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Summary: You are of royal blood, having chosen to leave home and your sworn responsibilities for a much, simpler life. Hiding for years as one of Asgard’s servants, the second prince of Asgard has taken interest in you being his primary target for his mischief and chaos; However, his behavior seemed to take a drastic turn when he has found out about your true identity. Perhaps this could be his ticket for gaining a throne after all! He just needs to convince you to marry him and forgive his constant years of teasing and torment.
Rating: R (with pending dark elements)
Note: the wonderful @darknessawaits28 had helped me RP a handful of the chapters to help solidify a skeleton for this piece and i couldn't be more happier of how it turned out!!! Thank you my love!!
Summary: You are of royal blood, having chosen to leave home and your sworn responsibilities for a much, simpler life. Hiding for years as one of Asgard’s servants, the second prince of Asgard has taken interest in you being his primary target for his mischief and chaos; However, his behavior seemed to take a drastic turn when he has found out about your true identity. Perhaps this could be his ticket for gaining a throne after all! He just needs to convince you to marry him and forgive his constant years of teasing and torment.
Rating: R (with pending dark elements)
Note: the wonderful @darknessawaits28 had helped me RP a handful of the chapters to help solidify a skeleton for this piece and i couldn't be more happier of how it turned out!!! Thank you my love!!
Loki looks after the stray kitten you took into the tower.
chapter 1 of the Spot chronicles | tSc masterlist
Wordcount: 2471
Pairing: (eventual) Loki x avenger!reader
Warnings: kitten urine and defecating 💀 i'm sorry, germophobes, litter training, "your plush of a god is suffering", Loki is not immune to loving Spot
A/N: my cats are the main characters in my life, why not let them take over Loki fic too? there's a rough plan i have for future parts of this, for now i thought it'd be fun to just let part 1 go into the world, let me know if you enjoy it!! <3
and of course, we can't get into this without a thank you to the real life "Spot" for inspiring me, you're famous to me, you devilish sweet girl, ily and thank god you can’t read because who knows what kind of trouble you'd cause then.
dividers by cursed-carmine <3
“Would you be down for some cat sitting?" You muster up your best puppy eyes, batting your eyelashes at Loki as you intercept him on his way to the elevator.
“Cat sitting? Why– I do not– What?” Loki narrows his eyes, searching your face. “Did you hit your head? There’s no cat.”
“There is now!” You hold up your kitten in front of Loki’s face. “This is Spot. I thought it was appropriate to name her that ‘cause she’s got all these cute spots on her coat. Anyway… You’d just have to make sure she uses the litter box.” You smile at him.
Spot’s tiny back legs dangle awkwardly as Loki scans the little creature. She looks around curiously then blinks at Loki before you cradle her to your chest in a more comfortable position.
“No. I’ve prior arrangements to take care of. Get somebody else to do it.” Loki says coldly, trying to walk around you and avoid discussing the matter further.
“Everyone else is busy with the meeting we’re having!” You whine, clutching Spot tighter. “And they said she’d be a distraction there.” You grumble sadly.
Being glued to Spot’s side for the past few days really did a number on you. She’s the sweetest, cutest thing in existence, adorably chaotic and funny as hell with her behaviour. You never want to be separated from her but unfortunately, you do have responsibilities.
Loki sighs, pausing his steps, then slowly turns around to meet your gaze again.
“I’ve been gone for two measly days and somehow meanwhile you’ve acquired a feline from who knows where and now you expect me to take care of it as if I’ve got nothing better to do.” Loki frowns. “I’m sorry, darling, but this sounds like your problem.”
“I feel manipulated,” Loki scowls as he stands in your room with his arms crossed. He looks exactly like the sulking god he is but since he agreed to do this, you forgive him.
“Please Loki, she was on the street! And I don’t want her to go away. Tony said if she has one more accident on the carpet I have to get rid of her!” Your bottom lip trembles and before you can stop it tears gather in your eyes.
“That wasn’t my intention, I’m sorry. You can ask for a favor after this.” You scratch behind Spot’s ears before you move to the cabinet where you keep her food.
Loki perks up at the mention of favors but tries to hide it under a pretense of this whole thing being a nuisance. He very much had plans before this, he was definitely headed somewhere and not just walking around the tower hoping to run into you. Since that would be pathetic. And he’s not. He’s a god.
“Food’s in here.” You open the cabinet door, revealing way too much food in it considering you got a cat a few days ago. Admittedly you went a little overboard since you got so excited when you found a kitten. Loki doesn’t mention how it looks like you stocked up for weeks.
“This is her eating area.” You shut the cabinet and point to the bowls next to it; one for her food, one for her water, set neatly on a rubber mat with a paw print pattern. “You can feed her whatever, she’s really not picky.”
“Alright,” Loki nods pensively.
“Her litter box is in the bathroom. Oh and you should watch her closely. If she does a squat that means she has to go. She’s not very good at getting there on time yet.” You list everything you think is important since you’re not sure he’s ever looked after a pet and Spot definitely requires extra attention since she's still so little.
“Anything else?” Loki grumbles, already tired of all the instructions. He’s a god, he can handle this pitiful creature just fine, thank you very much.
“You can play with her.” You shrug, watching as Loki walks towards the side of your bed until his foot kicks something across the floor. You don’t react to the noise of the object, used to cat toys littering your bedroom floor these days. “And don’t go through my stuff. Please.” You add quickly, too aware of certain things he could find out about you… like your feelings, if he happens to dig through your things. And you'd rather that doesn't happen.
Loki squints at the object on the floor then eyes you. It’s like he didn’t even hear what you said. “You did not.” He says evenly, bending down to grab the cat toy that’s been abandoned on the floor after a play session with Spot.
“Huh?” You furrow your eyebrows, curious about what he’s talking about. When he straightens, a little plushie version of him dangles from the end of the string of a cat wand. “Oh!” Realization washes over you. “Yeah so she ripped the original ball that was on it apart. I had to get creative to fix it.” You explain, more than a little embarrassed that you didn’t think to hide that particular toy.
“And the natural conclusion you came to after that happened was to use a plush of me?” Loki punctuates the question by waving the wand around dramatically. The sound of the bell on it draws Spot’s attention away from chasing her tail. She runs over to Loki, eager to play with the… plush Loki in all his green suit glory.
“It was what I had on hand!” You defend yourself, hoping that the heat that’s quickly rising to your face isn’t visible externally while Spot jumps in the air trying to reach the toy that's way too high for her to get to.
“Why would you even have that?!” Loki exclaims, dropping the wand and in no time Spot’s scuffing it up, wrestling it as if it’s a matter of life or death.
“No reason!” You blurt, avoiding eye contact briefly.
You seriously should’ve hidden the damn plush of him.
“How’d you get it?” Loki squints at you in suspicion. You purse your lips, unsure how to answer his question. What's worse? The truth or a lie? What would be more embarrassing?
On second thought maybe you can give no answer at all.
Loki stares at you, waiting for you to break but you don’t give into the pressure of the silence. There’s no way you’re admitting your friends got you the plush toy as a gag gift because they found out you had a crush on Loki… and then you actually kept it.
“This is ridiculous! I am not a chew toy!” Loki exclaims, drawing his own conclusions since you won’t offer an explanation.
“But she loves you! Look!” You gesture at Spot still having the time of her life playing with plush Loki on the floor.
“She is chewing my face off!” The horror on his face almost makes you laugh and forget about how flustered you feel.
“Okay okay, look, just make sure she does her business in the litter box and feed her if she hangs around her bowl. I’ll be back before you know it!” You repeat and leave the room in a rush before Loki can change his mind.
Loki stares at Spot a few more moments before he clears his throat loudly to establish hierarchy. Spot stops what she's doing and looks up at him startled.
You'll tell Loki you like him soon…
“It looks like you've been acquainted with me… I am Loki. Of Asgard.” He upholds a cold, regal tone of voice.
Spot stares at him. To her he’s but a man albeit an odd one. She can sense Loki isn’t quite the same as you but can’t fathom what or who he really is.
“I am a god therefore you will not pee on the floor around me or scuff my face any longer, is that clear?” Loki narrows his eyes at Spot, but before he can even properly finish his demands, Spot's back to fighting the plush version of him.
He scowls at the sight and sits on the bed, looking around your room.
While you are the only person in the tower who is on good terms with him despite all the mischief he causes, he still wouldn’t deem the two of you close enough to spend time in your chambers.
Yet here he is. Alone…
Hopefully your meeting will be over fast and Loki will be on his merry way out of here and away from your disrespectful feline. He wanted to spend time with you, not the scornful thing you took in.
He wants to busy himself with something like reading a book but he suspects you wouldn’t be happy if you found out he didn’t actually keep an eye on Spot so he accepts his fate, watching his beautiful plush face being bit over and over by sharp canines.
After some time Spot gets bored of the plush. Loki celebrates the little victory of his likeness not being tarnished any longer but soon finds himself regretful as Spot starts to run around the room, wreaking havoc, knocking over anything she possibly can and hiding behind furniture just to run out from it then doing it all over again.
Loki would’ve appreciated some warning about how energetic Spot is. He scolds the creature when he deems she will hurt herself and tries to make her calm down when he notices she’s panting, completely out of breath, yet it only seems to spur her on more.
Spot runs over and starts playing with the string of a hoodie that’s discarded on your armchair. “Stop that,” he grumbles when he catches up with her, reaching to swat her paw away. Spot doesn’t back down, swatting his hand in return, understanding it as some kind of game.
“Spot!” Loki finally uses his stern tone, reaching his wit’s end. He’s surprised when it works and Spot stills completely. He lets out a sigh of relief as she walks a few feet away from him. It seems like she has calmed down and is going to sit down… Except she oddly hovers above the floor and her expression looks…
That’s the moment he realizes what's about to happen.
“NORNS ABOVE, NO! YOU NEED TO BE CIVILIZED!” Loki quickly grabs Spot and runs to your bathroom. He doesn’t reach the litter box yet when the insolent thing starts to relieve itself into his hand, the pee quickly trickling off it and down onto the tiles.
Loki remains gentle when placing Spot into the litter box despite the feeling of disgust he feels from the sensation of cat urine hitting his skin. He wasn’t aware that discovering new, unpleasant things was still a thing after turning over a thousand years old but leave it to your feline to change that.
After he's sure Spot's good, he finds a cleaner, spraying it over the tile and removing all evidence of the accident from the bathroom floor, lest you find out about how your beloved creature humiliated him.
Only as he's washing his hands does he realize he could've used magic to clean up the mess.
“Never in my life, in all my bloody years, have I been humiliated so. You are never to speak a word of this to anyone. Not to Thor. And especially not to her.” Loki grumbles as he soaps his hands for the third time.
He’s not sure if complaining about it makes him feel any better about being humbled by something so much smaller than him but he thinks it best to make it clear to the feline that what happened today is staying between them and the bathroom tiles.
While he’s wiping his hands dry, suddenly Loki’s nose is invaded with the most unpleasant scent he’s ever smelled. Frankly, it makes him want to retch.
“What in the wretched hell is that woman feeding you?!” Loki pinches his nose together.
Spot jumps out of the litter box and starts grooming herself. The little arsehole didn’t even bury her business like a lady. She just left it out in the open. Loki clears his throat. She looks at him like he interrupted something important.
“Don’t think you should cover that up, do you?” Loki scoffs.
As Loki has quickly gotten used to, Spot doesn’t react to his words at all and instead goes about grooming the other side of her little body. He rolls his eyes and waves his hand, burying the stuff with a spell, refusing to deal with it further than that.
He is a god after all and definitely not a god who cleans cat poop out the litter box. That is beneath him.
“Come now, I reckon we’re done here.” Loki announces, walking out the room. This time Spot excitedly follows and runs straight to her eating area while Loki closes the door to keep the persisting stench out.
“Made space in your tiny digestive tract, have you?” Loki raises an eyebrow at Spot who’s circling her bowl. “Very well.” He hums on his way to dig through the food cabinet. “Let's see, what have we here… Beef? Or chicken? Perhaps Miss Spot is craving some fish? Salmon, hm?” He looks through the various flavors of cat food.
Spot meows as if she understands what Loki is saying and agrees with it at the mere mention of salmon. That’s when Loki realizes you probably have a habit of talking to your kitten. Strangely, that warms his heart. Even if Spot did essentially desecrate him today.
He scoops some salmon cat food into the bowl. Spot gobbles it up right away, purring, awfully satisfied with the chosen flavor. After her belly is full she finally settles down, curling up on the floor while Loki decides to lay on your bed and conjures a book, figuring you won’t mind if he makes himself comfortable. For the time being the little creature is keeping still and he plans to make use of the downtime.
Ten pages later, Spot joins him on the bed. At first she decides to lay down a good distance away from Loki and he continues to read. Another few pages and she curls up right next to him, with her back resting against Loki’s side, causing a little pang in his heart.
No, no, no. He will not be fond of a creature that has pissed on him.
Loki stares at Spot. It doesn’t seem like she will move anytime soon. With a good amount of hesitation, he very gently pets her head, just to see how it feels. No other reason. And Spot starts to purr from his touch.
“Damn it,” he sighs, acknowledging he’s as good as gone.
Just like you, he may be developing a soft spot for Spot.
A/N: cats, am i right? reader returns in the next chapter. feel free to leave any thoughts, i'd love to hear them!
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Human Male Space Marine/Hulking Female Alien Ally
Additional Tags: Xenophilia, Figuring Out How to have sex with monstrous partner, Gentle Sex With Creature Capable of Extreme Violence, monster makes cute non-human noises when aroused, Friends With Benefits, Casual Sex, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Size Difference, One Shot, Complete
Summary:
In Waelon’s opinion, fielding integrated human/gikon squadrons was one of the only good ideas the idiots among the top brass had ever had. A pride of four to six gikon sisters working together with a squad of fifty human marines meant both groups took fewer casualties on ground campaign.
Not to mention the eye candy. In their downtime the gikon tended to sprawl around camp in nothing but their own fur; tawny and muscular like lionesses at rest, if lionesses were bipedal and ten feet tall.
Heyyyyy check it out I wrote a fun and sexy monsterfucking exchange fic!
✦ Pairing: Curtis Everett/fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~4k
✦ Rating: Explicit
✦ Warnings/tags: plus size!reader, demon king!Curtis, Curtis is like 250 cm/8,2 feet, Curtis has horns, kidnapping, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, belly bulge, dirty talk, cum marking, pet names (lamb).
✦ Summary: For Lloyd, that meant more work and less play, and he was not happy about that at all. So he devised a plan to ease the king's temper.
✦ Note: Is this among the dirtiest things I've written? Probably... but it was so much fun! If you like it please reblog it. Comments and asks are always welcome!
✦ I don't keep a taglist, but you can follow @veltanawrites and turn on notifications to get notified when I post something new.
Masterlist | AO3
The demon named Lloyd looked on with dismay as the Demon King threw yet another of the lesser demons into the abyss of no return. It wasn't that Lloyd disliked the king’s actions. No, it was just that over the course of a thousand years, since the king had been betrayed by his then betrothed, his patience with mistakes had grown shorter, and the number of lesser demons in the realm had started to dwindle.
For Lloyd, that meant more work and less play, and he was not happy about that at all. So he devised a plan to ease the king's temper. If there was one thing Lloyd knew, it was that the king needed to get laid and to have someone to care about. Despite being the ruthless king of the demon realm, Lloyd had been there when the king and his betrothed were together, and the king showed a softer side, and a more even temper, back then.
But another problem was also that, since the betrayal, the king had refused to consider an alliance with any of the other factions that inhabited the demon realm. So Lloyd had done the only thing he could, and looked to other realms, close to the demon one.
No demon alive today had been there when the veil between the realms had been thin enough to pass through regularly, but many attributed that to the demon's humanoid bodies. The fact that humans and demons could mate and produce viable offspring both Lloyd and the demon king were living proof of.
And as such, the demon Lloyd looked to the human world. And he found you.
You stand still just inside the door to the apartment you share with two other people. The air is suffocatingly hot outside, and you looked forward to the cool air inside as you walked home. Except your roommates are having a party, with the windows wide open for people to smoke from. It's as hot inside as outside. You're already sweating through your shirt, blazer, and skirt, and you want to take a long, cool shower, but not when there are twenty other people in the apartment.
You make your way through the throng towards your door, happy that you locked it before going to work. Some of your things have started to disappear lately. Inside, with the door locked once again, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s a tad cooler in your room with the blinds pulled and the window closed. You turn on the fan and stand in the breeze while taking off your clothes and throwing them in the hamper. No reusing those for another day. You need to do laundry too, if you want to have something to wear to work at the end of the week. Exhausted, you lay on the bed in just your underwear, limbs spread, waiting for the fan to cool your heated skin.
Everything seems to crash into you all at once. Your shitty work day, your stealing roommates, the never-ending tirade of chores, the unbearable heat you won’t be able to escape until winter, and then the apartment will be freezing cold instead. Tears run down the side of your face. Also, there is a gaping hole in your chest from feeling lonely. There are only so many romance books a girl can read before starting to long for that kind of connection of her own, and you really want a connection like that. You just want someone who cares about you and wants you, despite all your flaws.
“Is that really too much to ask?” you say out loud to no one in particular.
“Of course it’s not,” a voice answers, startling you up from your bed. Standing by your desk is a man, dressed smartly in well-fitting clothes with a mustache that could be from an eighties porno, with his hair combed back. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy your roommates would hang out with.
“Who are you?” you ask, voice trembling with fear, throwing your arms up to cover your exposed chest as you back as far away from him as you can, but in the small room, you don’t get far. You’re sure you locked the door behind you. The man must have been in your room before you entered, hiding somewhere, and now he’s going to rape and kill you. The music is blaring from the party. No one is going to hear you scream. You eye the door, but you have to pass him to get to it. The window is not a quick escape since it’s closed.
“I’m Lloyd,” the man answers, and you realize just then how tall he is, a good bit over two meters. “And I’m here to take you somewhere better.”
You’re frozen stiff. “No,” you manage to press out.
“I can assure you that no harm will come to you, if that eases your mind,” he says, and you notice that his eyes seem to be unnaturally blue, almost glowing.
“What?”
“You will not be harmed, you have my word.”
“I don’t understand,” you say, more tears are running down your face now. The man is clearly insane.
“There is no need to cry, you will have a much better life than whatever this is,” he says, looking around your room with clear distaste. “I guess humans like their earthly belongings, so if it makes you feel any better, we can take all of it with us.”
Then he holds out his hand, “Come on, let’s go.”
But you don’t move, you can’t, fear is gripping your chest so hard you can barely breathe.
When he takes a step closer to you, your body suddenly switches to flight mode. With a burst of adrenaline, you go for the door, needing to try at least to save yourself. You feel an arm band around your waist, and the world turns upside down and somehow also inside out. It’s like you're on a roller coaster for zero point one second, screaming as you drop down into nothing, before you’re suddenly in a room again, except it’s completely different from before.
“What in the actual fuck,” you say, before throwing up.
Demon king Curtis stalks through the winding corridors of the ever-changing castle on his way back to his room. He needs a drink and to not see anyone else for a good long while. All day, he’s spent dealing with emissaries from the nearby realms, trying to negotiate trade deals so his people can continue to thrive, but all their offers involve some kind of marriage, and he is not doing that. He shouldn’t even be in those meetings. It’s Lloyd’s task to manage that, but Lloyd claimed he was busy. Whatever the fuck that means.
Think of the demon, and he shall appear, Curtis thinks as he nears his room, because waiting outside is Lloyd, with one of those shit-eating grins that can only mean trouble.
“What have you done now?” Curtis asks, irritation thick in his tone.
“Only what I deemed necessary.”
“That can’t be good, then.”
“We’ll see,” Lloyd’s smile widens, and then continues, “There is a present waiting for you in your room, and I hope it will bring you much joy.”
After staring at Lloyd a moment longer, Curtis opens the door with some trepidation. A present from Lloyd could mean anything, literally, and he isn’t sure he would like any of it. To his surprise, he finds a woman standing in the middle of the floor. A red band covers your eyes, while a soft robe drapes your body, tied at the waist. Curtis can feel the nervousness radiating off of you, and you jump when he closes the door.
Walking up to you, he takes you in more carefully, noticing that without a doubt, you are human. It’s an odd present coming from Lloyd. A human woman. But he also can’t help but notice how the robe hangs off your voluptuous body in a way that makes his mouth water. Even if it’s Lloyd’s doing, Curtis is king for a reason, and a present never comes without an ulterior motive.
“Who are you?” Curtis asks, and you jump again, before stuttering out your name.
“What are you doing here?” is his next question.
“Your… friend, Lloyd, was in my apartment. He brought me here. He said you needed a… companion.”
“And what’s in it for you, human?”
You swallow.
“I don’t know. No work? No chores? I won’t be lonely anymore.” Curtis can sense no lies in your words. “And Lloyd said that… that you’d bring me pleasure.”
Curtis can’t help but give a small laugh.
“And what if I just kill you instead, human?”
You stiffen even more, if possible.
“Lloyd said I wouldn’t be harmed,” you manage to answer, voice tight with fear.
“Did he now. You’re under his protection?”
Curtis glances back at the door, and for a second, thinks of calling for the other demon to make him explain, but if he knows Lloyd right, the demon is already gone.
“I guess,” you confirm.
Curtis muses on that for a moment. It’s not that he wants to hurt you or kill you, but he is big even by demon standards, taller than Lloyd, and his touch could break your bones.
“He gave me a ring,” you hold up your hand and show Curtis a black band around your middle finger. “He said it would protect my body, make it strong enough to withstand whatever you’d want to do with me.”
Now, the faint smell of arousal rises from you. You clearly don’t know what's good for you, but that only makes Curtis want you more.
“And what else did Lloyd tell you about me?”
“That you’re the demon king, ruler over this realm, and that you’ve been alone for a very long time. And that you won’t hurt me.”
Curtis hums and reaches for your face, dragging his finger over your cheek, but you don’t flinch or pull back. The fear coming from you actually lessens.
“No, I won’t hurt you,” he promises. “Remove your robe for me, my sacrificial lamb.”
With surprisingly steady fingers, you undo the knot and let the robe fall open, revealing your body that he’d only guessed at, and it’s far from disappointing. As the robe floats to the floor, Curtis takes you in, now only covered in a bra and underwear. Your breasts will fit perfectly in his hands, he knows right away, and his face will fit just as well between your plush thighs. With all your soft curves on display, there is no keeping Curtis’s cock from hardening.
That a human would undo him is hard to believe, but you seem to be removed from the politics of the demon realm, and therefore, he decides to take a chance and accept the offering given to him. You’re here because you don’t want to be lonely, and Curtis is quite fed up with that himself. It’s been a long time since he felt lust as he does now.
He lets his finger go up to your blindfold.
“Let’s get this off so you can see what the king of the demon realm looks like, before I take you to bed, lamb.”
He slips it off your face, but your eyes are squeezed shut.
“Are you sure my face won’t melt off when I see you?”
Curtis chuckles, “I’m quite sure.”
The light in the room is not bright, but your eyes still take some time to adjust from being closed. When you finally see the demon king, you have a hard time taking it all in.
He looks human-ish, except for his height and the horns on his head. They sprout from his forehead, curving back over his skull and the short buzz, before curving back up and slightly forward again, sharp points pointing upwards. It just adds to his height, and he is the tallest person you’ve ever seen, and you thought Lloyd was big. He is best described as massive, with thick, broad shoulders and a wide torso left bare to reveal hard muscle beneath a scattering of dark hair.
After you took a bath and got new clothes, Lloyd had been kind enough to conjure a picture of the demon king while he explained everything, and you thought Curtis looked good then. But up close, he's gorgeous, and so big your knees feel weak from both nerves and arousal. So what if the majority of your romance books on the shelves had monsters in them?
“Hi,” you manage to croak out.
He smiles, and you're relieved that he doesn't have sharp teeth; neither does he have claws or cloven hoofs.
“Hello, my sacrificial lamb,” he reaches out his hand, and you take it. His skin is much warmer than a human's, but not uncomfortably. With a yank, he pulls you into his body, right into his bare upper body.
You look up into his face, and his eyes glow with the same eerie blue that Lloyd’s did. Power and strength radiate from him, but you're not afraid. This whole thing is crazy and fucked up, but if you don't take it at its word, you're going to drive yourself insane.
Therefore, to calm your mind, you place a chaste kiss against Curtis' skin and tell yourself it's going to be alright. Strong hands close around your waist, and you're suddenly lifted. A shriek escapes you because you've never been lifted before. Sure, some dudes have tried, but it mostly ended with them grunting with failure and you feeling miserable. Curtis does it effortlessly. He only says, “Come up here and do that instead,” with a wicked grin.
As you're face-to-face with him, you realize he is even more gorgeous up close. You wrap your legs around his body, and he holds you with one hand on your ass, while the other grips the back of your neck.
A low rumble seems to come from Curtis' chest.
“Your ass fits perfectly in my hand, it's like you were made for me, my lamb.”
You stroke your hands over his face, feeling the scruff of his beard, making his rumble louder, which you think means he likes it. The grip on your neck hardens, and a second later, he's pressing your mouth against his.
He's not shy about kissing you in any way; he knows what he wants, and he takes it, opening your mouth, exploring with his tongue, which is human-like, if a bit more pointed. You wind your arms around his neck, holding on as he starts walking towards a bed that is bigger than any you’ve seen before. But you're not surprised since Curtis is so big. He sits down on the edge with you in his lap, straddling him, and the unmistakable feeling of his bulge presses right into your cunt.
You want to blame the fact that it's been a long time since a man touched you, and that's the reason why you're already so horny and wet. But it's not. It's everything about Curtis. The way he feels, smells, and tastes. And the way he handles you like you weigh nothing.
Experimentally, you grind down, and when Curtis moans into the kiss, the whole room seems to vibrate with it. You find you need to ask an important question, though, before this goes any further.
“How…,” but you feel a little embarrassed at asking. He raises an eyebrow.
“How is it gonna fit?“
A slow smile creeps up his face, his thumb caressing your cheek.
“Don't worry, my lamb. I will make it fit.”
That shouldn't turn you on even more, but it does. Your eyes flutter for a moment as a moan unbidden falls from your lips. With a growl, Curtis flips you onto the bed, then tears the bra and panties from your body, leaving you naked and exposed.
“Does my lamb like that idea?” he asks as he kneels between your spread legs. But he's not looking at your cunt, he's keeping eye contact with you as he picks up your foot, kissing your ankle. You have a hard time forming words, even thoughts, so you just nod as he moves higher up your leg with kisses and licks.
“Do you want me to force my demon cock into your human cunt? Want me to watch as you struggle to take it?”
Ashamed, you hide your face in your hands before nodding again.
“I'll have to thank Lloyd for finding the filthiest little lamb in the human realm for me,” he chuckles. His kisses stop in the middle of your thigh, and you peek from your fingers to see why.
Now his gaze is glued to your exposed cunt, his chest heaving heavily, the grip on your leg hardening. Without looking away, he commands, “Clench.”
For a second, you're confused, and then you do what he wants, clenching the muscles in your vagina. As you do, more wetness leaks out.
“I'm going to enjoy ruining that wet cunt after I've feasted on it,” he says, letting go of your leg and lying down on the bed.
His massive hands spread you open, but he's not hurting you; he's careful with his touch, you can tell that, despite your mind being overrun by lust. The moment his mouth lands on you, all thoughts go out of your head, though. There is only the feel of his tongue and lips, exploring all the most sensitive parts of you. His eyes are closed, and there is a content, constant hum coming from him. You try to keep your eyes on him, because he looks divine nestled between your full thighs, but he's doing things you've longed for, and it's hard not to sink back into the bed and just let him do what he wants until you break.
He suckles on your clit, using his tongue to play with it, before sliding his mouth down and pressing his thick, long tongue into your channel, over and over again, driving you insane with pleasure.
You're scrambling for something to hold onto. The sheets on the bed aren't enough, and you want to touch him, but you're not sure you're allowed to touch his horns, and you're not coherent enough to ask. But still, your hands creep down your body, itching to feel him, and before you know it, your hands close around the ribbed surface of the horns, right as he does something devilish with his mouth, and you use the grip to pull him even closer and grind against his mouth.
He looks up at you, and your eyes meet for a second. Your chest rises and falls, but he doesn't look mad.
“It feels so good,” you say, almost pleading, even though he's giving you everything.
He hums in response, because he can't talk with his mouth so closely pressed to you, before continuing like before.
When a thick finger slides into you, searching, then finding, there is no way for you to hinder the orgasm crashing into you. With a strangled cry, you come around Curtis' finger and against his mouth. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure envelopes you until the only thing you feel is the point of contact, where his finger is still working you over, and his tongue plays with your bundle of sensitive nerves. And he doesn't stop, even when it starts to become too much, and you whimper instead. When you try to push at his head and move away, he simply pulls you back.
For every orgasm after that he pulls from you; you get more delirious, but something is missing. Even with two fingers in you now, fucking you in times with his tongue, you want more.
“Curtis,” you plead, again, “I need more!“
He pulls back, kissing your cunt one last time, before sitting back on his knees. His mouth and chin are wet with you, and he licks his lips as he undoes his pants.
Curtis’ cock is, well, it's a monster, bigger than anything you've had before, bigger than your toys, and fucking gorgeous. You're scared and aroused at the same time. His massive hand closes around it, stroking it a few times, and precum leaks freely from the tip. At least it's one; you've read books where the main male characters have had two, and you're not ready for that yet.
“The ring will protect you,” Curtis says, his voice tight, clearly holding himself back. “It will only be good for you. Now turn over, on your knees, head down.”
You do as he says, nervous energy fluttering in your chest despite your previous orgasms.
Curtis places a steadying hand on your ass, and you take a deep breath as you feel the nudge of the big cockhead against your opening.
The ring might protect you from splitting in two, but it doesn't take away the feel of the delicious stretch as Curtis pushes into you. Your body somehow gives, and there is no pain, only pleasure. He takes his time. You can hear him breathing heavily behind you, and if you look over your shoulder, his eyes are fixed at the point of connection, watching your body swallow inch after inch of his cock, until he bottoms out with an almost painful groan.
He leans forward and grabs one of your hands, guiding it in under your body and pressing it up against your soft stomach, until you feel what he wants you to feel—the bulge of him.
“It fits perfectly, my lamb. You're filled to the brim with me now.”
“I- I love it!” you confess, and you keep your hand there as he starts fucking you, feeling the bulge in your belly over and over again. His heavy balls slap against your exposed cunt with every thrust, and it's so sensitive from previous orgasms that you're quickly on the brink of another again.
“I feel you, lamb, pulsing around me. Are you going to come with a demon's cock in your tight cunt?”
“Yes, Curtis!” you answer with a moan.
Suddenly, you hear him spit, and cool saliva hits your skin, right against your asshole. A moment later, Curtis' big thumb enters you there, too.
It's simply too much for you. You come like you've never come before, cursing and screaming, losing all strength in your body. Your arms and upper body lie limply against the sheets, drool seeps from your mouth, as Curtis continues to fuck you. It's a miracle you can stay on your knees, but you do it for him, because it continues even after, the pleasure he brings you over and over again never stops. It could be the fact that you're in a whole other realm, or it could be because of Curtis, or maybe both. He's unstoppable, pulling many more orgasms from you, until your head is empty of any other thoughts than that of his touch. But finally, it's his time too.
The walls of the chamber rattle and shake the louder his moans get, things fall from shelves, and you hear glass breaking somewhere. With an inhuman growl, he flips you onto your back, and then he comes inside you with a roar until it overflows, and he pulls out to continue coming over your stomach and tits, painting you and marking you with his seed.
“Mine,” he says, over and over again.
Curtis' eyelids feel heavy, but he doesn't want to sleep. Even though you're already snoring softly in his arms, he doesn't want to look away from you, his lamb. His chest has felt so hollow for such a long time, so it's a strange feeling to now have it filled with contentment and a bit of happiness.
He sent Lloyd a message that he won't be available for anything, for the foreseeable future. Curtis might have made you come multiple times tonight, but he also needs to take time to show you the realm, or more importantly, show the realm you. They need to know what their new queen looks like after all.
