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Thinking about Adrian getting railed by a demon...

As a creature of the night, a demon, you abhorred daytime. There’s many reasons you can list off to explain why you do; the sun stings your eyes, it leaves you with less places to hide, it becomes noisier and livelier… But recently, you’ve found reasons to enjoy it. Like the way the sunlight that streamed through the kitchen window made Adrian’s hair look like spun gold as he threw his head back with a cry of pleasure. A pleased purr rattles in your chest, and you suck another bruise into the pale skin of his inner thighs. The pale pink on his face traveled down to spread over his chest and shoulders in a full-bodied blush.

Your half eaten lunch lay somewhere on the other end of the table, not that either of you needed to eat, though Adrian was insistent you did. He’d also complained about doing these things in the kitchen, but he’d melted into your embrace the moment you scraped your fangs over the skin of his throat. Your clawed hands part his legs more, red eyes fixing on the erection resting on his abdomen. The precum drooling from the flushed tip glistens in the light, and you drag your tongue over the length of his cock to collect the bittersweet droplets. Adrian gasps your name, a hand wrapping around one of your horns to steady himself.

There’s a small tug before his hips tilt pointedly, and your lips curl smugly. “So impatient,” You murmur, lowering your face to lick at the pink hole being presented to you. His groan is echoed by your pleased hum, and you hook his long legs over your shoulders. One of your hands strokes his cock in time with the laps of your tongue, and you hear his heavy breathing turn into broken moans between quick pants. You allow your tongue to lengthen inhumanly and thrust inside him, making him stretch around the girth of it.

“Oh god!” Adrian chokes out, thighs threatening to close around your head— not that you’d mind in the slightest.

Your laugh is muffled against him, and you let up for only a moment, “Not quite.” You tease before your tongue is swirling around the rim of his asshole. You watch it clench around nothing, wet with your spit and loosened by your tongue, and a fierce hunger makes your trousers grow tight. An irritated growl spills from your mouth as you fumble with the lacings on the front of it, and you curse how easily you’d given into Adrian’s wishes for you to be dressed all the time.

“Come here.” You hear Adrian’s breathless voice call, and you give his hole a small lick before rising to your feet. You shoot him a weak glare, and he smiles amusedly as his hand slides down to cup your cheek. His irises are a thin ring of gold around the blown darkness of his pupils, and his chest heaves with his excited breaths. His other hand easily undoes the laces of your trousers, and your dark wings twitch at the relief.

His fingers ghost over your length, thoroughly coated in your own arousal and more than ready for him. Adrian tilts his head up for a kiss, and you press your mouth against his as the head of your cock brushes against his entrance. You swallow his moans as you slowly sink inside, his walls clamping around you. You can’t help the way your wings spread at the sheer pleasure, and you vaguely hear how they knock something over.

You slowly draw your hips back, flicking your tongue against the extended fangs of your lover, and thrust back inside with a sinfully wet slap. Adrian pulls away from the kiss, head tipping back with a strangled groan that resembles your name. His ankles lock behind your back, and you thread one of your hands into his long hair while the other guides his hips to meet your powerful thrusts. You bow your head to suck and nip at his pale skin, admittedly obsessed with the way he looks with your marks. His arms curl around your neck, and his fingers massage the spot between your feathered wings as a familiar swelling begins at the base of your cock.

You moan against his skin, and his entire body shudders at the feeling of precum and slick spilling inside him. It’s nothing but a small fraction of what was to come once your knot settled inside him, and he would take it without complaint. His hole squelchers and drips with your fluids as you fuck into him, ruthless and hungry. The wooden table creaks and groans under your combined weight, and you absentmindedly reconsider your faith in its strength. It wouldn’t be the first piece of furniture you’ve had to replace because of your love making, but you knew Adrian would be mildly annoyed that you’d broken the dining table.

You begin to slow the rolls of your hips, however much it pains you, and Adrian’s legs tighten around your waist. “Don’t stop,” He quietly pleads, and you immediately kiss his collarbones in apology for ever making him believe such a thing. Worries for the table cast aside, you double the strength of your thrusts, delighted in the way he pulls you closer.

You love him, you really do. You can’t bear the thought of ever leaving him, of abandoning or betraying him like the others had. You didn’t understand it in the beginning, but now you do. Slipping a hand between your bodies, you pump his cock in your fist to match the pace you’ve set. His precum makes it slippery and easy, and he gasps when you swipe your thumb over the tip.

“Love you,” You quietly murmur, pressing your forehead against his temple. Adrian turns his face, his nose bumping against yours, and the infatuated expression on his face makes you feel warm. His bruised lips part—

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Your entire body tenses at the voice, and your feathered wings immediately wrap around Adrian’s body to protect him. Your lips pull back to bare your sharp teeth at the man standing in the doorway, and a growl rumbles in the back of your throat. Adrian clenches around you at the noise, and you ignore the pleasure to the best of your abilities. The intruder looks utterly shocked, his eyes wide in disbelief while a whip — blessed, you immediately notice — lays slack in his grip.

Adrian shifts in your embrace to lock eyes with him from over your shoulder. “Belmont,” He greets dryly, looking annoyed. You stare down at him in surprise when he readjusts his legs around your waist, heels pressing against your lower back to keep you nestled inside him, the beginnings of your knot pressing against his rim. “Fuck off while we finish up, will you?”

Oh.

You watch as Belmont slaps a hand over his eyes and blindly runs, calling out to his companion to stay in the carriage. Your attention is brought back to the dhampir in your arms when he hooks a finger under your chin to turn your face towards him. “I thought I told you not to stop.” Adrian whispers, and a pleased grin spreads over your lips.

You’ll make him scream so loud that the Hunter and the Speaker will know what a grave mistake they’ve made.