Kinktober Day 27 - Fuck or Die
BOGO stories! I figured since it's already the 27th for me I'd post this one earlier than normal. ^^; Enjoy!~
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When Barbatos first called you in the middle of the night, you were a little unhappy. You had a big exam the next day and you knew you’d catch hell from Lucifer should you get a bad mark. But the moment you were told there was something wrong with Diavolo, you immediately shot up.
You barely got yourself dressed without making a racket, booking it out the door of the Hall of Lamentation. A few of the brothers tried to stop you, an excuse shouted their way as you left. The prince’s butler met you at the gate, walking briskly down the halls.
“I did not expect this to be happening so soon,” the demon told you, tail swishing behind him impatiently. “And I do apologize for the inconvenience, but–”
“I appreciate the call Barbatos,” you interjected, finally coming to a stop outside Diavolo’s room. “I appreciate you respecting the fact that I’m his partner and want to know what’s going on and if he’s okay.” You gave the butler a sad, but patient smile, still not fully understanding the circumstances that your beloved prince was under.
“That’s precisely why I called you actually,” Barbatos informs. He’s slow to open the door, the room dim save for a few candles here and there. “Young master? I’ve brought MC, for you.”
The room is filled with a heady scent that you can’t quiet place. It belonged to Diavolo, sure, but you only could catch it during your more…intimate moments with him. Your beloved is on his bed, blankets, pillows, and sheets strewn about.
The demon snaps his head to look at the both of you, pupils dilated down to a slit against his golden irises. You see one of his wings twitch as you approach cautiously. “This is a very delicate time,” Barbatos informs you. “We experience these instances every few years in the Devildom. We mate or we die.”
The words hit you like a lead brick as your face contorts with concern. Your head whips back and forth between Diavolo and Barbatos. “Then…I need to help him,” you say resolutely. You kneel at the young prince’s bedside and let your palm caress his cheek.
Diavolo is quick to take in your scent, and you watch a bit more clarity come to him. “MC,” he purrs, voice low and slightly distorted. You’re hauled onto the prince’s bed, immediately coming to straddle his hips. Clawed hands are gentle as they begin to disrobe you.
You can hear Barbatos announcing his departure, stating he’ll return with food and water before slipping out of the room. You watch the door for a moment before a low growl pulls your attention back to the demon beneath you. “Please…” your beloved sighs, rocking his hips up so his already naked member rubs against your hole.
You nod, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. He’s feverish and sweating, and you feel as if you don’t have much time. Your hand shoots for his bedside table for the lube you knew was there from previous ventures, flicking open the cap and spreading a generous amount on your lover’s member. “I need you to go slow Dia,” you tell him softly. “I’m not prepped yet, okay?”
You can tell he understands by the way he takes your wrist and licks it gently. You smile and slowly start to lower yourself onto him. The stretch burned something fierce, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You noticed the way his hands shook as he held you, forcing himself to let you go at your own pace.
Only once you were fully seated, hips to hips were you abruptly pulled down so your chest was rested against his. “M i n e,” Diavolo growls, as he slowly pulls out of you before slamming back in. You cry out in pleasure, your lover’s member hitting your sweet spot dead on. It was borderline overwhelming, but you did your best to keep a level head.
Despite his evident haze of arousal, you could see the young prince trying his best to restrain the beast inside. Thankfully for the both of you, this was certainly not your first rodeo with the heir to the throne. Your body quickly adjusted to his girth and you gave him a knowing smile.
“Go ahead Dia, let go.”
The time you spent with him was a blur. Every word of praise, of ownership, of adoration was music to your ears that made pleasure buzz along your skin. You were bitten and bruised but in the most beautiful of ways, a claim made across your skin in purples and reds.
You were drawn back to consciousness by a wet sensation along your inner thigh. Your bleary eyes open and flick down to the demon between your legs. Washcloth in hand, Diavolo gives you a sheepish smile.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he tells you, voice clearer and just above a whisper. “But I owed it to you to at least get you cleaned up.” A soft chuckle comes from the prince as a glob of cum oozes from your hole beyond the plug that was put in place. You only shiver and shake your head, smiling fondly.”
“So long as you and Barbatos gives me a better heads up, I don’t mind being fucked to hell and back.”
