A Kitten’s Training [ Satan ] Slight NSFW
The new event made me want to make out with Satan sooo 👉👈
Also.. If you want pt 2 of this, do say ;)
I’m more than happy to continue this heheh
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Satan bit his lip, fingers digging into your bed sheets as you bit down his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin harshly. Hips grinding on his, you were driving him crazy. With the effects of the potion still running through his veins, his senses intensified, pleasure overwhelming him as the warmth of your mouth was all he could think of. Satisfied with the dark marks you made, your lips continued their assault downwards, leaving trails of wet kisses down his chest with every button you popped open before discarding his top. He whined your name, tugging on the shirt still sheltering your body. Ignoring his actions, you sat up, working on his belt next.
Irritated by your dismissal, Satan held onto the bottom of your shirt before attempting to lift it over your body, sitting up as well. Despite being caught off guard, your position gave you the advantage of power. Once he had successfully gotten your shirt off, you forced him back down on the bed, gaining a glare from him. As he opened his mouth to argue, you held up his belt. “Do you want to be a good kitten and get a reward?” Leaning down until your noses touch, you whispered, “or do you want me to punish you?”. Satan scoffed, the threats ineffective against him. However, with the way his tail is wagging, you knew you hit a mark somewhere.
Your lips meeting his, he shut his eyes, succumbing to you once more. He allowed you easy access to his mouth, lips already parted. Tilting your head, your kiss deepened, your tongue feeling every inch of his mouth. Slowly, you bought both his arms over his head, trying to not draw much attention to what you were trying to achieve. Slipping the belt under his wrist, you overlapped them, securing his hands together. Satan opened his eyes, feeling cold metal against his wrists. As he started to squirm, you pulled away, dragging your nail across his arm, following every bump of muscle. “Poor kitten, you won’t get to cum tonight,” you pouted, fingers finding their place around his neck. Satan hissed as you tighten your grip on his neck, stopping his attempts to free himself.
“Such a brat, even Mammon would behave better,” Satan growled at the mention of his brother, digging daggers at you with his eyes. Your eyes flickered with mischief as you reach for your phone. “What are you doing?” each word was spoken slowly, his tone hostile. “You’ll learn better if you had an example, right?” you replied innocently, dialling Mammon’s number. Satan’s eyes widen, hearing your phone vibrate. “W-Wait! No! I promise, I’ll behave!” Satan begged, upset at the thought of having to share. Especially if it meant he would have to watch you touch his brother instead of him. “Please! I’ll be good! I-”
Removing your fingers from his neck, you tapped his bottom lip gently, swiping your thumb across before pushing two fingers in Satan’s mouth. He moaned, moistening the two digits with his tongue, sucking on them desperately. You smirked, the ringing stopping as Mammon picked up.
“Yooooo,”
“Mammon? Come over to my room, let’s play a little game.”