Warnings: Angst, grave desecration, skeletons, ghosts, talks of cannibalism, injury.
A/N: I am so so sorry this took so long to write. It's not my fault 😅 my job is a lot more demanding of my time now. I have no idea when it will get better again.
Cemeteries at night are not as creepy as you thought.
Sure, it’s cold, and there’s a chill running down your spine as though someone’s standing right behind you, but you named the mysterious entity ‘Dave’ and you’ve begun conversing with him while Billy desecrates a grave.
His grave to be precise.
His human body rests in a grave in East Harlem, forgotten, the tombstone is barely legible, you’re only able to make out his last name in the darkness, below the heavy expanse of trees. You’d passed older graves in better condition on your way here.
You shine a flashlight at the two men, feeling the chill at your back shift to the other side.
“Calm down, Dave,” You murmur, “This is literally his grave.”
Both men pause their digging.
Matt’s expression is full of concern, and Billy’s just plain amused.
“She’s not hallucinating,” Billy murmurs to Matt, looking down to examine the two-foot deep hole he’s standing in, “She’s talking to the ghost standing behind her whose name is Hector by the way.”
You stiffen, spooked, stepping forward just as Billy picks up on how terrified you feel, stepping out of his hole to meet you halfway, embracing you in a comforting hug.
“Tell me you’re joking and there aren’t ghosts here.” You say into his chest, willing the sensation of being watched to go away.
“Not joking, but they’re not gonna hurt you, they’re just curious about us. Nosy.”
“I don’t like it. Let’s just go home.”
“Matt will take you home after.”
“Billy,” You protest, not liking this plan at all.
“Mistress,” he resists, kissing the top of your head, “This is the only way to get into purgatory.”
“I just- ugh- fine.” You release him, moving to sit on the blanket he'd laid out nearby against the trunk of one of the trees. He'd even manifested soft pillows for you to be comfortable while they worked.
Billy pauses, looks at you for a long moment, not wanting to leave you alone, but ultimately deciding that his cause to save you was more important.
You watch both men, digging quietly while you lean against the tree, fighting sleep, the hour is late and the sickness has started taking a toll on your energy. The green veins have expanded over your shoulder, and they pulse uncomfortably, shifting between burning hot and icy cold.
You let out a soft breath, eyes sliding shut as a chill runs over your toes. You find yourself looking through Billy’s eyes, as he shovels dirt out of his own grave, pausing to glance up at you, and the ghost of a frail young man, sitting cross legged in front of you and staring at you.
A startled gasp leaves you as your mind jerks back into your own body, turning to stare into the now seemingly empty space where you just saw a man.
“What the hell?” You say to Billy, your voice is kind of weirdly high-pitched and panicked, “You can see ghosts?”
“Would be a terrible demon if I couldn’t.” he answers.
You squint at the empty space at your feet, before raising a fist and extending your middle finger in the direction of the ghost.
You hear Billy chuckle.
“Matt, she just flipped off a ghost.” Billy says, tattling on you to the priest while your eyes widen in horror of what he’s going to think of you.
“Straight to Hell.” Matt responds, with a shake of his head, continuing to shovel without missing a beat.
You make a sound of protest, pouting at Billy when he grins at you.
That's so mean of you to tell on me, Billy. I don’t think I'll let you come for a few days.
His eyebrows shoot up, pausing for only half a second to look over at you.
Let me? His tone in your head is incredulous.
That's right, demon, you know what I mean. You're a serve first type of guy, and I'm sure if I tell you no, you won't argue.
You feel his discontentment, followed by the small acknowledgement that you were actually right.
This is what I get, he thinks in mock sadness, for trying to be a loyal demon.
Affection rises within you.
Loyal demon my ass.
I'll prove it, when I see you again. I'll show you just how loyal I can be.
The words are said with an undertone of desire in your head, and your imagination takes the tone of his voice and runs with it.
You imagine him on his knees, that look of hunger in his eyes as you study him, his eyes drifting down your body and then back up, fists clenching as though he can barely stand the distance. The grip of his hands on your hips, the way his beard would feel scratching against your-
You refocus on him, he doesn’t seem outwardly affected but you can sense the turbulence of his mind. He’s trying so hard to focus on the dirt in front of him, it’s almost cute.
“So what’s purgatory like?” You ask, trying to pass the time.
Billy pauses, sparing a glance at you, in his mind you hear the soft admiration of how pretty you are with your curious eyes. The bashful smile that pulls onto your mouth feels natural.
“Haven’t been myself, but other demons describe it as… true neutral. It’s just a realm of… ambivalence. Good and evil get sorted rather quickly, and the people left behind are those that didn’t swing one particular way when alive.” Billy answers.
Matt pauses, taking a breath while Billy resumes his digging. You can only see the top halves of their bodies from your spot by the tree.
“Even in a space like that, I’m sure there’s still some spectrum of good neutral and bad neutral.” Matt reasons.
Billy shrugs.
“It’s whatever,” He huffs, tossing a shovel full of dirt over his shoulder, “If I’m lucky, I might find someone I’ve wronged still lingering there.” He stops talking when his shovel hits something that makes a hollow sound. Matt pulls himself out of Billy’s grave while Billy drops out of your sight to clear the remaining debris.
You straighten, leaning forward to see if you can take a peek into his casket, finding yourself just at the grave’s edge when suddenly Billy straightens and dumps a pile of stuff beside you.
You make a small squeak of surprise, and in the soft darkness, you shudder when you finally identify that the pile of stuff is none other than a skeleton.
He keeps moving, your demon reaching for items on the other side of him, you hear the strike of a match, the smell of sage burning, but your eyes are still locked onto the skull sitting beside you.
His skull.
It makes you feel strange, to see the bones of his past life laid out beside you, dirty, and grimy, with a sheen of decay still lingering.
His bones.
In a suit that obviously doesn’t fit him anymore, and as you focus, you see deep gouges along his forehead and cheekbone- someone had carved his face up terribly.
Not just someone- his brother.
Your eyebrows draw together in sympathy as you reach for his lifeless face, one arm braced in the grass to keep you steady while you gently trace the gouge on his cheekbone.
He feels it. Your version of him turns to look at you with a stuttered breath, but you’re too busy tracing the carvings on his skull.
After a moment, you raise your head to look up at him, meeting his startled gaze with your pleading one.
“Don’t do this.” You finally whisper.
Your name is an ache on his mouth.
It makes your lower lip tremble uncontrollably, your mouth dropping open to suck in more air, to process what you’re feeling after seeing the bones of his past self.
“I’m begging you,” Your throat tightens as you say the words, a sharp pang as you try to speak, “Let’s go home.”
He keeps his expression calm, his resolve fixed, though you can feel it bend at the sight of tears filling your eyes.
Quietly, he shakes his head.
Your face shifts into one of pain, the swelling tears slipping down your cheeks, a hot path over your chilled skin.
“I can’t- Billy-” You press the backs of your hands into your eyes to wipe the tears away, you feel how hot your skin is now with this burst of emotion.
He reaches out from his spot inside the grave, gripping your calf in an attempt to soothe you.
“It’s going to be okay-”
“-No! Fuck, Billy you don’t know that. You don’t fucking know what’s going to happen. I could lose you, like I’ve lost everyone else, I could lose the one person that makes me want to live. And I don’t have any great avenging power. You could die, and I would have to go on existing in a world without you. I-” You breathing becomes something fast and unsteady. Snot and tears mix on your face as you struggle to breathe and cry and beg your demon not to do this.
You feel him pull you into his chest, kneeling in front of you while you soak his shirt with tears.
“Don’t do this.” Your fingers grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to keep him close, “My demon, my Billy, please, please, please.”
His resolve bends further, like a rubber band being heaved beyond its limit. If you pull some more, maybe it will snap. His pain is yours, and yours becomes his.
“You’re asking me to give up, before I’ve even tried.” He whispers into your hair.
“I’m asking you to stay.” You beg with conviction, looking up at him with watery eyes.
He takes a deep breath, glances behind you for a moment before letting out a big sigh. In his head, you recognise that Hector the ghost has said something to him.
“If the roles were reversed, could you do what you’re asking me to do?”
You feel anger burn in your gut.
“That doesn’t matter. That is so irrelevant.”
“You know it isn’t.” He shoots back, hands cupping your face softly. His thumbs press into your cheeks, swiping at your tears, which only succeeds in making place for more tears. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted, even his flaws are worth the love. Your heart is breaking at the thought of his bones, lying right beside you. That the man you hold so dear could ever be reduced to that.
“You think you’re the only one here with something to lose? You think I’d be able to breathe for a second if I couldn’t feel you?”
You sniffle, pouting up at him as his calm words register in your head. The fire in you, cooling as you realise there is no stopping him.
“You’d be safer- if you’d never met me.” You mumble bitterly.
A soft laugh bubbles out of him, your eyes meet his in confusion, a little offended that he would laugh at such grave words.
When he catches your offense, he grins, his sharp teeth glinting down at you.
I would relive the worst parts of my life for an eternity if it guaranteed I would meet you.
Your lips wobble again, “Don’t say that. It’s awful.” You whine, defeated.
He dips his head, your eyes closing in reflex, as you feel his lips press to yours. You taste salt, and agony, and yearning, and you have no idea which one of you it belongs to.
There is no me, without you.
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Parting, was no sweet sorrow.
It was fear, and anxiety, watching him lie in the casket where his human body once was. Watching his eyes lock onto you, drinking in the sight of you one last time as the door closes. Listening to the thoughts of how pretty you look, even in your devastation. Hearing the quiet promises he makes to himself as Matt buries your demon in his human grave.
I’ll be waiting for you, my demon. Are your last words to him.
His mind reaches out to you, brushing softly against your thoughts, reassuring you that he would be back, before you feel him disappear.
Billy? You call out, the sudden feeling of his almost instantaneous distance makes you panic.
There’s no answer, only a small flutter, where another person once filled a part of your head, a ringing in your ears, in the space he used to fill.
You let out a shaky sob, reaching for the fresh dirt covering his grave, burying a fist into the soil and fighting the urge to start digging.
“He’s gone.” You whisper to Matt, a silent witness to your insanity.
“He’ll find his way back.” Matt replies, his voice so full of confidence that you almost believe it.
You lean over his grave and you cry. You try not to think about the fact that you’re probably the first person to do so.
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No one told him that purgatory would be so bright.
Billy groans, tossing an arm over his eyes as he takes stock of the weird feeling inside of him.
His horn had regrown, and it felt weird, like a limb that had grown too fast and lacked the strength that it usually would. The skin around it was tight and itchy, and he pressed his palm to it, the pressure easing the ache.
That wasn’t what was wrong though, sitting up, a groan leaving him as his bones feel strange in his skin. He could feel that his power had been diminished, only a bare inkling of it flickering inside of him. The shift between realms most likely burned up his energy, a cost he hadn’t totally anticipated.
He could hear water rushing somewhere behind him, he blinks a couple of times to get used to the light. Even then, he hates it, he looks up, and can’t find the source of the light, backing into the tree behind him in hopes that it gives him shade. It’s then that Billy realises that the air itself is what seems to be glowing softly.
That’s so stupid, he thinks with a frown. Why would the air do that?
Then, the wind blows, and he catches a small streak of light move past him, before fizzling out.
Billy pauses, studying the area with new eyes. A few leaves fall to the ground, leaving a glowing trail as it disturbs the air. It brings to mind the bioluminescence he’d seen with you, but instead of water, it’s the very air he’s breathing.
He stops breathing for a moment, wondering what exactly he was taking into his body. He raises his hands waving them through the air slowly, but nothing happens.
Billy pushes himself to a stand, noticing a lack of glow around him. He wonders if his demonic nature is to blame.
There’s an ache in his body, but he keeps putting one foot in front of the other. He needed to get his bearings, find out if there was anyone on this plane who would help him. He turns in the direction of the sound of running water, and begins trudging slowly. Light dances by in golden streaks when something disturbs it, he waves his hand in the air, still confused about why it doesn’t activate for him.
He hears a shrill cry echo through the forest from behind him, and it makes him pause. There’s no way to tell what that was- it hadn’t totally sounded human.
He turns, tripping over some foliage that catches on his foot. He gives a swift shake of his head to try to clear the fog caused by interdimensional travel. He hears a click, and a swish, he doesn’t see the glow of the arrow cutting through the air until it buries itself into his chest.
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The basement of Matt’s church feels creepier than when you were in it last. At least then, you hadn’t been alone, and you’d had Billy there.
You let out a soft breath of hurt. You couldn’t feel him, and it was like part of your soul had been torn away, leaving an empty, gaping hole that you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around.
It was dizzying. Like every bit of solid ground had been stripped away and you were forced to walk a razor’s edge or succumb to the darkness inside of you.
Matt… had helped you a lot. He walked you through finding your center, keeping you strong and motivated, telling you that you needed to stay grounded for long enough for Billy to get you the cure. He was very good at inspiring people.
Your only problem right now is that you couldn’t sit still. If you did, there was an endless torment of what ifs ready to grab your legs and pull you into mental oblivion. That first night without him had been torture.
But a week had gone by, and though your strength had waned a bit, you’d found something to busy yourself with so that you didn’t sink into depression.
“Breakfast!” You say cheerily to the one-eyed demon glaring daggers at you as you approach.
His face had mostly healed, but the eye that your demon had ripped out of Paimon’s skull wasn’t regenerating as fast as the rest of him was.
You sit at the edge of the pentagram, sliding the tray of eggs and bacon into the circle, but not before grabbing your breakfast bagel and unwrapping the quick napkin wrap you’d done.
He was quite the weasel-faced bastard, and when he’d tried to pick a fight with you the first day, you’d chucked a piece of salami at his head and told him to chill the fuck out.
For the few days after, he’d refused your meals, sitting in the corner sulking with his back to you, but his curiosity or maybe his hunger had won out two nights ago when you’d brought him a slice of steak.
There was probably a book somewhere, that admitted that the quickest way to a demon’s heart was with a prime cut of steak. Maybe it was a book you needed to write.
You’d managed to get him to eat, and now you were working on getting him to talk.
“If you have any special requests, I can try to get something more suited to your tastes.” You offer, as he reaches for the tray, pulling it towards him, before turning his back to you to begin eating.
“I like-” He finally says, and you feel your body perk up with excitement, “-thumbs.”
You try not to react in a horrified manner.
“Like… human thumbs?”
You watch the back of his head move as he nods.
Keep it together, you advise yourself.
“Sure, I can try to get those for you. How do you like them-” You gulp, “-prepared?”
He tilts his head to the side, “Prepared?”
Oh god you were really going there.
“Cooked? Or- if you want them raw-”
“-Cooked. Never thought of that. Interesting.”
Jesus Christ had you really just given him ideas?
“What’s- what’s so good about thumbs?” Why were you even asking?!?!?
“Tastes nice. Holds energy after death. Your demon’s thumbs upstairs would extend the lifespan of any human beyond the normal.”
You press your teeth together.
“That’s not my demon upstairs.” You say evenly.
You watch Paimon lift a shoulder.
“Tomayto. Tomahto.” He answers.
You shake your head.
“Those are the bones of someone I’ve never known. Those are not Billy’s.”
“Grind it into dust and sip it in tea.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“I know.”
“Why tell me?”
He shrugs again.
“What’s information to someone who can’t use it?”
“Useless.” You answer without missing a beat.
“Like you.”
Ohhhh, he was getting on your nerves.
“Maybe,” you say carelessly, “But at least I can leave.”
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You're quiet at dinner, legs folded as you eat your deli sandwich. Across from you, Paimon examines a deep fried pork knuckle.
Matt and you just had a sharp exchange, and it plays through your head as you stab into some of the mac and cheese by your side.
He didn't want you coming down here, but you saw no harm in it. Matt had made a good point- that you didn't really know what kind of information Paimon was harvesting from you, or how he might use it against you.
You feel a strange feeling go through you, and you frown, pressing your hand to the spot below your throat, feeling a dull ache that sharpens into something else.
It must be the poison, you figure, staring down at your sandwich and suddenly feeling like you don’t want to eat another bite of anything ever.
You take a deep breath, putting the sandwich down, reaching for your bottle of water that you realise is already empty.
“So, what’s Hell like?” You ask, taking a deep breath to try easing the ache in your chest.
He doesn’t answer. You let out a soft groan, twisting your body to lie on the cold concrete, wishing you’d brought a couple of pillows. You turn to look at Paimon, finally seeing a semblance of the man below the bruises. You notice there’s nothing of comfort in the circle, and you grunt, fighting to rise to a stand, with a murmured comment that you’d be right back.
Okay, maybe you shouldn’t be grabbing pillows and sheets for the demon downstairs that had a hand in poisoning you, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, and when you return a couple of moments later, you find him in the same position as before.
He turns his head as you dump your own soft sheets into the pentagram, making sure not to graze the edge of the circle with your foot. You keep some of the pillows for yourself so that you can sit comfortably.
“These are yours.” Paimon says, reaching for the duvet, bringing it up to his face, taking a deep inhale.
You watch with gross horror as he closes his one good eye, savouring whatever he can smell on the sheets.
“Sorry… The church only has scratchy sheets so I brought some from home to use and I thought you might appreciate them, but watching you breathe them in like a creep has me regretting it honestly.”
He makes a hum of amusement, looking up at you. You grab the empty water bottle beside you and chuck it at his head.
“Quit being creepy.” You scold.
The object doesn’t even touch him.
“They tell me a lot about you. How fitfully you sleep, how much you cry, how long you have left before your mind begins to forget.”
You swallow, eyeing him evenly, waiting to see if he’ll elaborate.
It’s a hook, you know it is. He wants you to ask, he wants to deny you the answers.
You smile warmly at him despite his obvious bait.
“Did you like the pork knuckle? It’s a delicacy in Germany.”
“I also know a way to check in on your demon.” Paimon offers.
Bingo.
“And I suppose you’ll tell me only if I answer three questions?”
He doesn’t respond to that, and you get the feeling that he wants something more.
“What good is checking in on him? I won’t be able to help him.” You argue.
“What if you could save his soul in exchange for yours?”
You pause, turning away. Your immediate thought is that you’d do it in a heartbeat, but then you think about Billy having to exist all by himself. Maybe he might move on, and meet another person, or maybe he doesn’t, spending the rest of his life tormented by the ghost of you.
Was one possibility worth the risk of the other?
“I’d save his soul if I could… but I know he wouldn’t want it.”
“Why?”
You glance up at Paimon, “Why what?”
“Why would you save his soul? Why wouldn’t he want it?”
You can’t help the smile that pulls onto your face.
“I don’t know.” You answer bashfully.
“You lie.”
Rolling your eyes, you stand.
“Think what you like, Paimon, but I don’t have to answer your questions. I don’t even have to be here.”
You turn, stumbling off.
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He wakes up, and presses a hand to his healing chest.
He'd seen you in his dreams last night, and the feeling of your presence lingers as he wakes, an ache of something missing, something he longs for in this fucking shithole of a place.
Matt had suggested a realm of good neutral and bad neutral, but there was something lingering under that, an evil hidden among the neutrality.
The angel had revealed that to him, when he’d awoken, strapped to her table as she’d examined a handsaw with the intention of cutting his horns off.
Her wings were barely there, only shimmering iridescence on her back where he knows he should have seen feathers.
Purgatory, the realm of true stillness, did not like beings that could tip the scales. It aimed to make neutral beings out of everyone, especially near the center of the realm, he’d seen that part on her handdrawn map after he’d gotten free and killed her.
Killed an angel- that was definitely not gaining him any points in heaven.
Closer to the center, around what the angel had marked down as a point called the Stillpoint, was a circle of neutrality, an area described in her journals for truly apathetic beings. Standing inside the circle for too long would scrub every extreme emotion you had. For Billy, this was a no-go zone.
He didn’t want to become like her, those empty eyes, unseeing of the hurt she had caused, in her attempts to feel something, anything, she had attacked beings born from Heaven and Hell, harvesting the personification of their extremes, the good and evil of it, consuming it until she could feel something other than numb.
He wonders how many beings like her were trapped here in purgatory. With the way the arrow wound was still tingling, he really didn’t want to encounter any more.
According to her map, there was an entrance to Hell on one end of the map, and the entrance to Heaven on the direct opposite. He was… somewhere in the middle.
Billy didn’t really know exactly where he was, the map was very vague, probably in case it was stolen it wouldn’t reveal the exact whereabouts of her house, which was frustrating.
The river was his only hope. He’d remembered hearing it when he’d first woken up here, and according to the map, the river cut Purgatory right through the center, fanning out at the gates of both Heaven and Hell, but refining down to a very narrow line at the Stillpoint.
He’d been worrying over the map for the last hour, and unfortunately, if the assumptions on his whereabouts were right, he was going to have to go through the Stillpoint.
Going around might take too long, and the risk of encountering more people was likely on the outskirts of the neutrality circle. He simply couldn’t take the chance, being so far away from you and not being able to know how you were doing was absolute torture to him.
For all he knew, the poison could have accelerated its progress without him there to heal her, she could already be bedridden, or dying.
He refused to think the worst. If she was already gone, he thinks he would know, even in this shithole of a realm.
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Billy's first body sits in one of the hidden back rooms of the church. It's a small place with no windows, where they occasionally hold bodies temporarily during funeral services. It- he- rests on a table in the middle of the room in a grey linen body bag, there's a musty smell of earth and slight decay clinging to it.
Matt had brought the bones here to keep them safe, with the intention of reburying them when Billy came back. You hate looking at it, at the reminder that Billy could die, and leave you here all alone, and the only thing you'd have to remember him by was his old bones.
You know if Billy knew about the thumbs, he might encourage you to use them, and maybe you should, anything to buy him as much time as you possibly could wouldn't be a bad thing.
But ugh… thumbs? No way, ew, get out of here and go to Hell, Paimon.
You hadn't even mentioned it to Matt, because some part of you was very worried that if he found out, he might try to convince you to use it, or unlikely as it may be- force you.
You weren't here for his thumbs anyway, you were here to remember him, to keep those memories sharp for as long as you possibly could.
You were starting to forget things, details of your childhood, your first teacher, your first home, things you didn't like losing but you'd sort of made your peace with it. You didn't want to lose any of him, and you were scared that by the time he made it back to you, you might not remember him at all.
You unzip the body bag slowly, your heart slamming into your ribcage when you see his skull. It's so much different now when he's not around to comfort you.
The sight of it is so unnerving that you have to close the linen bag for a moment, shutting your eyes, and searching your thoughts for memories of him to comfort yourself.
Macabre, is the word that comes to mind when you peel open the bag a second time. The gouges in his skull makes you feel a physical ache. They must have hurt so badly and you can’t help running a featherlight touch over the scars. There’s one on his cheekbone, and his forehead, the bone is porous to the touch- it almost feels fragile to handle- and it makes you hurt in such a unique way.
This wasn’t your demon, but it sort of was. This was the man that shaped him into the monster, and these were the hands that condemned him to Hell.
You pause for a moment, remembering the bad things, and for a moment, you almost feel like you could hate him, if you didn’t know him the way you do.
Would you feel this way if you’d met him then?
You know you wouldn’t. You know it took literal Hell to shape him into the man he is. Into the man you love.
It feels strange to reach for his skeletal hand, the bones are cold to the touch, dry. The lack of flesh is palpable, the surface doesn’t give because you squeeze it, there’s a gentle sound as they knock together. It feels wrong, intimacy without warmth, contact, without connection.
You reach out to him, imagining there’s a thread connecting you together, you pull on it in your head. You wanted your demon.
You close your eyes and you demand his presence.
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He’s just found the river when something familiar washes over him.
It makes him pause, eyebrows drawing together in confusion when he feels a light pressure in his chest.
Your connection sputters to life for just a moment, and Billy takes a deep breath, reaching for you as hard as he possibly can, drilling through the void in his head where you used to be in hopes that he can get to you.
Mistress? He calls out in hopes that you can hear him.
His hand tingles, and he raises it to his face. There’s nothing out of the ordinary- no marks or symbols- but something feels different.
Another tingle, and he feels it then, three squeezes on his left hand, so vividly that his brain cannot comprehend that there isn’t something there.
He tries to squeeze back, but there isn’t anything to hold. He doesn’t think that closing his fist has the effect he wants it to.
Inside of him, his chest tightens, hope fills him.
Pairing: Forest Demon!Billy x Demon Hunter!Fem!Reader
Summary: When you hear of a demon living in an abandoned church in the woods, you know you need to investigate. But how could you know that the demon was just your soulmate waiting to marry you?
Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, dub con vibes (there’s no explicit consent given, but they’re soulmates so the reader gives in pretty easily), bondage, religious imagery, spitting, wife kink, praise kink, tiny bit of spanking.
A/N: not extensively proofread so sorry if there’s some mistakes.
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The church was abandoned.
That’s what the nearby villagers had told you. But as you push your shoulder against the dark oak door, light spills out towards you. The candles are lit and there’s a pleasant warmth that spreads through your body, urging you to step further inside.
Despite the vines crawling in through the cracks in the walls and the roots that are beginning to crush some of the pews, the church looks untouched by the world outside.
But there’s a reason why you’re here.
For a demon to inhabit such a sacred place, they must be incredibly powerful.
As you walk down the aisle, there’s a snap of broken glass being crushed beneath someone’s heel. When you turn, knife already in your hand, there’s no one there.
Continuing to venture further into the church, you stop at the altar, examining the contents laid out on the stone table there.
An ornate dagger, a small wooden bowl, two pieces of ribbon - one black, one white - both made of velvet. It looks like some sort of ritual is being prepared.
On a worn piece of paper, an incantation has been written in Latin and you almost make the mistake of reading it aloud. It’s then that you hear a soft chuckle, carried on a light breeze.
Heart pounding, you spin around.
The demon is tall, even as you stand on the slightly raised dais, he towers over you, his shadow creeping towards you as he steps closer.
His dark facial hair is trimmed neatly, his equally dark hair slicked back to reveal the deep brown horns sitting on the top of his head. Darkened eyes eyes roam over your figure as he continues to move towards you.
He raises a brow at the sight of your knife, then he smirks, his tongue tracing over his teeth as he tilts his head at you.
“An unconventional wedding gift, but thank you.”
“Wedding?”
He hums, his brows creasing lightly as he looks you up and down appraisingly. You don’t know why you’re standing still, waiting for his response instead of immediately sending him back to hell.
“What colour’s your underwear?” he asks.
You gape at him.
“What?”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he observes your shocked expression.
“You heard me.”
“That’s none of your business,” you protest.
He nods.
“You see, the prophecy said my wife would be clothed in white.”
Once again, he looks down at you and you follow his gaze. You’re wearing your usual hunting gear, khaki jacket with a black top and trousers, accompanied by your black boots and collection of knives tucked away in various compartments.
“And whilst I really want those fuckers down below to be wrong.” He steps closer, close enough that you could reach out and touch him. “I kinda hope you’re wearing something pretty underneath all that.”
Heart beating wildly in your chest, you attempt to slow down your thoughts. How does he know about your prophecy? You had sworn the seer to secrecy, she had vowed to tell no one about your soulmate - a demon of three sins.
Raising your chin confidently, you attempt to stare him down as you claim,
“You’ll never find out.”
He grins.
Goosebumps spread over your skin and your instincts finally kick in.
His fingers curl tightly around your wrist, the tip of your knife inches from his chest. He cocks his head aside, looking down at you with a smirk.
“This the first time you’ve fought a corporeal demon?”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you growl in frustration as you push harder against his grip with both arms.
“No.”
He breathes out a laugh, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he pushes you backwards. His other hand curls under your elbow, giving him the leverage to hoist you up onto the altar.
Struggling against him, you continue to push the knife towards him with little success. He looks almost disappointed at your feeble attempt.
“I think you’ve forgotten something, demon,” you hiss at him. He raises a brow at you with a bored expression.
“Enlighten me then.”
“You’re in the mortal world, and this is my domain. I have the upper hand here.” You let go of the knife with one hand, calling out the words, “Flamma in manibus.”
Instantly, the flames from the candles dissipate, flooding quickly to gather in the palm of your hand. When he sees the fire blooming in front of him the demon lets go of you, disappearing into thin air.
Stunned, you stare at the empty church for a moment before you push away from the altar, taking a few tentative steps forward. Surely a little fire hadn’t scared such a powerful demon?
Then arms wrap tightly around your body, pulling you back against a firm chest. The flames in your hand extinguish as your arms are pinned down by his hold on you.
“Looking for something?” he purrs against your ear. As his nose traces over the shell of your ear you shiver, his lips hovering above the sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I gotta admit, you’re a smart one.”
As you attempt to tug away from him, his scent fills your senses. Is this demon wearing cologne? With every breath you take, more of his scent sends a burning down your throat that urges you to press your face into the crook of his neck and breathe it in directly from the source.
He smirks.
“You starting to feel it now?” You frown at him. “I’m impressed little bride, most people would be throwing themselves at me by now.”
Blinking in confusion, you turn and meet his dark eyes. When your eyes lock, you can feel the blood flooding down your body, warming your most intimate parts and stealing your ability to think clearly.
“You’re a lust demon.”
He nods with a wicked grin.
“Among other things.” At the sight of confusion filling your eyes he shrugs lightly before he admits, “I have my moments of wrath.”
A shiver runs down your spine. Most demons specialise in only one of the seven sins.
Typically you could sense it as soon as you interacted with them. But with this demon it appeared that physical contact was the only way for you to know what he’s capable of.
The pull towards him is indescribable.
Lust tugs at your body, urging you to turn around in his arms and let him kiss you. His perfect lips would feel divine on your body, his tongue tracing over your skin and his teeth leaving delightfully painful marks in their wake.
Wrath simmers under his skin, you can see the violence hidden in his dark eyes and the firm hold of his hands as his fingers tighten on your body. There’s a beauty in it, the darkness that lurks inside him, and you wonder what it would take to bring it out to play.
Underneath the pull of those two sins, there’s something else. A deep gnawing that settles in your own stomach, a wanting that hurts. The need to be the best, to have everything that you’ve ever wanted. Greed.
The corner of his mouth twitches when he hears you gasp in realisation. A demon of three sins.
“No one ever gets that far,” he muses quietly. “They just see me as a lustful temptation or a devil on their shoulder urging them to act on their darkest thoughts.”
A cool breeze ghosts over your bare stomach, making you notice that he had slowly unbuttoned your shirt. He slides his hand over your stomach, reaching up to cup your breast.
“They don’t see that greed is what really fuels me. The sex and the violence are just means to an end, so I can get whatever it is I want.”
His thumb circles over your nipple that hardens underneath the thin fabric of your bra as he continues,
“Now you’re a stubborn one, I can tell.”
The demon traces his other hand over the waistband of your trousers, tugging occasionally at the material. He clicks his tongue when the fabric doesn’t move to his liking.
“Are you going to tell me what you want?” he asks you. He dips his hand under the waistband of your trousers, running his fingers over your pantie-clad mound.
Sparks of pleasure flood through your wobbling legs and you shake your head at him, even as you whine desperately. He mimics your shaking head mockingly with a pout on his lips before he smiles.
“I think you want me to marry you. I think you wanna belong to me. Want to tie our souls together.”
His lips press a long line of kisses from the shell of your right down to the nape of your neck. With each brush of his lips, pleasure sinks into your body, your mind growing hazy from his words and his touch.
“I think you want me to fuck you over this altar. Make you mine. Stain your soul with my cock.”
A whimper leaves your lips as he slides your jacket and shirt down, dropping them onto the cold stone floor. His hand in your trousers still doesn’t move and a shuddering breath leaves your lips as you rock your hips forwards.
“I think you want to be my wife, hm?”
“What- what about you?”
He blinks at you in confusion, a small frown creasing at his brows at the sight of you looking so uncertain. Despite the flood of arousal and wanting you’re feeling, self consciousness stops you from giving yourself over to him.
“Do you want to be my husband?” you ask, almost shyly.
His eyes darken and in an instant his lips are meeting yours in a fierce kiss. Fingers curling over the back of your neck, he spins you around and hoists you up onto the altar.
A gasp falls from your lips at the chill of the stone surface against your bare thighs. He must have dematerialised your trousers at some point, though that fades away as he continues to kiss you.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans lowly. “Yes I wanna be your husband.”
Tugging at his dark clothing, you whine when it doesn’t budge and he chuckles. You blink once and by the time your eyes are open again his clothes are gone.
As your jaw drops at the sight of him, all lean muscle and scars, he takes the opportunity to tilt your head back, spitting onto your tongue. Shock prickles over your body as you moan wantonly. He grins as you swallow eagerly.
Stepping between your parted thighs, he reaches around your body with both hands, searching for the clasp of your bra. He finds it easily, but instead of undoing it, he rips it in half before tugging at the material and dropping it to the floor.
He dips his head down, tongue flattening over your hardened nipple before he takes it lightly between his teeth.
Arching into his mouth, you gasp and whimper as his hand provides your other breast with an equal amount of attention. The pads of his fingers are calloused and they prickle delightfully over your sensitive skin.
At first you grip onto the hard stone beneath you, but then you sink a hand into his hair which makes him groan. Encouraged by his reaction, you seize a tight fistful of his dark locks.
When your nails accidentally scratch one of his horns he growls deeply, tilting his head back to look up at you. The look in his eyes makes your whole body want to melt into a puddle, allowing him to reshape you into whatever he wants.
His lips move back up, trailing a line of harsh kisses over your throat.
“Well they were right,” he breathes against your lips before he kisses you firmly. “You were wearing white.”
Blinking, you look down at your torn white bra and the soaked white panties that are clinging to the wet lips of your cunt. He slides your panties delicately down your legs, pressing kisses to whatever part of you is closest.
His thumb circles your clit slowly and you whine loudly at the bare minimum you’re being granted. When you try to grasp his wrist as swats your hand away and his obsidian eyes flash with danger.
“Patience,” he warns you, and you can’t help but tease,
“I thought patience was a virtue?”
He growls.
Your knees land on the altar as he turns you around, your cheek pressing against the cool polished stone and you breathe in sharply as his cock presses against your sopping entrance.
He slaps your ass and you whimper, giving his restraint the final push.
He groans loudly as he pushes inside you, and your hands scramble for purchase, nails scratching against the stone as the sensation of him filling you so thoroughly overtakes your senses.
Once he’s all the way inside, he breathes out harshly, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. He picks up the black ribbon from beside you, using it to tie your hands in front of you.
He runs his hands soothingly over your shoulders, massaging gently before he uses his weight to pin you beneath him. Then he begins to fuck you.
Hands bound, body bent into the position of his choosing, you can do nothing but accept the pleasure he’s giving you. He swipes his thumb over your clit, and you clench hard around him as the head of his cock knocks against that spot deep inside you.
As you begin to near the edge of your climax, he speeds up and soon you’re squeezing tightly around his cock as your orgasm hits you. Tension fills your muscles as you clench with a groan, the aftershocks pushing your body through a violent wave of pleasure.
He growls lowly, gritting his teeth and taking even breaths as you twitch beneath him, feeling stunned from your sudden high.
When you finally relax, your muscles loosening with pleasure, he pulls out of you. Before you can protest, he’s turning you around to lie on your back with your bound hands resting on your stomach.
Then he picks up the white ribbon.
“You think you can manage a few knots?”
You blink at him, still dazed with pleasure. Then you realise.
You’re getting married.
The black ribbon currently tied expertly around your wrists represents his soul. The ribbon that he’s holding now represents yours. A pure, delicate white.
The aftershocks of your orgasm make your shake and you struggle slightly with the ribbon as you tie his wrists together with a little slack between them. He grins, using his bound hands to position his cock against your cunt for the second time.
He’s slower this time, urging you to take him into your body with a surprising amount of intimacy. He takes your face between both of his hands and you can feel the ribbon that binds his hands together as it brushes against the back of your neck.
His forehead presses against yours, allowing the two of you to share long kisses that steal your breath away as he rocks inside you. Rolling your hips against his, you hear him inhale sharply before he’s thrusting harder.
Soon, you’re both moaning desperately into the kisses. Your bound hands smooth up his chest, taking his chin between your fingers. The scratch of his stubble prickles over your fingertips.
He groans loudly as he feels you clenching rapidly around his cock and praise spills from his lips, making your head fuzzy with warmth.
“Such a good little wife, with a gorgeous little cunt. You’re gonna let me cum in you, aren’t you? Gonna let me fill my wife up.”
“Yes,” you breathe out against his lips. Then he slams his hips down hard. “Yes,” you cry into the empty church. “Yes please.”
“Fuck,” he moans. Your nails dig into his hips, scratching lightly as you try to ground yourself. But pleasure is already sweeping its way through your body, lighting every nerve on fire.
Legs shaking constantly, you gasp against his lips as he kisses you.
“Let go, little bride. Let me marry you properly. Give me another orgasm, you feel so good when you cum.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, stars bloom over your closed eyelids as your hips jerk wildly. Then you climax hard around his cock. A long stream of moans escape from your worn throat, as your cunt spasms frantically.
With a few more thrusts, you’re dizzy with pleasure and he spills inside you. He rolls his hips as he rides out his high, only stopping when your whimpers become too loud and your hands nudge him away.
Withdrawing his hands from you, he reaches down to untie the ribbon around your wrists. He breathes out a chuckle at the dazed look in your eyes, and he guides your fingers towards the loose end of his own bindings.
Still dealing with the toll taken on your body, a few weak tugs is all you can manage, but soon enough the white ribbon falls to the floor alongside the black.
He runs his freed hands over your wrists, easing any discomfort caused with a gentle brush over his palm. A kiss is pressed against your damp forehead, before he rocks his hips forward.
Tensing suddenly, you stare at him with widened eyes. Then he pulls out slowly and a confusing mixture of relief and sadness fills you, but you don’t have the energy to analyse your reaction.
He traces his fingers through your folds, pushing his thick spend back inside you. Heart still pounding in your chest, you almost don’t hear him as he says,
“My name’s Billy by the way.”
Between shuddering breaths, you manage a small laugh before you tell him your own name. He smiles widely, licking his finger clean as he looks down at you.
Billy murmurs your name softly, attracting your attention. As he leans closer, you thread a hand through his hair, then stroke a single fingertip against one of his horns.
He shivers.
Then he reaches for you, tracing his fingers gently over your cheek.
“My beautiful little wife.”
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Trigger warnings: brief mentions of sex and murder, customer service hell-scape (not literal)
Word count: 875
Tell me we are not doin’ this for the next 12 hours.
You’re lucky, today is only a 10 hour shift. You continue scanning items, listening to the repetitive beeping and background chatter.
Are you sure we aren’t in Hell right now?
Don’t be a baby. We’re only 2 hours in.
This is so boring.
Boring is better than the alternative. I’m sure you’ll see soon enough.
“I have some coupons,” your customer says, handing you a stack of paper cut outs.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but these are for a different store. And they’re expired,” You explain.
“But they should still work. The last time I came here they accepted them.”
Yeah right.
“Unfortunately, I can’t accept them.”
“You can though. You just have to type some things into your computer. I’ve seen it done,” she continues.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s against store policy.”
“What are you stupid? Just put them in your computer. It’s not that hard!”
What a bitch. I would’ve stabbed her by now, but that’s just me.
“I’m not stupid, ma’am. There is nothing I can do. It’s against store policy.” You keep your tone even.
“Are you arguing with me? The customer is always right. See this is what’s wrong with your generation.” She huffs and puts her hands on her hip.
I’m older than you and if she was talkin’ to me like that, I wouldn’t stand for it.
Be quiet. You're gonna distract me.
“Ma’am, I cannot accept these coupons. Are you ready for me to finish the transaction?”
“No. I’m not. I want to speak to your manager.” She folds her arms over her chest.
Fine by me. Make her someone else’s problem.
You wave over your manager. “Hey Roger, could I have your help with something real quick?”
“Sure, what’s going on?” Roger asks. He’s nice, you like him as a manager. He usually has your back.
You open your mouth to speak, but the woman interrupts you and begins complaining. Roger is patient, explaining the exact same thing you did and finally getting the woman to leave. Roger isn’t a very tall or particularly strong man, but he’s nice and polite and you have a bit of a professional crush on him. He claps you on the shoulder and gives you an apologetic smile once he leaves.
He wants to fuck you.
Jesus Christ, William. He does not.
I thought you were gay. How can you have a crush on him?
I’m pan. Equal opportunity as far as crushes go. Gay is just a bit of a catch all term I use when I don’t feel like explaining.
So you would be down for a threesome? You can hear the grin in his words.
You literally are just another dude. Could you be any more cliche?
I could.
I’m gonna be clear right now. That was not a challenge.
Kinda felt like it.
How old are you, William?
I lost track. I’ve been outta Hell a couple times. Last time was during the Civil War, I think. Time before that is kinda fuzzy. I think some war for independence. When I was human, I fought with swords.
Damn you're old. If you’ve done the possession thing before, why are you so bad at it?
Ouch. I did just fine before. I think something’s wrong with you, not me.
So you’re blaming me for your possession? Take some responsibility for your own actions, my dude.
Responsibility is for suckers.
You roll your eyes and focus on the rest of the shift. Billy is mostly well behaved-ish and only mentioning murdering the customers occasionally.
Damn look at the rack on her.
I will not.
If I saw, that means you looked.
Okay, I noticed, but it would be impossible not to. I’m not going to stare, that’s rude.
You can practically feel the demon pouting in your mind as he says, Now you’re just bein’ mean.
I know we established you are old as dirt, but I’m not gonna go around ogling women for your amusement.
What about ogling men?
What?!
You said no to women, that leaves a lot of options open. Can we ogle those?
First of all, there is no we in this and no. We are not ogling anyone. Oh my God she’s coming to my lane.
The beautiful brunette woman with the low cut top and killer curves is loading a handful of items onto the conveyor belt. You avoid looking at her as best you can as you scan the items.
“I like your hair,” she says. “It suits you.”
You stumble over your words. “You too. I mean, I like your hair too. Thanks.”
You’re hopeless, sweetheart.
I am not! I was just unprepared.
“You’re cute,” the woman smiles. “I’ll see you around.”
You hand her the receipt and nod stupidly.
Absolutely hopeless.
Ugh, just a bit.
She wanted to fuck you too by the way.
She did not! How would you even know that? You’re out of date for human interactions by a couple centuries.
I’m an incubus, plus fucking is timeless.
That’s such a weird thing to say. Of course I get a literal sex demon stuck in my head. God must hate me.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, edging, bondage, cum swallowing, heavy angst, talks of murder and (mild) decapitation, mind control, psychological torment, mentions of toxic and manipulative friendships.
Your arousal burns through him.
It’s not like your pain, it doesn’t slide like a needle between the layers of his skin, awakening discomfort that makes his heart beat in a worrisome rhythm.
Your arousal is different. New to him, and still a little unfamiliar, but he knows it when he feels it. It’s like a soft hand on his skin, the ghost of your touch trailing from his ear down his neck. It’s the sensation of your fingers drifting into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and makes the hairs on his arms stand on end.
That’s how he knows you’re aroused, when it feels like you’re touching him all over all at once, when realistically, you’re currently just holding his hand.
He finds great appreciation for the feeling, as you tug him through the busy streets. He doesn’t know what you’re looking for, too caught up in your emotions to focus on the destination.
It’s odd, he’s never felt someone else like this before, never given anyone the opportunity to.
A strange pleasure courses through him, that he’s the one responsible for your arousal, that his earlier actions have made you excited, and desperate for him.
His mistress wants him.
He’d do anything to please her.
.
.
TEN MINUTES AGO.
Billy has seen his fair share of assholes to know when he’s looking at one.
He’d almost wiped the six-foot tall man clean off the face of the earth for trying to hug you, before absently remembering he was in a public place.
If that wasn’t enough of a reason, he could see the way you were discomforted by the brunette’s appearance, the faux pleasantness of your smile, the stiffness of your shoulders. Billy was aching for blood just at the idea that you might not want to interact with this human at all.
When the man had asked about him, you’d glanced back with that same forced smile.
“Oh, this,” you'd said with barely any hesitation, “This is Billy, my boyfriend.”
The words echo in his head. He looks down at you, feeling his mind rage with the desire to take you. He’s surprised he’s still able to formulate a thought with the way he wants to drop to his knees and sink his tongue into your cunt.
He feels something expand in his chest. His mistress, claiming him in front of others so easily, so readily, made him into a beast of a man, filled with so much want for just a few moments.
The man extends his hand to Billy, and Billy at least musters the courtesy to shake his hand without shattering all the fragile bones beneath the skin, introducing himself.
“Dimitri, I’m the former best friend.”
He nods in acknowledgement, thinking that it’s a little odd to go around introducing yourself like that.
He looks at you, takes a deep breath.
“Wow, you look amazing.” Dimitri says, and Billy wants to rip his eyeballs out of his skull for even daring to look at you.
.
Your skin crawls at his comment. You swallow, smiling and try to accept it, wishing for this interaction to be over with.
“Thanks, Dima.” You whisper softly, using his nickname accidentally.
His smile widens.
“We should hang out sometime, catch up, you wouldn’t believe the things I have to tell you.”
You blink, wondering why he was so friendly to you, as if the last time you’d spoken had never happened.
You try not to think about it.
“That might be nice,” You say politely, “But, I’m so swamped with things I have to do, and I might be travelling soon too.”
“Really? Where do you work now?”
Fuck, how do you get out of this one?
“I’m not really working anymore, just sort of… freelance.” You hoped it was enough to deter him from asking any more questions.
Dimitri only tilts his head in confusion.
“Really? That’s a bold move. I remember how much you used to struggle with being independent back in college.”
You swallow forcefully.
“Yeah, well, not anymore.” You say softly, feeling smaller and smaller under his gaze. You take a small step back, and you feel Billy’s hand find a spot on your back to remind you that he’s here.
Dimitri looks up at Billy, and you can almost tell that something awful is about to be said.
At the same time, you notice the woman helping you from before approaches, and it somehow helps to see her coming your way.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she says with an easy smile, “I just need confirmation of a contact number?”
You nod at her, knowing that Billy doesn’t have that information.
“I can help,” You offer, following when she angles her body to head back to her customer help desk.
“Bye, Dimitri.” You say quickly, hoping he takes the hint and leaves.
.
Dimitri doesn’t leave.
Instead, he turns to Billy.
“I don’t know how long you’ve been with her, but I have to warn you. Honestly, I wish someone had warned me before I put so much effort into getting to know her.”
Billy sucks in a deep breath, glancing at you, before looking back at the man in question.
“Warn me about what?”
“She’s got… issues, big ones, and she leads people on and then gets upset when they… respond… if you know what I mean.” Dimitri says.
Billy’s trying hard not to lose his cool.
“I thought you were just her friend.” He says easily.
“I was,” the other man states, “but she’s got some problems and I just wanted to give you a heads up, man to man.”
.
You’re waiting patiently for the woman to enter your number into the system when you feel uninhibited rage swell in the back of your throat.
Your mouth falls open in surprise, breath halting in your chest as raw anger claws its way into your head.
You turn your head quickly to glance at Billy, who’s got his eyes fixed on the shorter man, the look on his face is calm rage, like a snake, coiling tight before an attack.
The woman at the counter, having no idea of the rage swarming your system, smiles at you and thanks you for your time.
You can only give her a distracted nod, walking back to Billy quickly. He looks down at Dimitri, raising an eyebrow casually.
“I don’t see much of a man.” Billy says, and you blink in surprise, wondering what was said when you weren’t there.
Dimitri, not one to swallow insults easily, straightens, squares his shoulders angrily trying to make himself look bigger, more intimidating. You stand a small distance away, too stunned to interrupt the conversation fully.
“Go to hell. I was only trying to give you a heads up. She’s going to smile at you, and beg for comfort and make you think that she’s in love with you, and the minute you take her seriously, she’s going to push you away.”
You blink, looking away, a sharp spear in your chest at the reminder of the things he’d said all those years ago.
It’s the look on Billy’s face that holds you transfixed. He’s angry, his body completely still and for the first time you’re not sure about what he’s going to do next.
Shamefully, the look in his eyes goes right down to your core. This was the man that was capable of taking lives, and though you had somewhat domesticated him, this was what lay beneath the surface at every waking moment. This was the oncoming devastation, and you could feel the rage, his rage, hit a breaking point inside of you.
“Go home and cut your arm off.” Billy says, watching the man’s eyes widen in shock.
“Billy, no.” You murmur, finally finding the words to interrupt him.
He huffs, looking down at you for a second.
“One hand?” Billy offers, and receives a shake of your head.
“Two fingers?” he tries again with the same reaction.
“Fine,” Billy sighs, “One finger, but that’s as low as I’m going.”
“Billy.” You admonish.
He looks back at Dimitri angrily.
“You have no idea how amazing she is.” he says, anger rolling heavily in his words, the colour of his influence cloudy in Dimitri’s eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with her. There never was, and there never will be and you’re lucky that she’s so kind cause I’m ready to make you eat your leg off for her entertainment.” He watches Dimitri swallow.
“So go home, cut your finger off, wrap it, and go to a hospital, and you better thank whatever god there is, that she doesn’t hold grudges.”
When Dimitri is two steps away, Billy speaks again.
“Oh, and Dima?” Billy says mockingly, watching the man turn back with a terrified expression on his face.
“Let’s forget about this, yeah?”
He only nods before scurrying away.
.
.
Perhaps you should have been angry with him.
But there was something about the coolness of his anger now, the way you could almost feel the fire burning inside of him, like red hot steel being plunged into frigid water.
The way he’d acknowledged your protests, but still finding some way to punish your old friend, like a balance being struck between your disposition and his.
In truth, you knew it was a very wrong thing, but you also found yourself barely caring as you reached for his hand, and pulled him out of the store.
You try to be reasonable in your head about it, Billy could have killed him out of your sight and you would never know, so this had to be a better alternative…
…right?
Or was this just you trying to excuse your involvement in Dimitri’s punishment?
Regardless, you couldn’t feel your morality at the moment, all you could feel was the empty space inside you, begging to be filled, to be used by him.
And you needed it now.
.
You tug him into the first cafe you find.
With a lovely outdoor theme to the interior, earth tones and the smell of coffee in the air, you definitely make a little note in your head to come back later.
You’re not thinking too much about anything though, simply following the signs that point to the bathroom.
Billy doesn’t even question when you tug him into the ladies’ room and then into a spacious stall with a door that goes all the way down to the floor.
The stall door barely has any time to close, before you’re pressing your body against his, rising onto your toes and holding on to the back of his neck to bring his face down.
Your eyes close as your mouths mesh together. You hear a little groan slip from the back of his throat.
His hands grip your hips, and when it’s not enough, his arms encircle your waist, crushing your body to his in one swift move.
You can't help the little laugh of surprise that leaves your mouth at his display of enthusiasm, grinning against his eager mouth for a moment. He returns your amusement with a smile of his own, and a dark promise in his eyes that reminds you of who he is, and what he's capable of.
It happens like a switch flipping inside of you, in one second you’re eager to kiss him, blissful with the idea of finally getting his mouth on yours. But it’s the way his mouth feels, the way his hair catches on your fingertips and his beard scratches your cheek that turns gentle need into something indescribable.
Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, leaning into him, little whines slip from your mouth when you feel like he’s too far away.
Like a burning in your head that demands him, in every way possible.
As high on your toes as you can get, you wobble a little when you try to get even higher, feeling his tail reach out in response to that, wrapping around your leg in an attempt to keep you steady. You groan when his tail brushes between the apex of your thighs. Pulling back for a quick breath, you raise one leg to wrap it around his hip, his hand sliding under your rear smoothly to support you.
His mouth is hot against yours, matching your fervour, an amused chuckle against your mouth when you whine.
He moves so passionately, fingers on your chin to tilt your head up so you can feel the searing heat of his desire for you.
You finally build up the courage, gripping his jaw tightly, encouraging his mouth to open so that you can press your tongue into his mouth teasingly.
He lets out another low groan that goes right to your core, shredding at your sanity when he pulls you even closer.
"Mistress-" Billy attempts to speak, trying to inquire about doing this in a more comfortable spot, instead of the bathroom stall of the cafe you'd just tugged him into.
You're not having any of it though, hands gripping the back of his neck roughly, tongue delving into his mouth with so much wanton need that he can't think to deny you.
You can't seem to stop, or focus, your only desire is to show your appreciation, despite how empty your cunt feels.
You move from his mouth, kissing over his cheek and over to his neck, delivering open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin, hearing the heavy labour of his breath increase.
“Does that feel good?” You ask, teasing him, daring to press your teeth into the column of his neck.
His hiss delights you, hands tightening their grip on you, showing you how much he really likes what you’re doing to him.
When the edge of his shirt gets in the way, you huff angrily, tugging at it so that you can bite down on his collarbone.
"Take this off." You command , tugging at his shirt.
“Mistress,” He tries to protest again.
“Billy,” You hiss, “Now.”
His shirt disappears in a puff of purple.
You drag your short fingernails against his skin, groaning in delight at the opportunity to have him, rubbing your face into his chest, appreciating the feel of his hot skin on your cheek, touching his body the way you always dream of. When you want more balance, you drop your leg from around his hip so that you’re on your own two feet.
You reach for his belt next, tugging at the leather, before reaching a hand down to cup at his erection through his pants.
“Wait.” He sighs, and it stops all your movement. You look up at him with wide eyes.
It takes you back into your head for a moment. Were you going too far?
He’s leaned back against the door, breathing in large heaves of air.
His hands cup your face, fingers tingling against your cheek, you wait patiently for his words.
“Are you sure?” He asks, dark eyes studying you.
Oh. Oh.
“Very.” You reply, “Are you?”
He inclines his head.
“Good.” You utter, keeping your eyes on his as you drop to your knees in one swift movement.
His eyes go red.
You reach for his belt again, and this time he doesn’t stop you. You undo his button and zipper in record time and gently tug his boxers down, salivating at the first sight of his cock.
Billy groans, he senses the increase in your arousal, feels it like you’ve got your tongue dragging on his neck while you’re eye level with his cock.
His breath stutters when your mouth seals over the head of his cock.
“Mistress.” He shivers, head hitting the door as he drops his head back.
You take your time, moving slowly, remembering the way his cum makes you feel, thinking about pleasing him this way, your cunt sticky under all your clothes.
Jaw open wide to accommodate his girth, you hum, taking him down as far as comfortable, listening with delighted ears at the sounds he makes in response.
He’s perfection, you acknowledge, he’s yours.
You take your time, bobbing your head slowly to a quiet drumming inside you, keeping a steady rhythm that you hope he likes.
You raise a hand to pump the rest of him slowly, as you angle your head to slide your tongue along the underside of his cock.
A soft sound leaves his mouth, and you keep looking up at him when your tongue dips even further to touch his balls.
He looks down suddenly, hair askew with the sudden movement, eyes shining red as you sway your tongue from side to side at the base of his cock.
Billy reaches down, and grips the back of your head harshly.
“Mistress.” He utters breathlessly, bending down, he tugs a little painfully on your hair to bring your mouth to his.
Your lips against his feels so sinful, you straighten as much as you can from your position on the floor, humming, delighted that he’s interested in kissing you like this.
You keep pumping your hand on his cock, eager to keep him in that blissed out state, but you realise he might be stalling you when he refuses to release your hair.
You pull away from him, and when he tries to bring you back for a kiss by tightening his grip on the back of your head, you raise your free hand to uncurl his fingers from your hair.
“You’re distracting me.” You complain, looking between his cock and his face.
“Let me take you home. I’ll let you ride my face till you can’t breathe.”
“Later,” you hum, “I want your cum on my tongue.”
He grunts, straightening to allow you more access to his cock.
You immediately take him into your mouth, more eager than ever, need pulsing inside of you, pumping the rest of his cock that you can’t get your mouth on with your hand.
He groans, and it goes straight to that spot inside of you that aches for him.
Something shifts inside of you, and acutely, you’re aware of something else you can feel.
It glides through your body, like two fingers tracing itself over your skin, beginning at your core, it slips over your clit and upward to your ribs. You moan around his cock at the phantom sensation, pushing your head down until he’s at the back of your throat.
Up, over your breast, to your neck and over your cheek, you hum around his cock, as the touch tingles over your scalp.
You don’t know what you’re feeling, not sure what caused the sensation of this invisible touch so you pull back for a moment, looking around for his tail.
When you don’t see any presence of his tail, you look up, searching his eyes for an explanation.
“I feel… what is that?” You ask.
He tilts his head, red eyes flashing purple for a second.
You watch him swallow.
“My pleasure, mistress, you can feel it.”
Your lips part in surprise. The ghost sensation traces its way down your back.
A small smile graces your lips, before you kiss the tip of his cock.
“I like it.” you say to him, licking teasingly at the head of his cock and feeling the way the sensation travelling along your skin heightens.
You close your eyes, and hasten your rhythm, the smooth head of his cock gliding along your tongue and you think you’ve found a little bit of heaven at his feet.
“Mistress.” He groans, a little too loud for the space you’re in, and you think that might be his way of warning you that he’s on edge.
You only hum on his cock, hearing his breath stutter as you hollow your cheeks while taking him down as deep as you can.
You feel his body tense, the muscle of his thighs hardening until it’s stiff as a rock, and then his cock twitches, a small movement, before he begins to spill into your mouth.
You feel it, his orgasm, it rattles through you, makes your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. It’s like the rush of a heated wave, originating from the deepest spot inside of you, unfurling all the way down to your fingers, and the very tips of your ears.
He moans, it’s a low, euphoric sound, that makes your body tingle from the experience of it.
You swallow his cum eagerly, milking every drop from him, making sure he’s got nothing left to give you before you release him from your mouth.
You can still feel his pleasure, the aftermath of it is just as strong as it was during, and as it settles inside of you, you can’t help the little giggle that leaves your lips.
His eyes still red, your legs wobble as you do your best to stand. He extends his hands to help you, and you grip his forearms tightly for balance.
“Did my lovely demon like that?” You ask, feeling your head begin to swim peacefully, the effects of his release beginning to affect you.
He studies you closely, hands cupping your cheeks to look into your eyes. You can only chuckle more.
Absentmindedly, you lick your lips, savouring the taste of him on your tongue, closing your eyes in bliss, swaying in his arms.
With your eyes closed, you feel him guide you into a very deep sway, and the next thing you feel is your back being pressed against cool, soft sheets.
You sigh happily, your skin sensitive, head lost in a daze.
“Mistress?” Billy whispers softly into your ear.
You smile, eyes still closed, raising a hand to cup his bearded cheek, the wiry hairs tingling along the palm of your hand.
“Yes, Billy?” You hum easily.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to lick your little cunt now.”
Your eyes peek open in confusion, feeling something smooth wind its way around your wrists, pulling slowly at your arms until they’re pinned beside your head.
“What?” you ask in surprise, not fully understanding where this is going in your semi-inebriated state.
“And I’m sorry, but I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.” He continues, as if you haven’t spoken.
You can’t do much in your state, relaxed as you feel him carefully tear your shirt in two, exposing your warm skin to him. He snips the straps of your bra, tugging the material down so that your nipples are exposed to the cool air.
You gasp, whining as you pull a little on your restraints, a muted fire burning inside of you from the way he treats you as if you’re his plaything.
His hands are on your pants next, and he at least takes his time to unbutton them, peeling them off your legs, before something begins winding around your ankles too.
“What're you doing to me?” You whine, body aching more and more for each touch.
You turn your head to the side, noticing that the things holding your arms in place are just soft purple ropes. You give another tug, you feel your desire increase as you become aware of your inability to move.
You pant as your legs are pulled apart, you whine pitifully as you realise how exposed, open, and vulnerable you are to him. There’s a sweetness to it, something that makes your body yearn. It’s the thought that he could do anything he wanted to you at the very moment, and you would be helpless to stop him.
Usually that would scare you, but with your demon, you trusted him, wholly, maybe more than you should have.
Finally, you look up at him. His large frame hovers over you, between your legs, looking down at you with something fierce behind his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, and a pleased smile rises to his lips.
“Poor mistress,” Billy hums, raising a hand to flick gently at your nipple, making you gasp in response, “All wet and helpless and at my mercy. Do you want me to stop?”
Your head shouts the answer, but your mouth can only whisper.
“N-no.” You reply.
His other hand raises to touch your next breast, both hands toying with your nipples easily. You hiss, dropping your head back in bliss.
“No?” He mocks, “You want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please.” You breathe.
His grin deepens.
“You really trust a demon like me that much? Do you have any idea how badly I want to ruin you?”
“I want you.” You whine, closing your eyes eagerly when he brings his face in close, hoping that he’s going to kiss you.
“I’d let you ruin me.” You continue, hearing a little grunt leave his throat in response.
“Open your mouth, mistress.” He says darkly, and you obey, parting your lips for him.
He hums, before sealing his mouth over yours, his tongue immediately meeting your own.
You moan, flicking your tongue upwards, delightfully rubbing your tongue eagerly on his, unable to move in any way.
Your head fills with the worst ideas, that if he wanted, he could keep you here, bound, and still somehow you find that appealing.
There’s a drumming in your head, a heat on your skin, the taunting ghost of a phantom touch as his pleasure swells within you.
He begins kissing you softly, his mouth fixed to yours as one hand flicks at your nipples, the other hand supporting his weight so that he doesn’t crush you.
He drops his hips, so that he can press his stiff erection between your thighs. You clench involuntarily, angling your hips as best as possible to feel him.
When you whine against his mouth, raising your head to increase the pressure of his lips on yours, he stops touching your breast to grip your jaw harshly. He squeezes, keeping your head still as he kisses you hard, his rough tongue delving into your mouth easily.
He pulls back with a grin, looking at you with red eyes as you pant.
“Are you still cum drunk, mistress?” He asks.
You swallow, nodding your head.
“Good.”
Without any further words, he kisses your neck.
You hum, tilting your head to the side in a silent plea for him to keep going, a sharp gasp when his teeth drag along your sensitive skin.
You wriggle, but you’re unable to move, your bra is uncomfortable on your skin, and you hope he tugs the material off of your body soon.
His tongue is wicked, sliding over each collarbone, before they connect with the stiff peak of your nipple.
Billy moans, the flat of his tongue gliding over the underside of your nipple, before being flicked meaningfully by the tip of his tongue.
He repeats the motion several times, before tearing the ruined fabric of your bra off your skin, and circling his tongue around your other nipple.
You cry out, blubbering, his arms sliding under you to encourage your back to arch, making it that much harder to move as he circles his tongue around each nipple.
“Mine.” Billy growls, and you feel your eyes almost roll back in your head at the way you feel- debauched and desperate, for him and all the wicked things he does.
He’s not very nice, his tail sliding around your thigh and pressing gently against your panties, rolling in gentle waves over your core, tormenting you, making sure you feel each caress.
You feel his pleasure increase, like a breath over your skin, telling you that he enjoys this, having you helpless at his mercy below him and you crave the feeling of that like never before.
You know from past experience that if he wanted to ease your ache, he could easily increase his pressure to help alleviate your need, instead he only makes it worse.
After a moment, you gasp in surprise as you feel his tail work its way under the fabric covering your cunt.
You whimper, tossing your head from side to side, trying to find a way to get him to touch you where you need it most, but being unable to do much with the way you’re bound.
When you try to close your legs, you feel his ropes snake higher up your ankles, and loop over your calves, stopping right above your knees.
“Billy.” You beg, “Please, I need you.”
“Shhh, mistress,” He soothes, “This is what you get for riling me up so badly.”
“I didn’t-” You try to argue.
“No?” he asks, his tail skirting your slit, offering only a small amount of friction, “Getting down on your knees, licking my cock like that, swallowing every drop of my cum- that wasn’t supposed to make me feverish with desire for you?”
“I only wanted to thank you for sticking up for me.” You whine, trying to argue as he presses his face to the plush underside of your breast, beard scratching deliciously over your soft skin.
“Thank me? Do you have any idea what seeing you like that does to me?” His hands cup your face, and you part your lips as he kisses you softly, “On your knees, looking up, that sweet mouth sucking on my cock like you need me?”
When you don’t answer him, he hums, biting softly on your bottom lip.
You groan, struggling against his bindings for show, knowing that you’re not getting free unless he wills it.
“I’ll show you what it does to me.” He says softly, the words sending a shiver down your spine.
You feel his tail drag upwards under your panties, hovering over your clit, and you sob desperately, yearning for him to touch you where it hurts.
Your thigh twitches involuntarily, body shuddering at how close he is.
“Please.” You gasp, tilting your hips up, sobbing as he moves his tail back too.
“Aw mistress, am I being mean?” He teases rhetorically.
You open your eyes, looking at him, his eyes have remained red the entire time. You think about what you could possibly say to get any semblance of relief.
“I loved sucking your cock, Billy,” You mumble, watching the red in his eyes darken, “I’d do it every day if you let me.”
His mouth parts, and you note the sharpening of his teeth for a brief moment.
Before you can even focus on any one thing in particular, his tail begins to slide easily between your thighs.
Your breath catches in your throat, feeling the appendage slide up and down, catching on your clothed clit, using the slickness of your arousal to move. You clench around nothing, gasping, aching for more, aching for it faster, and getting nothing but his slow, steady pace in return.
Suddenly his tail pauses, and you almost want to cry, only having a moment to open your mouth to beg when you feel his tail wrap around the waistline of your underwear, and pull it harshly till it rips.
“That’s better.” He murmurs, ridding you of the flimsy material, keeping his eyes locked to yours as his tail goes right back between your legs, grinding more purposefully on your cunt.
You drop your head back temporarily in defeat, arms and legs bound, unable to do much moving, all you can do is try your best not to squirm while his tail makes a mess of you.
You’re forced into looking at his gorgeous visage, his arms braced on either side of your head, he looks at all the expressions on your face as you struggle against his bindings, failing miserably at your attempt to stay still.
He speeds up, and your mouth falls open at the delicious feeling, the steady touch on your swollen clit.
Your pleasure swims in his head, drunk on the power he has over you, enjoying every moment of watching you. There is nowhere he'd rather be right now than right here, not even the promise of Heaven could tear him from you.
He slows his tail not long after, watching the torment cross your face, feeling delighted that he can do this to you, that he can make you want like this.
“I should’ve left you hard,” You grit out angrily, groaning inwardly when his only answer is an amused chuckle.
“You talk too much, mistress,” He taunts, before taking his tail away from your dripping core to press it against your lips.
You only hesitate for a moment, opening your mouth easily, and letting his tail, wet with your own arousal into your mouth.
The taste of you is tart on his tail, and you wrap your lips around the leathery appendage, giving it the same treatment that you gave his cock not too long ago.
“You look beautiful like this,” He breathes, red eyes memorising you, “Mouth full like a good mistress.”
Your chest flutters, but you can’t say or do anything except continue sucking on the tip of his tail. It helps distract you from the raging firestorm of desire inside of you.
He drops his head once more, and you gasp around your mouthful of tail as his rough tongue ambles over your sensitive nipples.
You feel the vibration of his groan against your breast, and suddenly you let out a sound of surprise when the rope wrapped around your legs begin to pull them up and further apart.
He raises up, pulling away, his tail leaving your mouth empty as he leans back to look at you. The remnants of his saliva cooling on your breast, the lips of your cunt spread with the further parting of your legs.
Vaguely, you’re aware that he can see every intimate inch of you, and you think you love that. You keep your eyes on his face, making sure he’s looking at your centre when you clench your inner walls.
He looks up at you, his gaze is full of something familiar, something you’re acquainted with intimately at the back of your head, where all your sacred thoughts lie. It’s a look that promises pleasure, above all else.
He leans in slowly, and you watch carefully as the six-foot tall demon bound to you for eternity, dips his head to place a gentle kiss between your breasts.
Your mouth parts in surprise.
He kisses over your stomach, over your belly button, scratching his beard along your skin, teasing you with the sharpness of his teeth.
It feels like nothing before, the careful attention he pays to each inch of your skin, feels like nothing short of worship to you.
You shake, gasping, desperate, tears pooling in your eyes on the brink of crying.
He trails a line of kisses between your hip bones, your body screaming with need and your inability to touch him. When he's not satisfied, his rough tongue retraces the path, your stomach tightening as he leaves pleasure in his wake.
How was he doing this so easily? Playing with you? Toying with your body as if he'd been doing it for all his life?
You make a little sound when he kisses the inside of your thighs.
He hums, drawing away from your thigh to press his lips to the seam of your cunt, staying like that for long, torturous moments.
“Billy please.” You beg on a meaningful breath, desperate for him to do something after he continues to place soft kisses on your pussy for longer than you like.
“I love hearing you beg.” He hums, kissing over your mound gently, slowly, as if there is no rush. You can feel the truth of his statement through your connection, feel the way his pleasure heightens when you make any kind of sound.
Your breath catches in your throat, unable to form a coherent thought in your head that would be enough to push him into pleasuring you the way you’re desperate for. All you can do is lie here, with your arms and legs bound while he places delicate kisses onto your wet pussy.
Your body burns with desire, something dangerously hot, that can only be soothed by his touch. You can feel yourself clench, feel the breath of his laughter on your skin, the way your demon loves tormenting you.
You close your eyes, and you focus on him, you think about all the things you want him to do, all the ways you need him, you hope that the bond between you will help persuade him to have mercy on you.
You imagine him over you, cock pumping between your thick thighs while his tail fills you up. You think about the way you’d kiss his beautiful form. You think about exploring his broad chest with your mouth, tracing the veins on his hands, the way his cock feels, heavy and unapologetic on your tongue.
Between your legs, he lets out a low groan. His skin is hot with your desire, he feels it, the way you need him, the way you ache for him, and he can’t get enough of it.
He’s never felt anything like it, in his centuries of existing, he’s never felt someone as much as he feels you. He knows that he never wants to feel anyone else like this, like he can’t tell where the essence of your soul ends and his begins, or maybe there’s an overlap, a blending of the two of you.
He darts his tongue out, sinks it into your cunt, trails upwards until he meets your clit, savouring the way you taste, your arousal on his tongue, all for him.
You gasp, tugging on your restraints, fighting his hold, and wanting to fight the featherlight touch of his tongue as well. Delight explodes behind your eyes, but it’s not yours you realise, it’s his. He gets enjoyment from tasting you. It makes you whimper, makes you need.
He torments you with his coarse tongue, like the demon you know him to be, gently moving across your clit, exciting your senses, winding you up like an object for his play.
You whine at the very idea of it, being used like this, giving yourself into the reality that he’s in total control of you, that it doesn’t matter what you want, your only purpose is to please him, to let him lick your cunt for however long, however roughly he wants.
It makes you that much wetter.
He takes his time, tongue slowly increasing its speed, moving in every angle over your clit, his careful precision to working you up, ensuring that your body feels good but not too good, a desperation being seared into your bones, or maybe even deeper, a place inside of you that belongs to only him.
His hands trail up from gripping your hips to explore the space beneath your breasts.
You gasp, feeling the tips of his long fingers tease the underside of your breasts, roaming even higher till he can roll your nipples between his fingers.
You say his name, pulling half-heartedly at your restraints, skin searing with open desire, gasping at the way he trails his hands lower once more, his fingertips ghosting over your skin, savouring the way you feel.
The phantom touch of his pleasure is all around you, trailing over your bound hands, up to your shoulders and neck, lingering on your lips.
You gasp, eyes rolled back in your head, lost in the feeling of his tongue when you realise you’re experiencing a clarity that you weren’t before.
You groan sadly, registering that while you’ve been captured in endless bliss, the effects of his cum had worn off.
You try to think about what it means, and what you want Billy to do about it, but it’s hard to focus when his tongue licks over your clit so often. It’s like he’s found the spot on your body that scrambles your thoughts and he’s been abusing that knowledge.
“Billy.” You sigh, calling for your demon, in hopes that he can pull himself from your dripping cunt for long enough to allow you any semblance of thought.
He only moans, rough tongue continuing its constant pace.
You shiver, raising your head, trying to get his attention away from your centre. You watch his head move down, the flat of his tongue connecting with your entrance before his head glides upward, pulling his tongue to meet your clit. He glances up at you with half-lidded red eyes, and as you look down at him between your thighs, he pauses, sliding his tongue slowly from side to side over your clit.
He looks lost in you, nothing registering behind his eyes except the taste of your cunt. You bite down on your lips at the sight of him like that.
You forget what you were thinking about, pulling your restraints taut in desperation, keeping you eyes locked on his as he continues to work his tongue sideways over your clit. A tilt of his head, and you watch his eyes close momentarily as he focuses solely on your clit, giving it soft attention, the perfect combination of right there and not enough.
You make a sharp cry of desperation, and he still doesn’t stop, his tongue speeding up, your toes curling as you begin to feel the burn of a slow oncoming orgasm.
He feels it, because he can feel everything you do, feels how badly you want him and he’s incapable of denying you anymore. He’s eager to taste your orgasm, feel you shiver on his tongue, he can’t stop thinking about it now, but he knows he has a point to make and he’s not stopping until you understand.
His pace doesn’t slow, licking you effortlessly, plump lips pressed together to trap your clit between them, using not just his tongue, but his lips as well to heighten your pleasure.
You shudder out a gasp, and then a little sob, dropping your head back, unable to think anymore. You take what he gives happily, because you have no choice in the matter, you’re at his mercy, despite how badly you yearn for release.
He hums, lips pressed to your clit, your body pulls tight in warning, mouth dropping open.
You only feel a puff of air on your mound, as if he just let out a little breath of amusement, at the way your body begs for him.
He flattens his tongue harshly to your clit, rolls his tongue quickly from side to side, listening to the sound of your whimpers increase.
You want to tell him how close you are, how desperate you are to come all over his tongue, almost ready to cry if he stops. The only thing that leaves your mouth is unintelligible sounds of insanity.
He knows though, he wants it too. To please you, to be owned by you.
Your toes curl, back bowing off the bed, everything held taught by the whims of your demon’s tongue.
And then he stops, detaches his mouth from your dripping heat and listens to you cry out in denial.
You open your mouth to beg him, but he’s already hovering above you, blunt fingers pressed into your jaw to turn your head to the side so he can whisper in your ear.
“Do you feel that?” He hisses, his lips right against the shell of your ear, “Do you feel how desperate you are? How bad it burns in your chest? That’s how I feel every second I’m not touching you, mistress.”
You gasp, trying to wrap your head around his words.
“That’s how I feel when you look at me, that’s how I feel when you kneel for me.”
He leans in even closer, till his nose is pressed to your temple, his lips right in your ear, his voice is a low grovel that thrums against your skin.
“Every time you wrap those perfect lips around my cock, you make me burn.”
“I’m sorry.” You finally say.
He raises his head, turning your face back to his.
“You are?” He asks.
You nod, trembling.
“I d-don’t mean to torment you.” You whisper.
The corner of his mouth lifts, you can see some semblance of sanity reappear.
“You don’t.” he states, as if this is news to him.
“I don’t.” You confirm, “I just want to make you happy.”
He grips your jaw tighter, leaning in.
“Why?”
Was that what this was? Insecurity?
“You do so much for me, Billy, and I like doing things for you too.”
“And if I couldn’t give you anything. Would you still…” His voice trails off, looking away.
“Yes.” You say swiftly, confidently, not letting the fear inside of him take root. “I’d want you even if you had nothing to give.”
Obsidian- the colour his eyes go next. You swallow, a tightness in your throat at the way he looks.
He looks back at you, eyes fixed on yours, dark veins spreading out from around his eyes as he tilts his head slowly.
He looks a little scary, the darkness of his eyes spreading out over his face, but like before, your body holds no real fear of him.
You don’t get a chance to say anything, before he’s leaning forward to kiss you hard.
You tilt your chin up, returning his fervour with need of your own, desperate to show him that you were his, just as much as he was yours. When you can see his face again, the black veins framing his eyes have receded, leaving just his dark eyes.
You wanted to touch him, you pull at the ropes with all your strength.
You don’t get a chance, he moves down your body once more, his head buried between your thighs in seconds.
You gasp when you feel his tongue again, you want to cry with relief.
“Oh god, Billy yes.” You moan mindlessly, tossing your head from side to side.
You tremble, hot tears spilling from the corners of your eyes, every nerve in your body on overdrive, trying to process how one person's mouth could have so much of an effect. He licks over you slowly, kissing your clit, wet sounds of his dextrous tongue filling the room.
What’s worse is the physical need for him, to touch every inch of his skin, to feel him, really feel him, and try to wrap your head around having a person to call your own.
He grips your thighs, squeezes your hips, makes you look up at the ceiling and feel the thoughts drain from your head like it’s a real, physical sensation.
He delves lower, tongue against your entrance a low groan from him as you endure the slow glide of his wet tongue against your walls, shallow, and yet desperate to get as deep into you as possible.
Your hands curl into fists, your eyes screwed shut as your shallow breaths grow loud in your ears.
You say his name but you don’t think he’s capable of hearing you, of pausing the motions of his tongue on your wet cunt.
He holds your pleasure hostage, and once more you feel the fight build inside of you.
You pull at your restraints, crying out when his tongue punishes your sensitive clit with a harsh lick, followed by tender kisses, right on your aching bud.
“I’m sorry.” You gasp, wriggling on the bed, “I’ve learnt my lesson I swear.” You say, trying to bargain with him.
He doesn’t answer, he just keeps going, hot tongue swiping over your clit, again and again, plump lips both a blessing and a curse.
He licks you for long minutes, until you lose control of your limbs, until they ache from being still, until you tremble, desperate to come.
“Pl-ease.” You draw out, voice shaking, your body begging, a roaring in your head that aches so badly you could almost cry.
Your mouth drops open when you feel two of his thick fingers press against your entrance. It hits you like lightning, and all of a sudden, you’re no longer in burning desire, but in a hazy rapture.
“Billy.” You cry, as he takes his time, working his fingers into you. You can hear and feel how wet you are, your head filling with absolute bliss, washing away any semblance of need you once had, any frustration that was being nurtured inside of you.
He keeps his strokes short, drawing out the pleasure you feel each time the thickest part of his fingers threaten to stretch the rim of your cunt, moving so rhythmically, lulling your body into a placid state. He gives you exactly what you need, filling you, licking you, delivering absolution from your burning.
You can’t feel anything except this pleasure, and a connection somewhere deep inside of you, that pulls you to him, draws you near, begs to be each beat of his heart, yearns to be each breath he takes, all paired with the feeling of his tongue lapping softly at your aching clit.
There’s a stuttering in your chest, one that you can feel pulsing in your nether regions as his pace increases. Your body gives no resistance to him, accepting him greedily, wanting more and more and more.
He’s there, giving it all to you, licking you to his heart’s content, pressing his fingers ever deeper, curling them a little, massaging the deepest parts of you, making sure you know that no one will ever make you feel like this.
You gasp in a big breath of air, pulling on the ropes still holding you firm, he lets out a low groan below you and you raise your head to look down at him.
His eyes are still wholly black, a void that pulls you in, the longer he holds eye contact with you.
Billy’s fingers hasten, and all of a sudden you’re right there, on edge again, losing any approximation of time, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you lose all semblance of sanity.
“I- I’m-” You whimper, trying to warn him that it’s all too much, that his touch is unravelling you in the best way possible.
Eyes rolling back into your head, unable to think or breathe for a few seconds, locked in a sharp stasis, balancing right on the brink of euphoria.
And then on your next breath, a release like no other. You hadn’t even realised how tightly you were wound until your orgasm washes over you. You can’t stop the sounds that leave your lips, or the very first squeeze of your cunt around his thick fingers.
One wave of bliss triggers another, and another, until you fall apart completely against his perfect, rough tongue, no hope of keeping your sanity amidst the oncoming flood of pleasure.
It takes you a moment of floating, before you can come back into your body again, only to realise that he hasn’t stopped licking you. You’re almost obsessed with the sensation of his touch, the deep press of his fingers inside of you, soft and languid, bringing you down almost as slowly as he’d lifted you up.
And then there’s the feeling in your head, pleasure swimming through your brain, tingling deep in your bloodstream, wave after wave of mindless, hazy bliss.
The ropes from around your arms and legs loosen, withdrawing, giving back the autonomy it had taken. You sigh with ease, squeezing your hands into fists, to remember how to move once more.
You can’t do much more than little flexes of your muscle, your body is too relaxed, unwilling to move.
He licks you one last time, before you feel his fingers withdraw, his mouth departing from the apex of your thighs.
His eyes are back to their regular red, and you sigh happily as he moves his way up your body.
“How was that, mistress?” Billy asks softly, his body over yours, his fingers sinking into your hair.
“Amazing, Billy, thank you.” You respond in a soft whisper.
He smiles, brings his head down to meet your lips with his.
You get a taste of yourself on his lips, and you make a sound of discomfort when his wet chin touches yours.
You press against his shoulder, breaking the kiss.
“Gosh Billy, your chin is so wet,” You complain, wiping what you assume is a mixture of your arousal and his saliva off your own chin, “We could really use a bath.”
He gives you a slow smile, a potent delight in his eyes that makes you so happy in return.
“Yes, mistress,” He agrees, sliding his other hand below your body, beginning to apply a little force to pull you up toward him.
“One bath coming right up.” Is the last thing he says before he pulls your face up to his.
His kiss distracts you, enraptures you, you hum happily against him, eyes closed and trying to ignore his sticky chin.
He dips you again with a smile against your mouth and the next thing you know is that your bodies are submerged in tepid water.
You don't startle, continuing to kiss him under the water, hands raising to grip his shoulders automatically.
You gasp when he pulls you up, and right into a sitting position on his lap.
He keeps the back of your head gripped in his palm, kissing at your cheek and jaw while you turn your head to the side with a little laugh.
You blink in surprise when you notice unfamiliar surroundings. You're seated in a moderately sized pool, right beside a beautiful open concept house. You turn your head the other way, feeling Billy's lips adapt to kiss your other cheek, noticing that the house is surrounded by thick jungle vegetation.
“Billy?” You ask, feeling his mouth kiss its way down your neck. His only acknowledgement that you've spoken is a curious hum.
“Where are we?”
“Phuket.” He says, voice muffled against your chest.
“Thailand?” You say in surprise.
His only response is another hum.
You grip his face between both your hands, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. He gives you almost the same look that he was giving you before- when he was looking up at you from between your thighs- half lidded, calm.
“Why are we here?” You inquire softly.
“Bath.” Is all he answers, leaning in to kiss your chest again.
“Are you okay?” You whisper, looking down at him, trying to figure out why there was such a spaced out feeling in the back of your head.
“Mhmm.” He replies, lips on your breast, kissing your nipple gently, “Happy.”
Happy. That’s what it was. Like a flutter in the back of your head, behind your eyes, you could tell he was drunk on his contentment.
“Why happy?” You whisper, hoping not to break into his haze.
“Happy to… provide, mistress.”
You feel a tightness in your throat, an inundation of emotion, threatening to choke you with the fierceness of it.
You tilt his head up again, looking into his glassy eyes, before kissing him with all the fire you have inside of you.
You know if you could, if you weren’t afraid of the pain of it, you would slide onto his cock right then and there.
He moans against your mouth, probably receiving some indication of where your thoughts have taken you.
Your hands smooth over his neck, down to his shoulders, fingers feeling over his collarbones.
“I’ve never swam naked before.” You say against his lips, feeling him laugh in response.
“Me neither.” He answers.
You push away from him playfully, smiling as you turn around to dip your entire body below the water, feeling the way the water moves around you. When you break the surface of the water for a breath, pushing your hair out of your face, you look back over your shoulder at him.
He’s in the same spot for just a second, before he’s in front of you, moving at speeds beyond your understanding.
You gasp in surprise, his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you against him. He lowers himself, pulling your legs around his hips, you let out a surprised gasp when his cock slots right between your thighs, tapping against your sensitive clit.
He kisses you again, mouth eager on your own, turning you and walking you to a place you can’t see, his hand gripping your damp hair, angling his head to deepen your kiss and leaving you struggling to catch up with his fervour.
He lifts you, resting your naked body on the edge of the pool, your bare ass warmed by the sun-heated wooden deck.
“Need another taste.” He says against your mouth, his tail wrapped around your thigh, gliding gently along the seam of your cunt. You gasp in amazement at his desperate display.
“What?” You ask, not understanding what he’s saying with the way you’re exposed, naked in the open air. The only thing stopping the sun from hitting you directly in the eyes is an overhead umbrella.
He pulls you forward a little, tossing your legs over each of his shoulders, muttering something that you can’t make sense of.
A quick kiss to your inner thigh and then his rough tongue sinks into the seam of your cunt once more.
His tongue moves a lot more meaningfully this time, no attempt to torment you, his only goal is tasting you.
You gasp, arms buckling from where you’re trying to hold yourself up, his tongue once more attempting to make quick work of you out in the open beside the pool.
You don’t try to stop him, or resist him, simply keeping your thighs parted so that he can have his fill of you, willing to give your demon anything he desired.
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He hadn’t stopped until you were boneless, barely able to keep your head up, almost on the brink of passing out.
It had been a really long day, and at the end of it, after he’d cleaned you up and tucked you into bed beside him, he’d hand fed you fruits while you were close to sleep.
“Thank you,” You breathe, face tucked into his chest while you chew on a grape, the sweetness of it is delicious.
His tail flicks happily against your thigh, swaying while your legs are tangled in the sheets of the bed.
“You’re welcome, mistress.” He says softly, kissing the top of your head.
You sigh, closing your eyes. You want to tell him about Dimitri, but you decide that maybe tomorrow would be better. You didn’t want to interrupt the peace right now with those stories.
Sleep comes easy, when you don’t know exactly where you are, and you don’t even have to worry about it.
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You're not sure what wakes you. If it's the lack of his heartbeat, or the coldness that seeps into your skin.
Maybe it's something else, a feeling, deep in your chest that something is not quite right.
You're immediately alert, blinking and looking around as if you hadn't been asleep at all.
You take a deep breath, let out a little hum, checking the time.
A little after one in the morning.
You look around for your demon, unable to find him.
You want to call out for him, but something in your head says not to do it.
He’s nearby, you can feel that too, in some kind of distress.
You look around for something to pull on, sighing when you can only get a hold of a satin robe, tugging it on quickly and also grabbing the folded blanket at the base of the bed and throwing it over you.
As expected, outside is cold, and you tug the blanket tighter to you, making sure it’s not dragging on the floor as you try to quietly look for Billy.
He’s not in the immediate vicinity, so you close your eyes, and you reach for him in your head.
Suddenly you feel a connection, like a tether in the air that guides you in his direction. You follow where it leads, taking you down a flight of wooden stairs, illuminated only by the light of the moon.
With the forest on either side of you, you try not to focus on the possibility of any critters showing up, not wanting to think about what you’d do if you saw a lizard.
Or worse yet, a snake.
You take a deep breath, squashing your fears, determined to find him.
The stairs take you down to a little beach, with soft blue lamps at the end of the stairs. It’s so dark here that the stars shine brighter than you’ve ever seen.
There’s a jetty, stretching out onto the open sea, and a small open air hut at the very end, with a roof of something you think is straw above.
You take your time, stepping onto it, appreciating how sturdy it is, watching a little crab skitter away as you approach.
You can see him now, his hunched figure seated on a wooden bench looking out at the dark sea.
He doesn’t turn his head when you approach, and you worry that you’re encroaching on his personal space.
“It’s cold out here.” You whisper, referring to the chilly ocean breeze that washes over you both, you sit beside him, raising the blanket to rest one side of it on his shoulder, hoping to warm him up.
He doesn’t look at you, he doesn’t say anything.
You want to speak, to say something to comfort him, but you're so caught up in saying the wrong thing that you say nothing at all.
Instead, you rest your head against his arm, breathing in the dark sea air with him.
The crash of waves calm you, rids you of any lingering worry and fear you once had.
You can feel his though, something whirring like a broken clock inside of his head, a fear he's too scared to talk about.
You take slow calming breaths beside him, pressing on that connection in your head, soothing over it like it's a knot in a muscle that you're trying to unravel.
“Hell,” Billy finally says with his voice shaking imperceptibly, “Is not hot.”
You smile thinking that this was an odd way to begin a story.
But you don't speak, you don't want to distract him, or break the cadence of his thinking or his words.
“From the second I died, I woke up in the same spot Frank had killed me in, except I wasn't really there.”
He takes a shaky breath.
“I went straight to Hell, and I stayed there for a long time.”
You raise your head to look at him, to watch him as he stares out at the dark ocean.
“My punishment was, understanding exactly what I had done, from every point of view that I had wronged. I lived through all of their lives, I felt their pain, their fear- so much fear, I watched myself kill them, I felt the helplessness of each life I’d taken. Maria, Frank Jr., Lisa, and the countless other people I’d killed- I relived their deaths, over and over again until I could only see a monster where I once saw my face.”
“I guess that’s how it starts, Hell shows you who you are, and by the time the punishment comes around, you know you deserve it with every atom in your body.”
Your lower lip trembles, sad, for your demon.
“They made me relive that night so many times, I can still feel the fear in Lisa when I found her, like lightning running down my spine, freezing my limbs in place. She was just a little girl, and I took the rest of her life from her without a second thought.”
It gets hard for you to breathe at the very thought of it, your heart breaks for the people he’s hurt.
“Maria had only ever been kind to me. She’d taken me in like her own brother without a second thought, she’d given me a home, and I’d torn hers to pieces.”
You feel hot tears slip down your cheeks, unable to speak now, listening to him.
“What would you do to a person like that? A traitor, in every sense of the word. Frank was the closest thing I’d ever had to family, my brother, my best friend, he would have died for me. How would you punish me?”
You don’t want to say it, you don’t want to speak it into existence.
You stay silent.
“I’d tell you how I’d do it. I’d give that monster hope. I’d make him believe in something, believe that he could be better, that he could change. I’d show him what being wanted could feel like, and then when he was at his highest point, just as he believes that everything he’s ever wanted could be his, I’d take it all away.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, the pain of his words is almost too much to bear.
“Is that what you think I am?” You ask softly, “A lesson to be learned? Something to be taken away from you?”
“What if you are? What if I’m still in Hell?”
“Which one are you more afraid of? That you are… Or that you aren’t?”
He shudders out a breath, unable to answer.
You wipe at your tears suddenly, sitting up.
“Billy, I can promise you that I’m a real person. I’ve lived through so much pain, and heartbreak, and loss and betrayal. It haunts me all the time. I don’t know if I’m a good person, but I definitely think I’d know if I was being used to punish you.”
“This is real, those stars up there are real, that moon, the ocean, the wind, the island- all of it is real and I’m real too, so are you and I know that because when I touch you,” You move your hand, reaching for his, “When I put my hand in yours I can feel you-” You suck in a breath, your watery vision meeting his.
“-I can feel you in my head, in my chest, under my skin and I know that you’re real because I know you can feel me the same way I feel you.”
He blinks, his hand tightening its grip on yours before he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours harshly.
A cascading ripple of desire in your head, you raise your hand to cup his cheek.
“You have to remind me.” He says in between kisses, “That I’m real, and this is too.”
You smile into his mouth, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck.
“Of course, Billy. I will.”
He sighs, pulling you tight against his chest, his cheek pressed to the top of your head.
“My mistress.” He sighs.
My demon, you think.
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You lie beside him, fingers tangled together while you look up at the stars.
He'd used his influence to get a cozy mattress onto the jetty, and you'd taken up a space in it easily after sitting on the wooden bench for so long.
The ocean makes its relaxing sound below you, rhythmic and soft, daring you to have any bad thoughts here.
“Will you tell me about… Dimitri?”
A sad smile pulls onto your face, you nod, knowing that at least your bad experiences will help ground him.
“We met at the start of college. He was a friend of my roommate, so he was kind of always around, and we just became good friends over time. I never really… liked him like that, but I guess he must have seen things a different way. He was really interested in the fact that I'd never had sex, and he always asked me about it… about my plans for losing my virginity. I didn't know at the time, but I guess looking back at it now, there were a lot of conversations we'd had that had made me super uncomfortable. I thought I was uncomfortable because I was inexperienced, but I think that those were uncomfortable situations to begin with.”
“What do you mean?” Billy interrupts.
“Well, he asked about porn preferences, and odd things like if I'd ever used my fingers- and we've spoken about the same things, you and I- but the context, the situations were totally different. I just wasn't interested in him like that, and he would just keep pushing me more and more each time.”
You shudder, remembering some of the ways Dimitri had made you uncomfortable.
“It wasn't… all bad, he really was a good friend at times, helping me out, being a real friend when I was sad, he even brought medicine for me once when I was too sick to move. But… one night we'd been hanging out, and he leaned over and he'd kissed me. I was so shocked, and I didn't really know if I'd wanted to do this with him or not, and it took me a little too long to figure it out. He was, on top of me, reaching for my jeans when I'd made up my mind.”
You pause, blinking, trying to stop the tightness in your throat.
“He got angry. He told me that I'd just been stringing him along this whole time and that I was a shitty person for making him try so hard to be my friend to get nothing in return.”
You take another slow breath, running your thumb over the back of Billy’s hand.
“It wasn't a scary kind of angry, he was just talking loudly. I just kept saying I was sorry, but I wasn't interested like that. Eventually he stormed off. But… in the aftermath, he'd made it seem to all our friends like I was some girl that enjoyed getting attention from boys, and enjoyed hurting them by making them invest time into getting to know me, only to reject them. Some of them didn't believe him, but the ones that did convinced the others to stay away from me and my roommate got so hostile that I ended up finding another place in the middle of the semester just to get away.”
Your stomach twists, not enjoying having to relive this.
“We'd been such good friends too. I could tell him anything at one point and he'd understand me, that just became another weapon used to alienate me.”
“I should have killed him.” Billy finally says, and when you finally meet his eyes, you see them red, angry on your behalf.
You let out an amused breath, followed by a little laugh. You lean in to press your face into his chest.
“Nah, killing him would be too easy. Having him live to see me happy would be way worse outcome for him. People with those kind of mindsets, well, they have ways of making their lives worse all on their own.”
He cups your cheek, his hands are warm, holding you so gently, tender in a way you've only ever dreamed of. He tilts your head up, so that you can look into his eyes.
“I'm sorry this happened to you.” He murmurs.
“Thank you, Billy.” You lean up to place a little kiss on his lips.
“And I'm so angry on your behalf, mistress. Believe me when I say that you're the only thing keeping him alive right now.”
You laugh, leaning in to kiss him again.
You toss an arm over his body, pulling yourself closer to him, his tail adjusts itself around your thigh as you move.
“Tell me something nice.” You murmur into his chest, breathing in his scent, wishing it would stick to your skin, “Tell me about your childhood.”
It's uncomfortably silent for a long moment, you get the feeling that maybe you've said something wrong.
“You can have something nice, or something about my childhood,” he makes an amused sound, “Not both.”
You groan, squeezing him tightly.
“That bad?”
“I'll put it like this, Hell could have punished me by making me relive my childhood and it didn't.”
“Oh.” You hum sadly, “I'm sorry.”
He sighs, reaching to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head back so that he can place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Don't be sorry. I'll tell you about it another time. But right now I have a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” You ask, smiling as he kisses your mouth again.
“Of course. Look.” He says, angling his head in the direction of the ocean.
It's dark, and you have to squint your eyes to focus on anything. You wait for a moment, seeing absolutely nothing.
It's just the dark ocean, and the pretty stars in the sky. You feel your eyes adjust to the almost pure darkness that you were looking at, you swear you could almost see a very subtle cloud of light in the sky that you think might be the milky way.
“It's very beautiful, Billy, I love the stars.” You state, studying them as best as you could.
He chuckles beside you, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“So cute, mistress, but I meant the water.”
You blink, confused, you look down.
Suddenly, a streak of blue lights up in the ocean quickly.
What the hell was that? You think, pushing the sheets off your shoulders to stand, walking to the edge of the jetty and looking over.
Your mouth drops open.
Like the sky, the ocean is filled with twinkling light, but it's not a reflection of the stars, but the presence of something bioluminescent in the water.
“Oh my god.” You say excitedly, kneeling on the cold wood, leaning over to see as much as possible.
Any kind of disturbance in the water makes the organisms light up for a small moment. There's a ring of cerulean around the pillars of the jetty, glittering like living stars in front of your eyes.
Another streak of blue illuminates, and you gasp in surprise. You realize that they're fish, lighting up the water as they pass by.
You sit there, hypnotized by the look of the water for a long moment. Billy steps up beside you, and drops a pebble into the water, disturbing the surface so that it glows for you.
You giggle, looking up at him, extending your hands for pebbles as well so that you can toss them in.
He uses his influence to manifest a bag of pebbles that fit perfectly into the palm of your hand.
You feel like a child, transfixed with wonder as you dig into the bag for a few stones to toss into the water.
The ocean ripples with blue light whenever you drop a stone in.
The waves look alive with lustre, and you feel so small under the stars, staring out at all of it, feeling something deep in your chest that you've never ever felt before.
You finally find a way to ask a question that has been on your mind for a while.
“Matt… said that you were trying to corrupt me. Is that still true?”
“Yes.” He says with no hesitation, making something deep inside of you pulse.
“Why?” You ask softly.
“I told you before, I want to own you, the way you own me.”
You find that your arousal is more potent than your fear.
Your lips part, hesitant to ask.
“So, h-how do you intend to do that?”
You feel amusement cascade through your bond.
He leans in, his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear.
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head, mistress. It’s all going according to plan.”
Your eyelids flutter, your core tightens with excitement.
Perhaps you should be more afraid than you actually were… but where was the fun in that?
Warnings: Dark!Billy Russo, minor talks of non-consensual acts done in part 5, smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, face sitting, tail fucking, (putting that in bold so you see it), you hear me? He fucks her with his tail. It's consensual. Do not complain to me if you miss these warnings. She sort of gets a little high at the end from his cum. Mentions of blood and violence similar to other parts.
You'd let it bother for quite some while. Ever since he confessesed it to you, you went through many confusing emotions. Shock, worry, arousal, confusion, more arousal, concern, and then acceptance.
Now, you were onto another emotion entirely.
Fury.
As you watch him, deep in thought, pondering your next logical move after the events of today, you finally decide to say something about it.
"I think I'm mad at you."
He pauses, turning to look at you with widening eyes from his spot, leaning against your dining table. He almost looks innocent, with the way he blinks once, his eyebrows furrowing immediately after.
"Mistress?" He asked with a concerned voice and your glare doesn't waver.
"You cleaned me up while I was asleep, Billy... with your tongue."
You can see the genuine confusion and concern in his eyes.
"Yes?"
Damn, you were so aroused already. You take a few steps toward him, looking up at him angrily.
"You used your tongue on me, your rough, perfect tongue on me, while I was asleep- do you see the problem?"
His eyebrows draw together just a little, deep in thought.
"I-"
"You didn't think I'd want to be awake for that, Billy? Hmm? Didn't think I'd prefer to feel it? What if I did that to you? What if I licked that big cock while you were asleep and told you all about it when you woke up? How would you feel?"
Billy gulps.
"I'm sorry?" He mumbles, eyes trailing after you as you turn away from him with a scoff.
"I can make it up to you." He offers, watching your retreating form, his stomach clenched with the need to make things right.
You sigh, "Yeah, but I won't know if you're genuine or not- there's nothing quite like the first."
"Mistress." He says, desperately.
You turn back to face him. He takes the few steps it requires to stand before you. He looms over you so easily, your stomach flips at the size of him.
When he drops to his knees, you struggle with your arousal to stay composed, though it takes everything in you not to crumble.
He takes your hands in his, looking up at you with pleading eyes and you're so eternally turned on.
"Let me make this right," he begs, kissing your fingers, "Please, I can do better."
The power he gives you, goes to your head all over again. It's just like that night, the way you want to torment him burns inside you. You raise your hands to cup his face, your thumb brushing his lips.
"Poor little demon," you whisper, watching his eyelids flutter at the words, "Wants to make his mistress happy so badly."
His eyes flicker red for a moment.
You straighten your body.
"I suppose why not? It's not like you haven't already had your taste of me." You speculate, turning away from him to head to your bedroom.
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EARLIER TODAY:
"You're being followed."
You tense up, fighting the urge to look around.
Was it the same people that had kidnapped you? Hadn't Billy confessed to killing them all? Maybe it was just some random person that had taken an interest in you.
You try to keep walking calmly, Billy's hand pressed to your back to steer you.
After a moment, you build up the courage to speak.
"What's going on?" You ask him, raising a hand to your mouth to pretend to yawn while you speak.
Billy looks around for a moment.
"Got a sense that something was off, noticed there's a car that has been following you for a couple of blocks, and three people on foot behind us that are suspicious- here- just stop to look at this flower for a second."
You do as he says, pausing to look at the bouquets lined up outside of the store.
"Oh, they are pretty." You say, distracted by the combination of sunflowers and roses.
"Yeah, they're definitely following, bad job at it too. Come on." Billy says, hand pressing into your back to guide you along.
You turn, and continue down the street.
"Where are we going?" You ask, curiously.
"There's a church nearby, you'll be safe there while I find out more. No one will think to look for you in a church if they think you're bound to me."
"Why?"
"Cause they think I can't enter. Turn here, I'll make you invisible until you go in, call for me if anything happens."
You swallow, hesitating to leave him. Your body takes on a purple aura, letting you know that you're invisible. You head up the steps to the small church, the large wooden door makes a solid sound as it closes behind you.
And then you're alone.
You swallow, studying the carving on the door. The church is so silent compared to the street outside and it emphasises how alone you are.
You turn, there's no one around you can see, but the atmosphere of the church distracts you. You study the beautiful stained glass mural at the front, light shines through, tossing a kaleidoscope of colours into the air.
The calm hush of the room calls to you, quietly asking for you to respect the space you're in.
You're entranced by the detailed design, everywhere you focus you find so much carefully thought out devotion expressed as art.
Carved marble columns, religious paintings lined with gold, you wonder how much time and effort had been put into the place.
And then you remember that Billy's existence implied there was one of higher power.
It doesn't necessarily change the way you see the world, it's not some big epiphany that comes with the realisation that God was real.
It did make you wonder about both sets of your parents.
You hadn't known your biological parents well, but you wondered where they were. Was there a heaven for them? Had they already faced judgment?
The thought makes you frown, a searing pain in your chest and the idea that you would face a similar judgement one day.
Then your adoptive parents come to mind. People who had taken you in and raised you as their own couldn't have possibly been bad enough to deserve hell right? They'd been atheist, did that automatically condemn them? Was that fair?
"I can tell you're spiralling." A voice says behind you.
You spin in fright, to find a man with a very kind face smiling at you. He raises his arms in a surrendering motion when he realises he's scared you.
He's dressed in a cassock and collar, with a shiny black rosary around his neck, a pair of red tinted round glasses sit on his nose, so darkly tinted that you wonder how he can see anything through them.
"Didn't mean to scare you," he says, "I just have a sixth sense for existential crises." He smiles.
He's very hot, you decide, with hair neatly combed on his head, and a short cropped beard, you find yourself returning his smile.
"Sorry, yeah, I just came to the realisation that God exists." You say, nodding your head in the direction of a wooden carving of Jesus on the cross.
He hums, "Well then, welcome to the club."
His words are so odd that you can't help the laughter that spills past your lips, and then you find him smiling along with you, proud that he'd lightened the mood.
"I'm Matt." He says, extending a hand to you.
"Matt? Not 'Father' or anything?" You ask curiously. You find yourself studying him closely, realising that there are some healing bruises on his cheek, and a split lip that looks to be a few days old.
"'Father' is so formal. Matt is better."
You nod, giving him your name and reaching out to shake his hand.
"Are you okay? You look like you lost a fight." You ask, concerned.
Matt smiles, waves off your concern.
"Ah, not being able to see sometimes means you fall down stairs. I'll be okay."
"Oh, I'm sorry." You say in sympathy.
"About the stairs or the blindness?" He asks with a humorous inflection in his voice.
"Are all priests this funny?" You ask with a wide smile, and he chuckles.
"I'm just trying to make you feel better, I know how confusing things can be for you right now."
You let out a sigh, nodding.
"I appreciate it. Life has been a big mess as of late... but not all bad." You turn to study the rows of flickering candles nearby.
"I imagine being soul bonded to a demon can't be all fun." He answers and it takes you a second to realise what he's said.
You turn slowly this time, mouth open comically. He keeps a kind smile on his face while you quietly lose your shit.
"What do you mean?" You say, playing dumb.
He bows his head, to hide his smile.
"Cards on the table, I can sense demonic auras. But I've never met a living person with a demonic aura, so I put two and two together and figure that you must have been bound to one... I assume against your will. Am I correct?"
"Y- yeah..."
He nods, deep in thought.
"I'm not judging. I'm in no place to do that. Though I hope you're okay, and I want you to know that if you ever need any help... I won't turn you away."
You blink at him. Was it really that easy not to judge someone?
"You're not... condemning me for it?" You murmur in a soft voice.
"Don't get me wrong, it's not something I support... but you don't seem like a bad person, just an unfortunate circumstance."
You swallow the lump forming in your throat, nodding, feeling the urge to make him understand.
"You're right. I didn't want this. They tried to sacrifice me... he saved me. He keeps me safe."
Matt nods in understanding.
"Please be careful though, manipulation is in their nature."
You blink, your head trying to come up with a myriad of excuses for Billy, a way to explain to this knowledgeable stranger that for all Billy was bad, he was working to be better.
As you open your mouth to explain, the church doors open.
It's hard to see more than his silhouette with the brightness of the sun behind him, but you know by the horns, that it's your demon at the church doors.
"I have to go." You say to Matt, turning back to him.
He inclines his head.
"Be careful." He says, before turning away, and disappearing into a room to the left of the altar.
You think about the strange conversation as you head toward Billy.
When you get close enough to make out his features, your mouth drops open in surprise.
He stands in the light of the church doors, drenched in blood.
"What the hell happened?!" You whisper aggressively to him.
All he does is give you a bloody grin.
Water pours over both of you.
You're still fully clothed, but you take your time helping him out of his bloody shirt.
Blood runs in rivulets from the crown of his head, down the sides of his face and over his torso.
He's deliciously attractive like this, and you try not to let it show as you help clean him.
Just moments ago, you were standing in a church corridor, Billy had wrapped his arms around you and teleported you right into your bathroom.
"Whose blood is this?" You ask, grabbing some shampoo to work into his hair.
He bends his large body, presenting the top of his head to be cleaned.
You take your time, working the shampoo in, lathering easily, and rinsing the blood from his hair. Out of precaution, you give him a second wash too, making sure to get every inch of his horns. He groans once or twice when you use your nails to scratch along his scalp, not paying it much mind.
"The group that summoned me is a lot bigger than I thought." He starts, as you work conditioner into his hair.
"Some of them had been watching from cameras that night, and they'd seen everything happen." Billy continues to explain.
You take a deep breath to steady yourself.
"They know where you live, but they wouldn't dare try something, not with me here."
"Should we move? Just in case?" You ask. Your little apartment definitely wasn't the safest place to be, and if it made you feel safer, you wouldn't mind getting a place with better security on Billy's influence.
He thinks about it, and after a minute, he nods in agreement.
You think about what they could have seen- you, sobbing and bound, wearing your coat and nightdress, the way you'd tried to crawl away, the way Billy had looked, naked and shrouded in smoke.
What would they do if they managed to catch you? The thoughts were terrifying.
"Hey." He says, bumping his horn into your hand to get your attention.
He raises his head, and you gulp as he towers over you.
You know what he sees, your worried expression, you wonder if he can feel the nervous wriggle of your stomach, the way you're trying your hardest not to freak out.
"I-" You try to tell him that you'll be okay but the words won't come. You look away, avoiding his eyes.
"Mistress." Billy murmurs softly.
You look back at him, his hands raise to cup your face.
"You're safe, I promise you that you're safe."
You swallow, nodding.
A warm moment as he bumps his nose against yours, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.
.
.
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NOW:
You're sitting on the bed patiently when he walks in. Though you were confident only moments before, you've gone shy now, with the realisation of what you're about to do.
Slowly, looking up at him you tug your shorts down your legs, letting him see the comfortable, white silk panties just below.
He moves closer, eyes still fixed on yours as your thumbs curl into the waistband of your underwear next.
He leans forward to stop you, his large hands covering yours, pulling them away.
"Why don't you lay back, and let me take care of everything?" Billy offers with a soft voice, and you nod, looking up at him.
You take a breath, scooching back on your bed, propping your head onto a stack of pillows that has you reclined at a 45 degree angle.
He gives you a warm look of approval, before reaching back to pull his shirt over his head.
His hair gets messy, and you fight the urge to right it, his horns poking through his hair.
You swallow, eyes trailing down his bare torso, carefully sculpted, beautifully carved, leading down to a small waist.
He's built a little like a swimmer, you think, defined in all the best places.
His knees touch the bed, you press your thighs together tightly as he crawls his way up to you. A predator in every sense of the word.
He hovers over you, large and imposing, with warm eyes and a gentle smile.
"Sure you want this?" He asks softly.
You struggle to open your mouth to speak, only able to nod eagerly.
"What are you going to do to me?" You whisper, watching his eyes dart down to your mouth.
He lets out a long sigh, eyes sparkling red for just a moment before he speaks.
"I'm gonna get you nice and naked." He breathes, "Gonna kiss your pretty skin until you're so relaxed under me that you can barely lift your head." He leans in to whisper the rest into your ear, his soft stubble scratching your skin gently, your core throbs in response to him.
"Then, I'll put my tongue on you. Lick that sweet cunt until you're crying, until you're not sure if you want to pull me closer or push me away."
He draws back so you can look into his eyes. There a place, set between your hip bones, that tingles deep inside of you.
"What about your fingers? Or your tail?" You ask.
"What about them?"
You swallow.
"A-are you going to use them on me?"
His smile grows into a grin.
"No." He murmurs, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose.
"If you want that, you're going to have to ask for it. I'm not going to fuck my tail into you without your consent." He says. The tail in question trails gently over your thigh.
Oh? Now he's concerned about your consent?
You nod in understanding, raising a hand to cup his cheek. He lets out a slow sigh, closing his eyes, savouring the feelings in his chest.
Your hand drifts, cupping the back of his neck and he opens his eyes to meet yours.
You pull him closer, you brace your other hand on the bed to push your face closer to his.
When your lips meet, it's surprisingly gentle, despite the fact that you can cut the desire in the room with a knife.
Your first kiss with Billy, your real first kiss and it's perfect, he doesn't treat it like a preamble to anything else, doesn't rush to pull at your clothes or feel your body while you're distracted. No, he cups your cheeks to keep you in place, no chance of you slipping away or breaking the kiss before he's ready.
He sighs against your mouth and you desperately take the opportunity, parting your lips to run your tongue over the seam of his.
He groans, his hands tighten on your face for just a second, before his mouth parts, eager to slip his tongue against yours.
You make a small sound of delight, his tongue just a little rougher than normal, tangling with yours in the best way, a sharing of your breaths that feels more intimate than anything else.
Your hand drifts higher, into his hair, all the way to the lovely dark horns sprouting from his head.
From the first graze of your fingertips against his horn, he lets out a long groan, the sound vibrates against your lips, desperate and brazen and begging you.
It's you that has to finally move, slipping your hand from his hair, grabbing one of his hands that cup your cheeks and guiding them down to the edge of your shirt.
His fingers curl around the fabric absentmindedly, moving only the way your hand guides.
You push his hand up one side, until the shirt can go as far as possible, and then you reach for the other side of your shirt.
He breaks the kiss finally when the shirt is tucked under your breasts, his other hand moves from your cheek to where your hand is, pulling your shirt up, and off your body.
The air kisses your cool skin and you can't help but shiver.
You're bare beneath it, and you watch Billy's eyes shine red, tucking the edge of his bottom lip into his mouth to bite down on it.
You reach up, smiling as you use your thumb to untuck his lip, leaning forward to bite down on it yourself.
The sound he makes is downright unhinged. You almost giggle and if you weren't nibbling on his bottom lip you definitely would.
He pulls back, letting his lip slip from between your teeth, pushing you until you fall back against the pillows with wide eyes.
He kisses your lips one last time, then the corner of your mouth, over your cheek, the edge of your jaw to the spot right below your ear.
"Let's not forget why we're here, Mistress," he says into your ear, his tongue slipping out to graze the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise at the pleasurable feel, "My tongue."
How could you forget? It's not as if you could stop thinking about his tongue from the moment you licked over it a few nights ago.
He kisses down the column of your neck, before taking his time, licking all the way up.
God, that feels so nice, the ache between your legs can no longer be sated from being pressed together. You wriggle, and he leans back to give you the space you need to wrap your legs around his hips.
Your ankles lock behind his ass instinctively, and when he smiles, leaning back in to continue his exploration of your chest, you feel his stiff erection right against your centre.
You gasp, rocking your hips a little, chasing the feeling that grinding your clothed pussy against him gives you. You wriggle, whining when the pressure isn't exactly in the right spot, only to feel his tail, work its way between your thighs to press right against your clit.
You gasp, body arching at the pleasure that fills you. His tail making micro movements against the gusset of your panties, relieving the ache.
You relax, sighing as his tail sates you for the moment, his lips resuming their careful exploration, kissing over your chest, followed by the swipe of his tongue over your skin.
He gets to your breasts, kissing them softly, suckling the stiff bud of one breast between his lips before switching to the other.
He's so gentle, you feel a pull low in your stomach, begging him to just take you.
Fuck, if he was smaller, you'd be begging for him to try, but as of right now, you were still daunted by the size of the erection pressed against your thighs.
His hands push your breasts together and you groan, with his tail rubbing over your slit and his rough tongue dancing over your nipples and you feel just about ready to cum.
"Billlyyyy." You sing his name, he chuckles against the soft skin of your breast.
"Mistress," he murmurs, "I'd appreciate your patience while I explore your body. It's not every day that one gets to explore his willing charge."
You groan as his tongue snakes from your nipple to your neck.
"You're being mean." You gasp out, one hand drifting up into his hair.
"I know. Isn't it fun?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
He continues kissing over your skin eagerly.
You let the need take control of you, reaching up to grip one of his horns, you pull him up for an eager kiss, putting all your feverish need into it.
He makes a sound, one of surprise and disapproval of interrupting his exploration.
"Please, please, please." You murmur hotly against his mouth, licking over his lips and feeling his tail press more firmly down on your clit in response.
"Stop teasing me." You beg finally before pulling away.
"Or what?" Billy challenges and you finally understand how truly demonic he can be to you.
But maybe you had a little bit of torment inside you too.
"Or I'll get someone else to do it." You hit back.
When his eyes flash red this time, you know it's anger and not lust. His jaw clenches, he takes a sharp breath. He lets some of the anger out on his next exhale.
His eyes remain red, as his mouth turns up into a smile.
"You're adorable, mistress." He say, leaning in to speak right into your ear in a soft voice.
"But if you think I'd sit by and let another touch you, you're in for a surprise." He leans away, hands drifting down your body until they settle on the waistband of your underwear.
"Because you're mine. Just as much as I am yours."
With those final words, he tears your panties away from your skin.
You're not surprised by his actions, only complaining to him that they were your favourite pair, watching him smile up at you before leaning down to kiss your stomach.
His hands are firm on your skin, daring you to try and move. He grips your hips as his lips trail down your stomach and over your thighs. You let out a sharp cry when he grazes his teeth against your inner thigh, his tail moving to circle your other leg, holding you open for him.
You watch him, as his eyes land on your dripping centre. You watch the way his mouth parts, the way he runs his tongue against the edge of his teeth as he looks at you.
"Fuck." He says suddenly, and you can't help clenching at the low, guttural way the word leaves his lips.
You let out a shaky sigh.
"Please." You beg, voice trembling in desperation.
His eyes flit up to yours, eyes a dark red, barely noticeable, but yet still so distinct.
He doesn't speak, dropping his head to kiss your slit.
You let out a soft hum, enjoying the way his lips feel, and then making another sound of approval as you feel his tongue for the first time.
His first proper lick makes you gasp loudly. His tongue is just rough enough that you feel where every part of it rubs against you.
He's gentle as he licks you, and when he touches your clit, you cry out.
It almost feels like too much, and in the pleasure of it, you try to squeeze your legs closed, but you're unable to do so with his tail and his hand keeping your legs wide.
He presses his tongue flat on you, shifting his head slightly so that it feels good, but not nearly enough.
He groans, pulling back for a moment to speak.
"You taste so good, mistress, I could do this for hours."
His lips close around your clit for a brief moment, before he focuses the tip of his tongue right on that spot. You jerk in bliss, your thighs tremble.
"Billy. Billy. Please. Please." You beg.
With his tongue on your clit, you hear him let out a short laugh.
"Yes? Is there something you need?"
Fuck. How could he play with you at a time like this?
"You. Need you." You gasp.
"Me?"
Without thinking, you reach down and gently take one of his horns in your grip.
When he stops moving, you look down at him in concern that you make have crossed a line.
Instead, he looks at you with so much heat in his eyes that it floors you.
With half-lidded red eyes, he reaches for your other hand, wrapping it around his other horn.
"You better hold on, baby." He says, leaning down to continue licking you.
His slick tongue probes you, exploring your cunt in ways you've never felt before.
Your grip on his horns tighten when he starts licking into your entrance and over your clit at a steady pace. You let out a prolonged cry of his name, feeling your body tremble as the pleasure overtakes you.
He moans, the vibrations send tingles over your body, the wet sounds of his tongue on your cunt adding to the pleasure.
You hold his horns securely, back arching involuntarily as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.
Tears spill from the corner of your eyes. You pull on his horns to keep him close though you try to fight the sensations by attempting to close your legs. He doesn't let you, keeping you wide open for him instead.
His tongue speeds up, swiping over your clit repeatedly, he circles his tongue on you. You can't help the pitiful sob that leaves your mouth.
You cry his name, he doesn't stop.
You tremble violently when you cum. Your body spasms and shakes but you can't control any of it because you're too lost in the bliss to focus on anything else. Like molten lava spreading through your veins, sending scorching hot pleasure through your body, your clit throbbing as Billy continues to lick you softly through your orgasm.
You pant, struggling to catch your breath with the onslaught of bliss, absentmindedly realising that you've been gripping his horns harshly- you release them suddenly so that he can move away if he wants.
He doesn't budge, continuing to lap at your dripping pussy until you whine from the overstimulation.
His lips are shiny with your arousal, eyes like rubies as you watch his tongue swipe over his mouth.
You swallow, body tingling at the sight of him, aching for more.
"Can I-" Your voice cuts off, shocked at the absurdity of the question you were about to ask. More? You wanted more? How could you possibly ask him for more after he'd given you so much already?
"Mistress?" Billy asks curiously with a tilt of his head, his eyes reverting back to his natural dark hue.
"Nothing. It's nothing. Thank you Billy." You say, sitting up.
He reaches out to stop your movement, hands on your shoulders, thumbs circling your skin.
"Whatever it is, you can ask. I'm here to serve."
"That sounds awful." You say with an apologetic twist of your mouth.
He grins, leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
"Let me put it this way, if I didn't want to... I wouldn't."
You swallow, nodding.
"I want... more." You whisper, unable to meet his eyes.
"More?" He echoes.
You nod shyly.
He cups your face between his hands, angling you up to meet his eyes that have gone right back to their crimson colour.
"More of my tongue? Or something else?"
"T- tongue." You whisper so softly in hopes that he doesn't hear.
"Would you like to try sitting on my face?"
Your eyes widen.
"What?" You ask, perplexed, your body warming with the thought of sitting on his face, gripping his horns for leverage while he-
"I'll take that as a yes." He says suddenly, flipping you both until you're seated on his adonis belt. You gasp in surprise at the sudden movement, and then groan as your bare center rubs against him.
His hands smooth over your thighs, to grip your hips.
"Are you sure?" You ask him cautiously.
"I'm sure if you are." He agrees, and you don't hesitate any longer, shuffling your way up his body. When you lose your balance, he grips your hips tighter to hold you securely.
Billy is aching below you. He wants another taste badly, he's almost impatient to feel the weight of you on his face, the way you'll moan and buck your hips for him while he gets another taste of you.
He waits, he's calm through your hesitation, reassuring when you freeze.
"It's okay, I want this." He murmurs below you.
You take a slow breath in as you make contact with his face.
Billy groans below you.
"Oh shit-" You say, moving to raise off of him, "Did I hurt you-?"
He groans again, hands tightening on your hips to pull your weight back onto his face. You gasp when his lips seal around your clit, distracting you from your worries of crushing him.
"Oh fuck Billy." You cry.
His tongue is deliciously amazing, coarse and gentle, working into an eager pace. You can't help reaching down to grip his horns, a move that gets a moan of approval from the demon below you.
His tongue traces circles, careless patterns of pleasure that guides you into rocking against his face involuntarily, panting his name on each breath.
"So good Billy, please, I need you so bad." You praise, rolling your hips onto his rough tongue and feeling the dizzying pleasure take control of you. He's everything you've ever wanted, your deepest desire come to life and when he kisses your clit, you can't help jerking in surprise at being brought up to the edge so suddenly.
He doesn't stop, swirling his tongue, plunging it as deep into you as he can possibly get, hands gripping you tight so that you can't even think of pulling away.
When gripping his horns is not enough, you allow one hand to delve into his hair, tangling the strands between your fingers before tugging.
His hands squeeze down impossibility tighter and in the moment, you realise both your bodies are communicating the same thing; don't you dare pull away from me.
The thought alone is euphoric, that he's happy to be exactly where he is, and with a few more ruts of your clit against his tongue, your body tenses, muscles spasming as you cum hard for a second time.
You barely have any faculties left to help you stay upright. Your body relaxes without your permission, and you allow yourself a space for your body to hit the bed.
You try to extricate yourself from him, but he only growls, grabbing your legs to spread them apart so that he can continue licking your pussy.
You let out a harsh cry, his tongue avoids your clit as best as possible, and you realise as an afterthought, that this is him cleaning you up just the way he did a few nights ago.
When he's done, he raises his head to find you looking at him with glassy eyes.
"Need you." You gasp out, and you keep your eyes on him as he crawls into the space beside you.
You bury your face into his warm skin, your body still sending wave after wave of pleasure down your spine.
His hand is soothing on your cheek, thumbing at the glistening tears there.
If you had any reservations about asking for what you wanted, it's completely gone from you now.
"Want your tail. You- you said you could- you said I just had to ask-"
"Shhhhh, easy, take a deep breath."
"No," you fight, "I need you now. I feel so empty Billy. I've never felt this empty before."
He lets out a slow breath.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you what you need."
You hum in appreciation, hooking one leg over his hip, spreading the other eagerly. Open thighs for your demon to fit his tail into you.
"I should open you up a little on my fingers." Billy suggests, and your impatience gets the better of you, but when you open your mouth to protest, you catch sight of his tail and pause. The widest part of his tail is about the width of three of your fingers, and you know it would hurt a little to take that much into you.
"Okay." You whisper, meeting his eyes, a little daunted by the acts you were about to undergo, yet too desperate to stop now.
His large hand covers your pussy, his middle finger makes contact with your entrance. Your breath freezes in your throat at the delicious sensation of him rubbing your entrance.
"If anything hurts, you stop me. Okay?"
You blink, eagerly nodding your head.
He gets his finger nice and wet with the abundance of your arousal before he sinks his first knuckle into you. You gasp in a deep breath, tilting your hips up in a silent beg for more.
Billy is meticulous, careful, as he works his middle finger right into you, you barely feel any pain at all.
When he reaches all the way in, and you can feel him so impossibly deep inside of you, he pauses.
"How does that feel?" He asks, eyes trained on you. You turn to look at him, desperate eyes on his warm ones.
"Feels s'good."
"Yeah? What about when I move like this?" He asks, bringing his lone finger out and then pushing it slowly back into you.
You cry out, head falling back, eyes squeezed shut. He doesn't stop his slow movements, and you find yourself rocking your hips in time to his movements.
"It's not enough." You whine, "I need more."
"Okay, this may pinch a little bit, take a deep breath for me."
You do as he says, and in the exhale, two of his fingers probe your entrance.
He's right, two of his fingers pushing into you does pinch, and when you gasp in pain, his hand freezes.
"I'll stop." He says, beginning to withdraw his fingers from you.
"No please," you beg, "I need it, please Billy, I want to."
You hear his gulp, and feel as his two fingers attempt to push into you once more.
This time, he takes it even slower, allowing his fingers time to get wet with your arousal, before fucking them into you. You whimper, desperate and eager for the feel of his fingers. It makes you feel so full, in a way you've never felt before.
"I'm gonna open you up on my fingers." He whispers hotly in your ear, his voice sending shivers of bliss down your naked body.
"I'm going to stretch my mistress' tight cunt, until I can fit my tail in. Can you guess what I'll do next?"
You gasp, turning to look into his vermillion eyes, unable to say a word as his fingers do just as he says.
"That's right. I'm going to fuck you with my tail. Make you cum on it, maybe I'll make you clean your own cum off of my tail, kiss you so that I get the taste."
You squeeze your eyes shut.
"Maybe I'll flip you on your stomach and fuck my tail into you from behind. Maybe I can keep you stuffed full with it. Give you an idea of what my cock could be like."
Your breath hitches, you writhe beside him.
"I think you're ready for it." He whispers in your ear, and you think you are too.
He withdraws his fingers, and then something too familiar is working its way in.
Incoherent, your mouth opens wide to take in more air. His tail feels different than his fingers, thinner at the top, and only a little wider at the base. You clench around him eagerly, hearing him groan as he pumps his tail into you.
"I can't tell you how much I think about this. How often I've touched myself to the thought of being inside you." Tears spill onto your cheeks, you realise that you can feel the rough bumps on his tail rubbing against your inner walls, amping up your pleasure.
He starts slowly, but when he feels how eager you are, his pace increases.
You sob more, unable to form a single thought in your head past the pleasure if you tried.
You reach for him, grabbing onto the first thing you can reach- his wrist- and squeezing tight.
Billy leans closer, so that his lips brush your ear.
"I know, I know it feels so good. I can feel your pleasure- did you know? I can feel how mindless you are. It's a good thing you don't need to think. All you need to do is cum."
Your nails claw into his skin, he chuckles, his thrusts growing harsher.
He readjust his angle slightly, and a sound of pure bliss leaves your mouth.
"You feel so good, and you taste even better and you're all mine, mistress."
Your breath stutters in your throat, his tail slows it's pace, prolonging your pleasure, sliping in and out of you so calmly now, still touching every desperate part of you.
He reaches up, his fingers sinking into the pliant skin of your jaw, and tilting your head so that you can look into his eyes.
More tears leak down your face, as his tail continues to take its time fucking into you so sweetly. The pleasure burns inside you, scorching hot and sears ecstasy into your mind until you can think of nothing else but him.
He looks down at you, drinking in your expressions, feeling your pleasure in the back of his head like a light going off- some big realisation happening inside of him as he gives you what you crave.
"In truth," Billy utters, "I want to own you."
He feels you clench around his tail.
Your breath stutters.
"I've found myself tied to you for a very long time. I'm at your mercy. At your service. Anything you want, I provide- and the concept of it makes me so fucking angry."
You blink, trying to focus.
"Bill-" You start to say but his palm swiftly covers your mouth, and you huff through your nose, raising a hand to cup his, not attempting to pull him away just yet.
"Not angry at you, angry at the entire system that put me here in the first place." He looks away, and after a few moments he confesses, "You're the one thing that's good about this."
He looks at you again, and then leans in, moving his hand out of the way so that he can press his lips to yours. His tail stills inside of you, pressing in deeply, you try to focus- to return his kiss- but when his tail shifts upward, you let out a sharp cry against his lips as he touches an incredibly sensitive spot inside of you.
Your body shakes, your eyes widen in shock.
"There it is." He says, as if he was looking for this spot inside of you all along.
Too desperate for the pleasure, you open your mouth to speak.
"If it's ownership you want, then it's yours." You say, watching his eyes flash bright red for a second.
"Own me."
A low sound leaves his chest, and then his mouth is on yours again, and his tail begins to fuck you earnestly.
You cry out against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to delve his rough tongue into your mouth. Your breath catches, feeling absolutely consumed by him, fucked by his tail, invaded with his tongue until there's nothing left that you wouldn't give.
"Prove to me that I own you," he murmurs against your lips, "and cum for me."
You nod eagerly, as his tail moves faster. He dips his head to lick against your neck, one hand trailing down to press one of your peaked nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
You shudder. Your body no longer feels like yours- only a toy for him to manipulate whichever way he likes.
A loud sound breaks past your throat, you tilt your neck to give him more place to work. His lips continue to suck and torment at your shoulder, until you feel the pleasure of his touch grow to be too much for your body to contain.
You entire body pulls taut, one hand grips the sheets, the other holds his wrist, your breath lingers in your chest as you stop breathing.
Your back arches off the bed when you come.
It's like some large explosion going off in your head, your vision goes white, pleasure sparks down your spine, and your very thinking unspools as your orgasm moves through you.
You're gone for a moment, floating somewhere very far away, unable to get back to your body no matter how hard you try.
"Shhh, relax, mistress, I've got you." You hear him say, and you allow yourself to float peacefully, with the knowledge that you're cared for above all else.
When you come to, you're pressed tightly against him. You take a deep breath, your vision swims for a moment before it focuses. His tail, now clean, is wrapped around your thigh, you cunt tingles and aches, throbs in bliss at being used so well.
"How long was I out?" You ask him.
"Couple of minutes, that's normal." He says in an attempt to reassure you.
"How did you- I've never... come that hard before."
Billy hums in acknowledgement.
"You should expect a lot more of that." He says, and you feel your body pulse with excitement.
Your limbs feel heavy, your breathing slows, calmed by his closeness.
"I didn't make you cum." You say after a few moments, feeling his hot erection through his clothes, pressing against your thighs.
"That's alright, it'll go away."
You frown.
"That's not what I want." You challenge.
"No?" He asks.
You fight the exhaustion, sitting up, and turning to look at him.
"No." You say, leaning down to kiss him.
He hums against your mouth, and then stiffens in surprise when your hand drifts downward to cup his straining erection.
"Want you in my mouth." You say decisively, reaching for the button of his pants to undo it.
You get his pants off with only a little difficulty, and then tug his boxers off too. He doesn't do much more than shift his hips when necessary, to get them off.
And then it's just you and his cock.
Big... too big.
He'd never fit all the way in your mouth, you may have to use your hands like you've seen in porn, but you're determined, eager to feel him come undone below you.
You pause, looking up at him. He looks flushed, propped up on his elbows to get a better look at you, eyes and cheeks tinted red until you're sure he's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Even his chest is coloured with an undertone of pink, flushed and eager for you.
Precum dribbles from the head of his cock, large and mouthwatering and before you lose your nerve, you lean forward.
He hisses when your tongue makes contact with the tip of his cock. Salty precum coats your tongue, your eyes meet his as you savour his taste.
His lips are parted, the sheets clenched in his fists on either side of his body. You smile at his reaction, leaning down to kiss his cock.
He groans, low and primal and you get the idea that he's barely contained, ready to rip at the seams at any given moment.
You think about all the amazing things he's done for you, and you don't hesitate to suck the smooth tip of his cock into your mouth.
He fills your mouth easily, you press lower until you're at your comfort limit. You can hear his shallow breathing above you.
With a new thought in mind, you raise your head.
He looks at you, and you look at him, and before he can utter a word of question, you reach for his hand, gently running your fingertips over his clenched fists before pulling at his wrist.
He releases the sheets and allows you to pull his hand up until his hand is cupping the back of your head.
"Can you help me?" You ask softly, and his eyelids fluttering while he blinks is the only indication that he's heard you.
You give him a gentle smile, sinking lower once more.
It's slow and deliciously sinful, he keeps a steady hand on the back of your head while you suck his cock, enjoying the delightful sounds he makes.
When you feel confident enough, you wrap your free hand around his cock and begin stroking him to the slow pace of your mouth.
"Fuck, you're so good at this- I don't deserve it." You hear him say, which makes you raise your head to speak.
"Of course you deserve it, Billy, you're such a good demon for me."
He closes his eyes with a groan, and you let out a breathy laugh, dropping your head once more.
You keep going slowly enough, until your jaw starts to ache, something you hadn't realised would happen.
You do your very best to ignore the ache, trying to focus only on the taste of his veined cock and smooth tip.
You begin to move faster, keeping the pace of your hand in time so that you can pleasure as much of his shaft as possible.
"You're amazing mistress, fuck."
Billy's head tips back, gasping for air as pleasure assails his senses. Your mouth on his cock had been everything he'd ever dreamed of and hoped for. The inside of your mouth was soft and hot and your tongue- holy fuck your tongue was going to kill him.
Worst of all was when you took him a little too deep and you gagged a little around the head of his cock. He could feel your throat contract around him, it had made him feral to own you. He'd resisted thoughts of gripping your head and fucking your mouth, saving the filthy thought for later, knowing that he'd get everything he wanted in time.
Billy's eyes roll back in his head, he's so close, all because of you, and your sweet smiles and your perfect mouth and he couldn't get enough of you if he tried.
"Close." Is all he can find the strength to say, and then he feels your efforts double down.
He groans when he feels you speed up, and you're desperate and eager to feel him explode in your mouth that you hyperfocus only on his cock.
You feel his abdomen tighten, and the muscles on his thighs contract, his hand holds fast to the back of your head.
There's a low groan, and you take his cock all the way into your mouth as he comes.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to make yourself as comfortable as possible as waves of his cum flood your mouth.
You swallow as much of it as you can, but inevitably, some slips out of your mouth.
You pull up with a gasp when his cock stops pulsing, looking up at him and finding his head tilted back, his chest heaving.
You can feel something warm settle in your head, a fog that relaxes you, soothes your soul, and you can't help the need to clean all of his cum.
You take your time, licking his shaft, seeing him raise his head to look at you in surprise as you begin cleaning him up. His cock hasn't softened at all, and you moan in delight, swirling your tongue over his tip to catch the last bits of his cum.
"I think I love the way you taste." You murmur, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He takes your chin into his palm, tilting your head up to look into his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asks softly, his eyebrows drawing together in concern.
"Yes. Your cock is massive and delicious." You try to explain.
He sighs, tilting your head from side to side, examining something you can't see.
"Your pupils are blown wide." He comments, concern lacing his voice.
"Can I kiss you? Are you one of those guys that doesn't like to be kissed after a girl sucks you off?" You ask as if he hasn't spoken.
The corner of his mouth twitches, amused.
"You can kiss me anytime you please, mistress."
"Yay!" You cheer, leaning up to press your lips to his.
You moan into his mouth, kissing him softly, savouring the way your naked body feels sliding against his.
"I'm not afraid of you." You whisper aloud in realisation, that this is probably the most intimate you've ever been with another person and having him here didn't scare you. You knew he wouldn't try anything, or force you in any way, that you could just be you, without needing to guard yourself from him.
His hands trace your spine, squeezing gently at your body when the exhaustion finally hits.
You huff out a sigh, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, rubbing your cheek against his stubble every now and then.
You head is still hazey, and you're not too sure why, but you don't focus on it at all.
"Your cum tastes amazing," you mumble sleepily to Billy, who has tilted back on the bed to allow you to rest on his chest while you drift off.
"So you've said." He hums.
"I need to taste you again when I wake up." You sigh against his chest, feeling his hand pause for a moment while rubbing your back, only resuming his soft motions when you make a sound of complaint.
You lick your lips, feeling his tail wiggle it's way to wrap around your thigh, smiling softly as sleep overtakes you.
Billy had never had a mistress before, definitely not one he was attracted to. Yet he had the sneaking suspicion that his cum had drugged you in some way. No one had mentioned that being possible, and he racked his brain to remember the last time he'd been sucked off.
Nothing came to mind.
Had the last time he'd been treated this way really been when he was alive?
He swallows, figuring that eternal damnation definitely didn't intend to come with blowjobs this good.
You shift in your sleep, muttering about peaches, your breasts are fitted snugly against him, and he sighs in bliss. He can feel the soreness in your jaw through his bond, and he rubs your jaw softly, his fingertips glowing purple as he soothes your ache. The ache you had from sucking his cock.
He pauses, thinking for a second that he should have left your jaw sore- a reminder to you that you had him in your mouth, but then guilt fills him- he didn't want you in any pain.
Billy blinks, wondering about his feelings, and not surprised at the conclusions he comes to about himself.
Oneshot? TBD. Maybe I'll use this storyline to practice writing smut.
Warnings: possession, Billy Russo
Word Count: 800ish
“This is not how I expected being possessed to go. Not that I ever gave it a whole lotta thought, but if I did, this wouldn’t be it.” You stare into the mirror, watching as the black clears from your eyes.
You’re tellin’ me, the demon grumbles.
“Hey, this is on you. I didn’t ask to be possessed.”
I tried to possess literally anyone else. It didn’t work.
“It’s not my fault you have performance anxiety, dude.”
I’ll have you know my performance is just fine. Or it would be if I had my own body.
“Why don’t you just leave and go back to hell? Start all over again.”
I am not goin’ back to hell. I just need some time to figure this out, is all.
“Well you’re in my head and I don’t know how well we’re gonna work out, considering you sound like a guy and I’ve got tits and all that.”
I noticed. The bastard sounded smug about it.
“Hey! Keep your eyes to yourself!”
I can’t help what you see, princess.
“Don’t call me that, asshole. I have a name.”
You haven’t told me your name. How am I supposed to know?
“Oh, my bad.” You tell him your name and he repeats it to himself.
I’m William Russo, but you can call me Billy.
“I would say it’s nice to meet you Billy, but it really isn’t. I’m going to have to ask you politely to leave. Please.”
Not gonna happen, sweetheart.
“Don’t call me that either. If you won’t leave on your own, I’m going to have to make you leave.”
The demon-Billy chuckles in your mind. Go for it, baby.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Enough with the pets names and wipe the smug look of your nonexistent face. I’m a quick learner- well maybe not that quick- but I’m not stupid and I’ll figure out how to exorcize you if it’s the last thing I do!”
I guess I’ll be here for a while then. How long do you humans live these days?
“I’ll figure it out. I will, Billy. Just wait and see.”
Okay, darlin’. I believe you.
“That’s still a pet name. We need to come to some sort of agreement on all this otherwise we’re gonna drive each other crazy.”
Speak for yourself. I’m already insane.
“That is not reassuring to hear at all, William.”
Just bein’ honest. What’d you have in mind?
“Uh I haven’t thought that far. Gimme a second.” You take your time and think. If Billy can see what you see and feel what you feel, this could get awkward fast. How could you go to work if he was constantly chattering?
I do not ‘chatter’.
“You could hear me thinking?” You ask with a start.
Every word.
“Can you please not do that?”
I’ll do my best, doll. No promises.
“Okay, so we need to have some ground rules with this. I gotta work and it’s gonna get distracting if you’re in here causing problems. And who the fuck even says doll anymore?.”
I’ll try not to distract you at work, but I’m not gonna be silent for 8 hours-
“12 hours. Most of my shifts are longer than 8 hours.”
Shit. Yeah, no I won’t be silent for that long. I’ll get bored and you don’t wanna deal with me while I'm bored.
“I don’t want to deal with you at all,” you complain.
What’s next?
“You can’t look when I’m showering or getting dressed or doing anything like that.”
I can’t really help what you see.
“Are we like completely sharing all my senses?”
Mmm not completely. I gotta focus to get past sight and hearing.
“At least that’s something. I guess I’m showering and changing with my eyes closed from now on.”
I’ve been in hell for God knows how long and you’re gonna deny me the first good view I’ve had in years?
“Don’t be a pervert.”
I prefer the term ‘lecher’.
“That really isn’t much better, Russo.”
I may be a demon, but I’m still a man.
This is why I’m gay, you think to yourself.
You’re gay? I can work with that. We both like women, we got somethin’ to talk about now.
“I am not talking about women with you, Russo. Look, I’m exhausted and I want to go to sleep. This whole possession thing has been draining.”
Fine by me.
“Glad I have your permission, William,” you say sarcastically as you shuck your clothes, eyes squeezed shut. You slip on your pjs and practically sink into your mattress.
This is a real comfy bed. Much better than what I had back when I was human.
“Thanks, now please stop talking and let me sleep.”
Good night, love.
“I’m not your ‘love’.”
Good night, William.
I wonder if I’ll be able to watch your dreams.
“Oh my God just please shut up!”
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