every nerve on his body was directly connected to his cock. He ached for something.
Another cry was ripped out of him when fingers traveled to his chest, prodding and pinching.
“I find it hard to believe that no one has yet touched you.” The hand on him dipped lower caressing the soft skin of his balls and trailing lower still, finding the furrowed flesh he hadn’t even touched. He tried to move away, gasping as he felt slick fingers press against him. “I wouldn’t have been able to resist.”
Mika’s head spun, as he left those wet fingers slip into him.
“You open so easily for me, despite how tight you are.” The dark chuckle that reached his ears had him twitching around the fingers inside him. Again, he tried to move his arms, wanting to reach down and grasp his neglected cock. He thrust into the empty air, aching for friction, release.
“Tell me what you want.” It was a command, the sultry voice hardened with steel.
Mika urged his mouth to form around the pleas sounding off in his head. He opened his mouth and moaned when the fingers in him curled, going deeper.
“Please, o-oh! I need you to touch me!” Mika rocked his hips, punctuating each word.
“I am.”
Mika threw his head back, a sob threatening to leave his mouth. The fingers twisted and stretched, spreading him open in the most embarrassing way. A hot, electric shock had his back arching when something in him was flicked.
“Yes! I don’t—there, oh fuck, more!” Mika was babbling now, the edges of his vision clouding over. It was over when a long, flat tongue slid over the head of his cock. His body tensed as he came, his scream filling the room. Silence followed soon after, interrupted only by his staggered breathing. He blinked and tried to face the demon, but he was not allowed to move. He could only hear as the demon hummed in amusement.
“Oh no, little one. We are not done yet.” Mika fumbled as he suddenly found himself on his trembling hands and knees. A warm body pressed into his, lips brushing his ear.
“I’ve yet to have my own release.”
Mika could only bite into his lower lip as teeth dig into his neck. Under the sting of the pain, Mika reminded himself that it was worth it. It was all worth it.