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Present

It’s been three days since you first met that damn demon butler, the one looking at you with bright blue eyes that are fringed with long lashes, smirking over at you as he stands behind the boy he serves, your cousin Megumi Fushiguro. Orphaned himself, he has graciously asked you to come stay once a tragedy fell upon your family.

Megumi is quiet, he’s kind with a small smile, yet he does not say much, other than chide and eye roll at his most loyal six foot four butler. It was him who greeted you that windy day you stepped out of that carriage after a long trip, hair hanging just a bit over his brow, black tuxedo fitted to a body so lean and yet buff that you can’t take your eyes off him.

A butler hmm, just what sort of butler is he?

He carries this elegance about him. Megumi is of course rich, your families happen to be some of the more elite and upper crust, yet he’s just perpetually bored, grimacing at Satoru’s terrible jokes, playing chess with you just to beat you in a few moves, before huffing off bored once more.

That leaves you picking up the pieces, while Satoru eyes you carefully, a smirk on his features.

“Do you want to play, Butler?” You ask softly one night, feeling his gaze penetrating you so intently.

“Me, my lady? Oh, I do not know… would that be appropriate, me playing with you?” The insinuation as he saunters up to you has you in a furious blush, a deep chuckle resounding from his chest, he leans so low his lips are a breath away. “Do you want me to play with you, sweet girl?”

“Um…” You’re stammering then, his heat and presence are too much – you are a lady after all, you hardly can compose yourself with his scent, so crisp and clean, filling your nostrils. “Y-yes, chess is quite fun. But I fearMegumi always wins.”

“Of course he does, tsk…” His satin gloved fingers dance across your cheeks. “Shall you beat me, you think?”

“I should like to try,” he chuckles and bites off a glove with his teeth, so sexy your tummy tenses, heart racing.

“Very well, let us begin.”

He elegantly tears down all your defenses during this game, though he had when you met him that first day, when he’d bent at the waist and kissed your hand.

******

"Satoru Gojo, Master Megumi’s butler," he’d announced in a deep tone, like honey sweeping across your skin. He’d extended a gloved hand for you to take, and it took you a moment before your hand joined his.

All you can remember were those eyes, less blue and more black, some glint within them that had sent a shiver down your spine as much as it made your tummy clench, your heart hammering in your chest, you watched his hand swallow your own. You had just stood there, staring up at him dumbfounded. 

There's something undeniably… Well, you can’t say demonic, can you? That was utter nonsense, yet there was an intriguing thing about him that simultaneously drew you in as it terrified you.

“Hello,” you had introduced yourself carefully, taking Satoru Gojo’s hand, letting him help you down. You had almost fallen, but he’d had you firm in his grasp, smirking down at you in this way that’s madness. “Oh, forgive my clumsiness!”

“Not to worry young miss,” his huge hand burns even over your corset and bodice, making you tremble, your hands on a chest so strong it makes you feel things you never have. “Do you fancy it here?”

“I just got here,” your brows knit together, and he chuckles then, tugging you imperceptibly closer against his hard body. “Um…”

“I meant in my arms,” he’s grinning wickedly, earning your gasp. “You have not left them yet.”

“I just, I…” You pull back and almost fall once more, but this time it’s Megumi who catches your arm, sighing like he’s tired already. “Oh! Cousin…”

“Dear cousin,” he mumbles, yawning and setting you right, his dark hair slicked back, he tugs his pretty baby blue tail coat a bit, letting you go and bowing at the waist. “It’s an honor to see you again. Blah blah blah.”

“Did you just say - ‘blah blah blah’ Megumi?” You ask now, and Satoru chuckles, bowing at the waist with a gloved hand to his chest.

“What the young master means is it’s lovely to have you at our home,” Satoru looks up under snowy lashes, melting you then. “Isn’t it, Megumi?”

“Sure, whatever,” he just turns and starts heading toward the doors of the black, old mansion, something eerie just emanating from it that makes you hesitate. One side of it has vines crawling all upon it, massive and alone in the countryside, nothing for miles truly. Megumi looks back at you over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“Oh! Yes,” you’re grabbing a bag, but Satoru takes it from you quickly, holding out an elbow. “Thank you, Mr. Gojo.”

“Satoru, please, no need to be so formal. You’re the young Master’s family, hmm? I’ll serve you too.”

“Serve me?” You’d said those words, holding onto a strong arm and walking next to the tall butler, whose gaze sweeps over you.

“Mmhmm, I’m at your service.”

****

Present

“Do you wish to wager anything, young miss?” Satoru the butler asks, with his wicked grin, leaning forward and resting his arms on the elegant table the two of you play on, a wooden piece between his gloved fingers.

“Wager anything huh,” you’re snapped back to the present, clearing your throat now, feeling far too bold. “Are you so sure you’ll win?”

“Oh, I’ll win,” you scoff a bit, but that’s how Satoru is – seemingly more arrogant than the Master of the manor himself. “How about I’ll make sure you get good rest tonight if I win, and if you win – you help me rest.”

“Rest?” Your brows draw together in confusion, moving your rook. “Why do you think I need rest, Sir?”

His laugh is soft and dangerous, his baby blues flickering across your face, taking in the beauty that he can’t wait to deflower. A sweet little sheltered lady, yet he sees it inside you, the need for more, for him in particular, it’s written all over your features, your dilated eyes and parted lips, the flush that colors your cheeks perfectly.

Do you blush everywhere?

He’ll know soon enough.

Satoru looks hungry you think to yourself, he’s far too close, his hand precariously near brushing against your thigh, you inhale his scent – clean and fresh, filling your nostrils so intoxicating. Just in the past few days he’s awakened something inside you that you didn’t realize, just last night even you’d been so enamored you’d been soaking wet in your bed.

“I take it you’re not sleeping, sweet girl,” he tuts his tongue a bit, brushing your cheek right under your eyes where dark circles reign. “You had quite a long trip, and have been through much. Perhaps you need a release, hmm?”

“A release…” You repeat, while he moves his rook, studying those always gloved hands and wondering what they looked like, felt like.

“Indeed, miss, a release.”

“And do you need one?” Your words catch him then, cock leaky and throbbing from fucking playing chess.

Satoru the butler was hungry.

His deal with Megumi was that he’d wait until he was ready to be devoured, as his soul was one of those rare tasty ones – and Satoru was a connoisseur of them, he would not just consume common souls. Of course, he also fed from sex, so at times he’d go to take just a little bit of energy from the beauties in the city, but none had a soul tasty as yours.

Bright, it’s bright and brilliant – too good for him, yet he’d love to corrupt it just a bit, to make sure you’re tasty and ripe enough, mix that bright white with some of his darkness. Satoru’s hair and eyes may be bright, but his heart was black, even black as it was your brightness screamed to it since he first laid eyes on you.

Master Megumi forbade him from touching you, he may not show his care, but he does in his own ways, in the ways a boy that’s been through hell can care. He was already a little fond of you after a few days of you trying to get to know him, though he didn’t show it, Satoru caught his little smile.

Satoru’s grown fond of Megumi over the years of being his butler, not so fond as to break their contract, it was Megumi’s choice after all, he’d summoned Satoru. Yet, at times he wavered as his annoying human side started to make him care for humans. Only a select few, however, were deemed tolerable.

You were above that.

Impeccable.

The thought of tasting your pretty little cunt right along with your pretty little soul tortures him, he’s just going to have to defy Master Megumi this once.

“I could indeed use a release, what do you wager, hmm?”

“So if I win you give me a release?” You ask softly, he grins, eyes crinkling the tiniest bit at the corners.

“Because that would be most enjoyable for me.”

“You’re odd. Oh!?”

Satoru’s laughing at that, just shaking his head, moving his piece to capture your bishop. “You really have no idea how odd I am.”

*****

That first night, Satoru had taken you up to your room, holding a lantern as you both ascended the dark halls of the manor. He’d walked you up with a gentle hand guiding the small of your back, he’d already given you a meal that was possibly the tastiest thing you’ve ever had, a quiet dinner with your cousin Megumi.

You’d follow him up the stairs and a glimpse of his well defined backside, accentuated by the tight fit of his black trousers under that split tail coat, and you swear he caught you looking. “Anything wrong, miss?”

“No!?” He’d just grinned, so handsome, you felt heat burning your cheeks, and you quickly averted your gaze, wondering at the strange stirrings within you.

They just got worse when he tucked you in.

He had made sure your accommodations were comfortable, bending over and reaching out to adjust the covers, to fluff your pillows underneath your head, his fingers brushing against your skin on accident. Just that alone had sent jolts of desire through your body.

You had watched him, utterly transfixed, as he leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

"Do you need anything else, young miss?"

You almost said yes – ‘your mouth’. Almost dragged him in for a kiss. You, an innocent young lady!

“N-no, nothing sir.” He’d just smiled, brushing his fingers down your cheek, the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains and illuminating his lithe form.

“Then good night, sweet girl.”

You’d touched yourself for the first time that night.

Satoru could sense it, smiling against the door and leaning his head back, listening to the sounds of you, waiting for the moment he can get you all to himself and taste your soul, your very essence. He runs his tongue along his lips, palming his cock with one hand, the lantern in the other, ear against the old wooden door – just listening to you struggle to pleasure yourself.

He’d help you soon.

“Give it a little longer, young miss,” he murmurs to himself, but also to you, before leaning off the door, leaving you a frustrated mess.

*****

Present

“Blast it,” you curse softly, the memories of that touch creep in, clumsy fingers trying to touch your own soaking wetness, something you’ve never done.

“Losing? Don’t worry, it’s natural, I am an exceptional chess player.”

“What aren’t you good at, Satoru?”

“Hmm,” he taps his chin, before shrugging a shoulder. “I’m quite proficient at everything I’m afraid. Especially…”

You glare when he gets you in check.

“Playing with you is so fun,” he says teasingly, leaning so close you feel his hot breath against your neck. “Do you like me playing with you?”

“Perhaps,” you’re a little elusive with your answer, but once he wins, he stands then, hands on the table, taking your king piece, and using the cool wood of it to brush across your breasts, heaving up and down. “Sir…”

“I won, so it’s your chambers.”

You’re nervously following him moments later, wondering just what the bloody hell you have gotten yourself into, but at first it’s him getting you out of your corset, working the ties so fast he’s quicker than any handmaid ever could be. He’s working diligently to get you into your night gown that’s underneath, eyeing you in the mirror, kissing a bare shoulder.

“Go sit, hmm?” You do as he bids, and then Satoru is giving you a massage, in your settee, leaning back and exhaling, as it feels so good.

Too good.

“Ah, young miss,” Satoru chuckles, walking around to face you and kneeling, whispering between your thighs. Long fingers pressing against your skin, trailing underneath your dress ever so slowly - achingly slow in fact. “Is this how you need to relax, not a cup of tea?”

You’re flushing furiously, teeth sinking down into your lower lip, you can swear his eyes flicker such bright blue it’s like the hottest flames, fans of his breath drifting across your skin. He fingers the garters of your pretty white stockings, smiling lazily, like he has all the time in the world to work you, unhurried kisses working their way over the thin material.

“You’re a most insolent butler,” you whisper out, gasping when he shoves your night dress all the way up to your hips. “Impudent, one would say.”

“I’m simply one hell of a butler,” he murmurs, raising a brow and eyeing your bare cunt now, exhaling. “I’m the best, you know, at everything.”

“Arrogant too,” your voice is a soft cry, as he groans, the breath tickling you where you’re most intimate. “You think you’re the best at everything, really?”

“I know I am, sweet girl,” he chuckles again, a gloved finger brushing down your slit, soaking the material. “I win at anything.”

“I’ll get you in chess next time,” you murmur, he presses your thighs up now, until you’re damn near bent in half. “Ah!”

“Young master Megumi told me not to go near you,” his tongue flicks out, defying orders of his contract has never felt so fucking good. “Mnh, but I’d say a taste of you is worth it.”

“You’re… tasting me? You - oh!” Satoru’s filthy with it, groaning when your slick dribbles from your little hole.

“No one’s touched you, I can practically taste the innocence,” he chuckles now, grinning at you, swiping that wetness all around his pretty pink lips. His eyes are black then, terrifying yet pulling you closer. “I will relish in taking it, but do you really want me to? I won't let go of what’s mine ever.”

“You act as if it’s some sort of contract,” you whisper, his tongue flicks you once more, achingly slow up your slit, tapping your clit now. “I do not wish to be m-married, Sir…”

“That’s perfect,” he muses softly, spreading your lips and watching your eager hole just twitch. “You can be all mine then.”

You’re arching up for him, cunt slipping against his face, he hungrily sucks your clit into his hot, eager mouth, moaning and making it vibrate against the twitchy little pearl. You’re screaming out so lewdly he pulls back and chuckles, the black eyes against the white fringe of lashes terrifying in how fucking insane they are, the contrast of white and black.

“Do you wish your cousin to hear us?” He gently smacks your cunt with his now bare hand, and you see his black nails, a symbol on the back of his hand. “Keep down just a bit, hmm?”

“W-what’s this?” You murmur, brushing the glowing spot on the back of his hand, Satoru just chuckles again, leaning over you and kissing your lips, letting your own arousal slip into it.

Your first kiss is full of dripping arousal.

“Mnh!” You’re clinging to his strong biceps over his tail coat, pressing against the thick, expensive black material, and Satoru is running two long fingers up and down you, watching you twitch with a little delighted smirk.

“I hope you can take me,” he whispers, before slipping both in, groaning at how tight you are. “You shouldn’t make bets with a demon, sweetheart.”

“Demon,” you’re too lost now, cunt pulsing around those long fingers, gasping at the sharp pain of the insertion. “Too much, too much!”

“Tiny little cunt, tsk…” He pulls back his fingers now, and you gasp out in horror, even as you’re drooling from his three pumps, he pulls them back and they’re coated in crimson.

“I am not on my… w-what…”

“No, not your cycle,” he runs that blood between his fingers, eyeing you wickedly, as if he’s pleased. “That was your innocence, I suppose that will make my cock easier to take then.”

This demon butler Satoru just took your virginity with his stupidly long fingers!?

Your mouth opens, then closes, cheeks heating up. “That’s my…”

“Mmm, yes sweet girl,” he sucks the blood off his fingers, moaning now, cheeks hollowing, his eyes flutter shut while he just drinks the remnants of your innocence like it’s the sweetest treat. “Oh you’re so fucking delicious, it will be so difficult not to just devour all of you.”

“Devour me?” He’s pressing a kiss on your cunt, lapping up the sweetness of the virginity that was so stupidly easy to break, chuckling.

“You’re tiny, but so wet, you’ll take me I think,” he stands then, thumb brushing that blood off his chin, lapping more of it up, while he slips off his tail coat, neatly folding it up on the little side table. “Little Kitten… yes, I’ll call you kitten.”

“Kitten?” You whisper, eyes hungrily taking in him unbuttoning that white dress shirt, revealing his toned abdomen, cut with muscles flexing, his chest with his flat pink nipples so strong, shoulders broad and flexing.

“Yes, you’re like a sweet little kitten,” he determines, eyeing you with something akin to affection. Demons don’t feel love like humans really, but he does feel lust – and he’s never felt whatever this is. “I love kittens, you know.”

This man – demon!? – is having a casual conversation as he undoes his belt, and you eye the white trail of hair under his flat belly button, the veins pressing up against the thin skin, faint blue against the v cuts on his pelvis. Your cunt gushes, and he tilts his head, as if to take notice, exhaling.

“Undress, sweet kitten.”

It’s like a command, like he has you hypnotized, you do just that, standing shakily and undressing for him, he eyes your body and moans audibly, you’d hide but the way he studies you? There’s no need to, him stepping closer, brushing his hands along the swells of your breasts, making your nipples taut.

“Perfect little human,” he murmurs almost reverently, sighing and cupping your face. “I really want you to survive.”

You swallow again, a hand trailing down his hard chest, the sting of his long fingers still burning, yet your core is tightened, aching for more. “If I’ll survive you say, do you find my constitution so weak?”

“No, not at all,” he murmurs, cupping your face almost delicately, like he’s studying your features carefully. “I want you to make it.”

Satoru lifts you up by your hips, like you’re nothing, carrying you so quickly over to the bed, glittering with blacks and reds, kissing down your neck while his hands, still glinting with a bit of your crimson, brush down your skin. Satoru’s hungry as he works over you, sucking a nipple into his mouth and sinking sharp teeth right above one, marking you and moaning softly.

“Look at that,” he whispers, watching the bruise blossom on your skin, cock leaking pre thinking of being inside your perfect little cunt. “I fear you already belong to me now.”

You want to be irritated, want to say or do anything other than what you do, which is taking his hair in your hand and gripping it, arching your back and whining out for more. You’re lost in every kiss, like a fiery brand on your skin, his fingers slipping down your waist and sinking in, making you melt with every movement like his lips are designed to ruin you.

It’s dark in the room, despite the fire crackling in the hearth, which dances and reflects in his dark eyes with a swirling blue ring, fires dancing while he looks down at you, white teeth flashing a smile. Why is it so dark, swirling around you, the shadows cast along the walls, one of a predator and his prey.

Long fingers with black long nails coming for your throat, a tall body so lithe working over you until your shadow is taken, it’s just the butler on you, between your thighs, hot and heavy cock pressing against your slit, tip pressing along your slit. He leans up on his hands above you, silvery white hair falling over a brow, fingers gripping a thigh still clad in stockings.

“I quite like these,” he murmurs lazily, pressing just a bit inside your hole, you’re clinging to his shoulders, nails pressing in, whining out at the sensation. “You are so tiny, are you sure she can take me?”

“Y-yes,” he smirks, as if that’s just the answer he needed, leaning down with his lips against your ear.

“I don’t like to let my toys go, and I don’t like to share,” his tip enters now, the ridge popping in, you’re so sensitive from his mouth and so tight you feel every ridge in your slick walls. “You’re all mine now, you see? Mine to fuck, mine to breed – any time that I wish to.”

You should be terrified of him, but you just helplessly nod, underneath whatever Satoru Gojo is, you're lost in him, craving more and more. He moans against your neck, sinking deeper, the initial pain of his fingers takes the sting away so it’s just this delicious fucking stretch, making you gush down his length, slipping all the way down to the bed and dripping.

“Do you agree to be mine?” He asks now, your cunt is gripping him so good he has to pause, holding himself up and tilting your face towards him, squeezing your chin so hard it hurts. “Speak, kitten, when asked a question.”

“Y-yes, I agree.”

You’re stupid, right? So easily handing yourself away to this man, yet when he pulls back and slams back in, and you shatter, it’s an easy decision, whatever ecstasy this was – it’s addictive. How Satoru looks at you, moaning softly and starting to grip your thighs, pressing them up and dragging you even further down on a thick, lengthy cock.

“I won’t take it easy on you,” his words are soft, his eyes glowing blue once more around the round black pupils, exhaling and almost pulling his cock fully out. “Hang on to me, pretty kitten.”

Your nails dig in.

“And she has claws,” he loves it, your nails digging in so much they try to leave scratches that just instantly heal, and Satoru begins to move. He’s slamming his cock so deep it fills you full, tummy bulging with him he’s so big, gummy walls quivering around him as you get slippery from how wet you are. “That’s it, claw at me all you want.”

“Sir…”

“Satoru,” his lips dance across yours, before leaning up, hand wrapping your throat, licking his lower lip and groaning. “Ready?”

You nod once more, and Satoru begins to fuck into you, filthy slaps of skin in your slick cunt, so tiny around him yet she sucks him in greedy. 

“Don't even know what breeding is,” he murmurs, squeezing your neck tighter. “Yet here you are, milking me for all my seed, you can't help it, can you?”

You're too fucked out and sensitive, every smack of his heavy balls on your ass dripping with arousal is loud in the elegant, quiet chambers. It echoes off the walls, off the stone floor beneath those rugs, mixed with his soft groans and his whispers of your name like a devotion.

“Fuck you're gonna take me like this your first time?” He eyes your tummy, the way it moves with his cock, groaning at the sight. “Look how big I am, sweet kitten. Pathetic little cunt trying so hard.”

“Ngh!” You're close to shattering, his hot body working you, cock stretching you beyond your means. He's on his knees, abs flexing, eyes so bright they hurt to focus on, he sees more crimson leaking with your arousal slipping down his veiny cock. It mixes with his pre, milky and messy as he shoves it back so deep into you. 

He's lost at the sight of it dripping in rivulets down your skin, possessive nature ripping through him.

“Oh kitten, look at you,” He takes the mixture of blood and cum and sucks on it, eyes fluttering shut. “I'm destroying you, hah – and you love it. Don't you?”

“Mhm,” you’re depraved, debauched surely, when he starts folding you in half and fucking you so hard you cry out. You drool, letting him choke the air out of you while he fills you so deep until it's him, all him. “So much, so much!”

“Aw, you're close,” He's simply relishing every grip of tacky, gummy walls, every hit of his curved tip against your smooth cervix. “Go ahead, get your release, let me feel your cum all over my cock.”

“Ngh, S-satoru!” You cling to him desperately, feeling yourself closer and closer, and he does not relent.

No, he doesn’t stop the filthy strokes, folding your body in a mating press with your knees damn near brushing the mattress, huge cock splitting you in half. He doesn't let you breathe with those fingers squeezing your throat, doesn't let you rest or adjust, lost now, turning more demon than human as he fucks into you.

Your head tilts to the side in pleasure, while his tip rubs on that spot over and over, you’re gushing so much it’s slippery and messy, when your eyes fluttering in and out of focus hit the mirror. That’s when you really see him, his reflection over you. He’s just a huge, black shadow entity in that reflection.

He chuckles, looking over at it with you, only his brilliant blue eyes and the sheer shape of him alluding to this form, you’re stammering, looking back up at him now, he pauses for a moment.

“Scared, sweetheart?”

You swallow and look once more, but then cup his face, feeling perfect smooth skin under your touch. “No.”

“You are the most delicious soul I’ve ever come across,” he breathes in admiration, then he loses himself.

His cock is slamming into you so hard you feel like you're breaking, the slickness of your cunt only helping so much with his huge, thick cock pounding so deep. You’re trembling, thighs gripping his hips, as he folds them even further. He pins your hips down with bruising force, pace frantic, he’s indeed not taking it easy on you, yet you’re shattering underneath him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his eyes are locked on yours, lips parted and a flush across his face as he watches you unravel beneath him. “You’re close.”

“I think?” He’s grinning at how cute you are. “So much pressure…”

“Taking me so well, like you were made for this.”

“Mnh!” His hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make your vision blur at the edges, your head feels fuzzy, every stroke even harder, slamming your cervix and bruising it.

“Ah, can’t talk like this hmm?” He releases your throat, leaning low, letting you claw again at his arms, leaving bloody scratches that heal right under your nails. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Beg for it," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Beg for my seed to fill you."

You're sobbing now, so overwhelmed from pleasure, pain, fear and… fuck you love being pounded into, tears streaming down your face as pleasure and pain mix into something that has you a trembling mess, unable to form a thought. “Can’t think.”

“Hah, that’s good,” he slows down for a moment, rolling his hips and pressing his hands on your thighs, making you hurt with how deep he slams, up on his knees and prone so he can pump deeper. “Only think about the pleasure.”

You swallow nervously, cunt pulsing, thighs shoved against your breasts. "P-please, I need it.”

“Need what, to cum?”

“For you to fill me up."

“Oh fuck,” it’s his turn to lose himself – him, Satoru Gojo, the demon butler – lost in the young lady letting him take her utterly and completely. “You’re being such a good little kitten," he purrs those fucking words, his free hand that was choking you sliding down to rub rough circles on your clit.

“Ah!” You jolt from the sensation, he uses one arm to press your thighs down, cock pumping slow, brutal thrusts.

“That’s it, fall apart just for me."

Your orgasm slams you with such pleasure it hurts, this all consuming shattering of not just your body, but your soul, the one he’s so hungry for, like he’s stealing some of it while your cunt clamps down. It’s spasming around his length – thickening – milking him for every bit of that seed as you scream his name, eyes rolling back, gasping for any breath.

“Hmm, you’re this slutty the first time? Perfect… All mine, all mine,” he whispers, his thrusts turning erratic and so quick you can’t function or think, before he buries himself and bottoms out in your small little cunt. “F-fuck, feel this, huh? Feel every bit I have to give you, to fill you with.”

You’re sobbing fully, tears spilling, tears that make him cum harder, spurting  hot, thick pulses of his sticky seed deep inside you, filling you until it spills over. He eases out, looking at the mess, pulling out with a filthy pop and exhaling, rubbing his tip up and down where cum pours in creamy rivulets, mixed with streaks of your blood and gossamer strands of your release.

“You bled so much,” he sounds thrilled by this, chuckling as he lays on top of you for a moment, letting your thighs gently fall to the sides, you’re trembling and slick with sweat. “Let me clean you, young miss.”

You couldn’t be more shocked by the man who slips down your body, keeping your thighs pressed high and pulling your now puffy, swollen lips apart, watching the mess spill. “Satoru… you… ah!”

He lowers his face between them, silky hair tickling your inner thighs, and his tongue is hot and thirsty as he laps at the mess he's made of you. Not just your cunt no, your blood, his seed that’s pouring in this mix of white and red that stirs pink. “Fuck, your flavor and mine? Exquisite, sweetheart.”

“S-senstive!” You’re tugging at him, but he’s lost. Satoru Gojo the butler is devouring the filthy mess of fluids like a starving man.

Or a demon.

He’s groaning at the taste, his eyes glowing brighter blue with each swipe, a color to his face that wasn’t there, like you’ve fed him. His lips are dripping blood and slick, while he tenderly looks at your swollen cunt, pressing a kiss and relishing in how you jerk in pain. "Mine, all mine."

He keeps at it, lapping you up, swallowing as much of your cum and his as he can, every speck of your innocence gone, and you can’t even move anymore. Everything starts to spin, your limbs get so heavy like they’re weighed down, eyelids threatening to close.

You barely register him leaving and coming back, already drifting in and out of a weak sleep, while he cleans you, slipping your stockings down ever so gently. You feel the warmth of a damp washcloth gliding over your skin, cleaning away the evidence of your surrender, of what he’s taken so hungrily.

From what you can comprehend while you’re wondering if this all was a dream, he’s being tender and easy, he eases a thin silky slip on you, planting a kiss on lips gone slack, torn between yawns and fading out of consciousness. “Satoru… are you really a demon?”

Your sleepy question has him smiling just a bit, as he tucks the blankets around you. "Just sleep, kitten," he whispers, brushing a kiss to your forehead now, his voice is addictive, soothing like the warmest tea. “Don’t ask such questions.”

“Are you… staying?” Your sweet little question makes even the most demonic heart feel with an annoying tenderness.

“I’ll stay, sweet girl, why wouldn’t I want to watch over what’s mine?” He says softly, brushing your hair back. “And what will stay mine for eternity.

Darkness pulls you under before you can hear him, before you can try to have any self preservation, and Satoru Gojo – the resident demon butler – can’t wait to fulfill your contract together.

“Pretty, foolish kitten.”

You’ll fit in so well at the manor.

Chapter Text

You started to wonder if you’ve lost your mind.

In your dreams was one thing, being touched and fucked by this white haired demon you could call it fantasy, maybe you wanted to sleep too often, you took a little too much melatonin. Maybe you liked his touch so much you woke up cumming, several nights, over and over. Maybe in fact, you loved to see his ruby red eyes, loved how he was, this fictional man.

It’s just something you dreamt up, right? You’ve read too much smut, you’ve played too many otome games, you tend to come right home from work and isolate yourself. Men sucked, and your friends all scattered after college – perhaps you were just lonely, that must be it, the reason you dreamed him up so perfectly.

It started in your dreams, at first teasing, him kissing you all over, fantastical nonsense. Then, you started to play with yourself thinking of him, of those dreams that felt so real, but it was just before bed, as if you were willing your imagination to place him back in your dreams.

Soon, after a month, though? You could swear he was in your room when you were awake – perhaps you weren’t fully awake, you wondered, a little limbo where it’s just you and him, which he seemed to love. Tasting you, letting you suck on both of his thick, veiny cocks, teaching you how to actually, sometimes he would come out of both tips and make a mess of you, then lick it off.

Sylus was a filthy demon, really, but he was also sweet. He listened to your shitty day at work, bitching about your clients, about being overworked, a pointy prominent chin perched on his knuckles, brushing your hair back gently. No one listened to you except for him, further signs that you’ve created a fake demon in your sleep.

Now maybe it’s gone too far, too eager to take melatonin at night, going to sleep when it’s hardly dusk and enjoying more and more time with him, letting him fuck you in every position you didn’t even know. Cum inside you so good you could swear you dripped his white drops out in your panties.

Now?

You’re sure you’ve truly gone insane.

His chuckle is in your ear right now though, while you’re typing away at your desk at your office job, dressed in your cute little blazer and a pencil skirt that’s slowly hiking up your stocking clad thighs. You gasp out, looking to the side and seeing him then, his smirk on perfect plump lips, which brush your ear as he slips the skirt up higher, just as a customer comes in.

You panic, but they just smile at you all friendly, like the demon’s long nails weren’t slipping over your blouse, toying with your buttons, like his tail – yes, this imaginative man had a fucking dragon tail. You don’t even want to get into the fact that your imagination also gave him two dicks, dragon horns and scales, he was straight out of some fantasy.

Sylus was his name, or so your stupid brain told you.

“Kitten,” he murmurs, chuckling as he somehow sits you on his lap with absolutely no one in the office noticing. “Answer her, get to work, hmm?”

“F-fuck…”

“Excuse me?”

“N-nothing!” You quickly save face, you must be in some kind of dream, and haven’t woken up yet. You shut your eyes, focusing hard, hearing the tap tap tap of the clients long nails on your desk. You open and eye, and now your boss comes up, concerned look on her features.

“Everything okay? Do you need a break, honey, you look tired…” You’re flushed now, realizing his tail is wrapping your hips, tugging you hard as he sprawls out – too long and lanky for your office chair.

“Answer her, sweetie,” his voice is dripping sex, which doesn’t help the fact that he’s got your tits out, playing with them and running his thumb and forefinger over your nipple, twisting it so you gasp. “Go on, be a good girl.”

“I am a little tired, I’m so sorry,” you smile apologetically, while Sylus’ long tongue laps up your neck, your cunt is hot against the bulges of his cock he has barely covered, some gladiator type of sarong your heated brain concocted. “I feel a little heated.”

“You look like you’re flushed,” the client says, and your coworkers even come to check, everyone around you while he runs his fingers over your panties, making them soppier and sticky.

“I’ll help,” your coworker offers. “Come back to my desk.”

“Thank you, I’m so sorry,” you murmur, biting down on your lip while Sylus tortures your cunt. He has never done this while you’re awake – if you even are – usually leaving it to your dreams, though sometimes you thought you could sense him, you can’t be sure it’s not just a mental breakdown.

“Imagine if your manager saw your slick little cunt,” he whispers, you gasp and turn, looking at him, lips parted. “He wants to fuck you, but I don’t share my treasures, or my toys.”

“Treasure, you’re so weird!? Get back in my head, now!” You hiss, he chuckles again, ruby eyes lidded and seductive, pressing harder on your twitchy clit, you’re gasping, head falling back. “Fuck…”

“Back in your head, huh? You wanted me last night when I had you on all fours in my cave, hmm?”

“It’s… a dream…” Your tits are tugged out, only in their bra now, Sylus’ fingers working your slit over and over, as you wriggle and arch.

“Oh, it’s real sweetie, but I’ll wait till you beg for me here too.”

Suddenly he’s gone.

He just edged you in reality!?

“I am so sorry,” you murmur again, trembling and looking down to see your clothes are perfect now, despite the perky nipples and soaking wet pussy. Your manager comes up now, a nerdy man but he’s over all kind, always smiling and a little flirtatious.

I don’t share my treasures.

Did he think you were some necklace to hoard in his fucking cave!?

“Everything okay, love?” Your boss asks softly, leaning over your desk so that you can smell a little too much cologne. You clear your throat, nodding and giving him a little smile. “You sure?”

“I think I need a day off… I’m so sorry again…”

“You haven’t taken any pto days, go ahead,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, as you stand up, his palm lingering.

Sylus watches and clenches his fists, nail digging into his palms until they are bleeding.

You are his, he’s claimed you since you first summoned him so sweetly in your slumber, calling to him and waking him up. The first time you spread your thighs and let him taste your sweetness? Sylus was addicted to you. He’s been an incubus for thousands of years, he’s rather choosy in fact, but nothing has made him as insane as you have.

You’re the one that wished him to come during the day so badly, now you’re all mad at him!? And he has to watch this manager hit on you. You pull away a bit though, earning a brush of your hair back and a – good kitten – that you’re convinced you’ve made up completely, but he’s there.

Waiting.

Sylus always waits until you ask him, even the first time when he kissed up your thighs in your sleep, you begged him for more of his mouth, just so pretty, letting him be the first one to make you cum. Over and over, it was Sylus favorite thing, not just to feed on your energy, no, he just loved having you cumming, arching your hips, whimpering so soft and pretty.

“Take a day off sweetheart,” Sylus will kill this man. “Give me a text if you want another day off too.”

“You’re the best!” You hug him and Sylus yanks you back hard you almost fall, huffing out of the office and barely able to breathe when you rush to your car, feeling him next to you, you can’t even see him but his heavy weight sinks the leather seat next to you.

“I’m serious, no doing that at work!”

Silence.

“I’m losing it… I need a fucking mental health check,” you grumble, shaking just a bit as you pull out of work, trying to get yourself together, taking several breaths, but it's quiet then. 

You stare at the empty seat in confusion, it's like no one was ever there, not even a scratch from his long nails. You already couldn't date so imagine if you told the world you're with an incubus demon?

****

Sylus doesn’t fuck you in your sleep like he usually does.

In fact you don’t see him all night, even when you sleepily blink and shift in your bed, typically he'd be laying next to you with his dragon tail just wagging up and down, chuckling and studying you, but instead he simply was not there at all. As if pouting that you were mean to him.

You wonder if you are just overworked the next day when he doesn't show and you head to the nail salon, you surely need self care, meds, or therapy. Not a demon who doesn't verifiably exist, no matter how good his tongue was, how good just one of his cocks felt deep inside you, in his cave glittered in gold or even up in the sky with his wings spread.

Perhaps you should become a writer with your fantastical ideas, and you have the weekend to sleep off your delusions. Yet, in your sleep he still will not come, as you toss and turn in frustration, realizing it then.

You miss him.

“Sylus,” you whisper it in the night, eyes shut in your sleep as he watches you. “Sylus I miss you.”

“Then why were you mean to me, hmm?”

You gasp and sit up, you're in your bed rather than in one of the fantasies you usually are in, and the huge demon is pouting, his eyes glittering. He cups your face with his huge hand that overtakes it, bringing you to look up at him.

“I was at the office and you were just…” You're a blushing mess now, before glaring. “You can't do that!”

He glares right back, leaning back and raising a thin white brow. “You're mine, and I couldn't help it. When you think of me I feel it, I can see all of your fantasies and that was one.”

“Sylus just because I…” you trail off then, scowling again. “Wait you're reading my mind!?”

He chuckles, leaned over you so you feel his heavy weight, the mix of his hot skin and dragon scales brushing across you. “Your thoughts were loud Kitten, you wanted me under your desk licking your-”

“Shh!” You cover his mouth and his laughter is warm against your palm, long fingers wrapping your wrist now. “You're insufferable.”

He yanks your hand off and pins it to the bed. “Shh why, it's just us here, no one else. As I want it, as I need it to be.”

You swallow now, hands trailing across his chest. “I have lost it.”

“I'm real, should I prove it?” His nails rip your tank top in half with a quick tear, you gasp out, and he moans, cupping one of your tits and mounding to his huge palm. “You're all awake.”

“Not a dream? Ow!”

He flicks your forehead, chuckling with that deep tone of his then as you rub it and wince. “It hurts, hmm? Then it’s real… though everything we do in your sleep,” he leans down low, breath ghosting your lips. “That’s real too, and I can tell how much you want me, I can smell it.”

“Excuse me?” His laughter is against your skin, tickling it while he kisses down between your bare breasts, which bounce out of their top. “Mnh!”

“It smells delectable…” His long tongue laps around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and moaning, drool spilling when your little hands grip silvery locks that fall over his forehead. “Go ahead, admit you want me.”

“I do, but not in public, ah!” Sylus bites your nipple, glaring at you again, hovering in the night so you can barely see anything but those red glimmers and a flash of his white teeth. “That hurt…”

“You belong to me now, I won’t have anyone flirting with you, especially your stupid manager,” Sylus kisses across to your other breast now, moaning and lavishing it with saliva, a hand gripping a thigh so his cocks press against your cunt, making you whine out. “I miss you all day too, kitten.”

“Oh…” You’re biting down on your lip, dying for him inside you again, especially as his kisses delve lower.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” You’re in a haze as he keeps kissing lower, hungry and moaning hungrily, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin, tugging at your panties and slipping his tongue over your slit through the cotton, making you cry out. “Aw how cute, you’re already soaked. Did you miss me?”

“Mhm, I did,” you’re arching your hips up, begging for his mouth as his horns gently brush against your thigh, your fingers drift over them, making him groan and rut his cocks on your mattress.

“Bet you want me to make you cum on my tongue,” he whispers against you, fingers pressing into the plush of your thighs, licking you over and over, but not moving the material. Tears prick your eyes, needing him so badly, but he’s just moaning and soaking your panties. “Do you?”

“Please - ah!” Sylus leans back up now, a pout and glare back on his handsome features. “Get down there, please?”

“I will make you cum when you admit I’m your boyfriend.”

“You’re a demon!? Dragon? Sex demon thing!” his jaw sets now. 

“You’re being just mean. Bratty kittens don't get to cum.” Sylus disappears right off you, clothes still ripped in half, you’re sitting up and looking around the dark room.

“Sylus, get back here! Right now.”

“No,” you hear him murmur, knowing he’s disappeared again on you, you feel something pressing you down now, slipping off the remnants of your tank top, but he’s not letting you see him anymore. “You’re the demon here, hurting me. Mean little brat.”

“I’ll be nice!” He’s already slipped a blanket up your body, tucking you in, lips brushing against your hairline. “You can’t be mad I told you not in public.”

“Not mad, jealous. Hurt.” You roll your eyes and feel him gripping your chin. “Ah- ah, sweetie. I’ve had enough sass from you tonight. You can be soaking wet and needy all the time.”

His presence is gone, you throw your blankets off in a huff, sitting up with your legs over the mattress, walking over to the dresser and slipping on another shirt, peering around the room. Your shoulders and neck have marks from him this time, legs pressing together, hands trembling as you look into the mirror.

Was he mad that you won’t tell the world you have a demon/dream/dragon boyfriend and get admitted!?

*****

Yes, he was.

It’s been weeks and Sylus has avoided you completely, you’ve tried everything to get him back, playing with your cunt at night – oh, he watched you, he jerked his cocks to you, but you couldn’t see. Sylus was devoted and now he could only survive off your energy, the sweetest and brightest he’s tasted, he’s starving soon, with dark circles under his eyes, tanned skin turning pale.

Yet he’s also a stubborn dragon who has been around a long time, and he wants to wait until you want him fully. He’s not okay only having you in your sleep, he wants you every moment, all belonging to him. If you had to work or go out, Sylus wanted to come with you, to be with you constantly, cocks buried in both your holes, let you cock warm him while you work.

Yet you still didn’t think he was real.

After that night you keep calling out to him, and it hurts him so much not to respond, especially when you’re naked, writhing under your blankets and moaning his name. Yet it’s not until you come home from a horrible day at work that he finally comes to you, seeing your tears, even when you haven’t called for him.

“Who hurt you!?” He demands, making you fall backwards off your kitchen chair, sitting in front of a huge glass of red.

“Sylus!? Oh my god…” You’re sobbing now, and he quickly tugs you against his chest, you feel his warmth as he embraces you, tail wrapping your waist to pull you even tighter. “I thought I made you up.”

“No, sweetie, you just… hurt my feelings…” You sniffle now, seeing his own eyes emotional, swallowing and cupping your face. “I want you all the time, not just in your sleep, I need to feed off you more and more.”

“You do look hungry,” you murmur, letting him swipe your tears – careful not to let his nails hurt you. “Why didn’t you… feed from anyone else?”

“Oh, kitten…” he lifts you up with one arm like it’s nothing, setting you down on the kitchen table now, slipping your work dress up, a little pencil skirt that clings to your hips and bunches up. “You’re the only one I want to feed from, you’re the sweetest energy, and I love sweet things.”

“My wine is sweet,” you murmur softly, leaned up on your elbows now, kissing his lips.

“Let me try and see,” he takes it into his mouth, gripping your chin then, spitting the sweet red into your mouth, letting the velvet run down your tongue. You swallow greedily, a drop of crimson spilling down the corner of your lips, earning Sylus’ moan. “Not as sweet as your cunt dripping on my mouth.”

You kiss him eagerly, body arching for him, when he finally touches you, two fingers stretching you out, panties to the side. “Ah!”

“Take me to work tomorrow,” you shake your head and Sylus scowls again. “I need to be with you.”

“Can’t we just… oh god, don’t go again!?”

He’s already gone and you curse, sitting up and downing the rest of the wine, rolling your eyes, edged by him. You lay back on that table, thighs spread wide, your own fingers running through damp folds, whining out at how much you miss that stretch, pumping small fingers in your hole instead.

“Sylus…” You moan his name, he appears again, kneeling before you, yanking your fingers off and sucking them in his mouth, cheeks hollowing, hungrily moaning as your teeth sink into your lip. “Please, please.”

“Take me to work tomorrow, I’ll behave.”

“Promise,” he nods, parting your plump lips, tongue lapping up the juices that are just pouring from your little hole he can’t wait to stretch again. “Fine, if you can act good, I’ll bring you, but only if you can!”

“I can behave, kitten,” he’s grinning against your cunt, watching your eyes roll back as his tongue fucks you, the filthy sounds of him moaning echoing with your slutty wet cunt, his color already returning. “Can I at least hold you?”

“Of c-course, just no – mnh! No playing at work, I get so nervous…”

“I only will if you want, I promise,” he murmurs, stroking your cunt almost reverently with his tongue that reaches your g spot it’s so long, curling up and making you pour down his face, his cocks leaking and dripping on your floor. “Do you want to cum just for me?”

“Please! Ngh!” You’re yanking on his horns, his favorite thing in the world, suffocating him with your cunt, with your thighs on either side of his head, as he devours your pretty pussy, letting his face get coated with you. “Sylus!”

He loves when you say his name, especially when it’s mixed with breathy sighs and little cries, tongue flicking quicker as he drinks your essence, not just your arousal either – your soul and all its delicious colors, pretty pinks and reds that coat him, sucking your clit as his leathery silver wings fold back, gulping you down greedy and messy, unrelenting as he hums on you.

He’s got two long fingers inside you again, meanly curling in as he shoves your thighs against your breast, the wood of the table pressing into your back as he scissors them in and out. You’re clinging to him breathless now, when he topples you over that edge with his wicked tongue, his tail is just slamming against the table, swiping off that pretty wine glass and shattering it.

Sylus’ tail does twitch when he’s excited, he can’t help it when it comes to you, your cunt, your essence flowing all over his face. He’s grabbing your hips and dragging you even closer. “All mine, mmm, say it.”

“Y-yours.”

Sylus is a greedy demon, he will not accept anything other than utter loyalty, as he so bestows upon you, his pretty little kitten with her claws sinking into impenetrable skin while he works her the way only he can, having you mewl just like one. Whimpering and arching for him, breathing out his name, closer and closer. He can feel your syrupy little hole just oozing all over his face.

“Sweetest little cunt,” he murmurs, sucking you down like honey fresh from the source, like the maple he used to tap out of trees when he was a little more flesh and less ethereal. With every lick and curve of fingers he feels more of your energy flow through him, you have him ready to bust inside your holes, fill you so good so you can have all his dragons.

He hasn’t said that just yet, but he knows you’ll be perfect.

“Cum for me, now, let me drink you,” he whispers hungrily, looking up at you under his long silvery lashes, scales glinting on his bare skin. “Now, sweetie, just let me devour you. All of you.”

You fall apart on his command, and he barely can catch all the arousal squirts down into his mouth, even him – an incubus – can hardly swallow down the amount that slips. He’s hungrily opening his jaw as you’re trembling, waves of ecstasy hitting you, the kind that makes you weak for Sylus, that makes you forget reality.

It’s all him.

Just as he needs.

He leans up and kisses your cunt with a loud smack of plump lips, smirking up at you that way he does, gripping your chin. “Open, sweetie.”

You obey, of course you do, swallowing your own arousal and the demon’s spit and swallowing, cunt still spasming, before he kisses you hungry. “I m-missed you so much, don’t go again.”

“I won’t,” he breathes out softly. “Are you ready for my cocks, hmm? Can you even take them?”

“Y-yes…” You nod breathlessly, still trembling from the orgasm, weak and dizzy, earning his groan of approval.

His eyes darken with his pupils dilated, and he lifts you off the table like it’s nothing, your legs wrapping his slutty waist and drooling across the slip of white hair under a flat belly button. He’s got two hands on your ass, carrying you until you’re pressed against the cool steel of your fridge.

“H-here?” He grins now, pinning you down as he frees his cocks -thick and already slick under the kitchen lights with precum.

“On every surface, sweetie,” he murmurs, pressing one of his cocks against your soaked entrance, the other just teasing your other little hole. “In both your holes?”

“Please,” you beg, clinging to him as he spits down, letting it drip onto his cocks. 

“Stroke it,” he orders softly, you do just that, reaching down and touching him gently, fists moving up and down. He exhales, feeding off your pleasure, your energy, making him so hungry. “Spit on it.”

“Oh…” You’re flushing a little, earning his chuckle.

“Come on don't be shy,” he’s pulled back, eyeing you with that lidded, drunk gaze that intoxicates you. “Spit, be a good little kitten.”

You do as he says, letting the saliva spill down to his cocks, it slips and drips down in shiny gossamer strands, making him moan, kissing you hungrily, his lips still just coated in your cum. “B-both holes?”

“Yes, but we’ll start with this one," he practically purrs those words, kissing down your neck and then biting it. You cry out, and he fills your greedy cunt in one brutal thrust, mean and deep, stretching you impossibly wide as if you’re splitting apart. “Fuck, you got tighter.”

The sudden fullness punches a ragged cry from your throat, your nails scraping down his back as he pins you to that fridge now, lifting your ass so that your head smacks against it, magnets and notes scattering to the floor.

“I need to stretch her back to my shape,” he murmurs in your ear, as you cling to him so tightly. “Want it, sweetie?”

“Always.”

Sylus is lost, carrying you with ease – cock still buried inside your hole, he drags you down every few steps, letting you hold on to him, clothes now ripped from his claws in his haste. “Sorry, I’ll make you more.”

You blink in confusion. “You make clothes!?”

“I can make anything,” he lays you on your mattress finally, ripping those panties he had shoved to the side apart, tip prodding one hole while his other cock fucks into you, just a few inches now, you’re desperately clinging to the blankets. “God, just look at you, all mine.”

He’s moaning out, lost in you now, pressing deeper in the hole you’re not used to, pulling back when you cry out and spitting down again, lubing it up and easing it carefully. “Ah! Sylus, it’s so much…”

“You can take it hah -” You’re struggling, split open and spread, Sylus inhales your scent and his eye bags are gone, his gaunt face fills just a bit, the rosiness coming to his cheeks while he sinks both cocks inside. “God you’re tight, gripping me like that? But she wants it.”

His voice is a wicked whisper that washes over you, all you can do is nod helplessly, as the winged demon lowers his horned head, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead like he’s not shoving cocks in your holes. Like he’s not groaning and bruising your body with his touch, pulsing precum as the pressure builds.

“S’much, ngh!” There is a sheen of sweat on your brow as you struggle to take him, but he shushes you gently, creating the calmest aura, cocks pulling out and pushing in deeper. So intense you scream out, struggling to take him, cunt and ass both quivering and milking him.

“That’s it, perfect… so perfect…” he’s lost in you, he always is, since the first night you accidentally summoned him, shoving his cocks half way in – that alone is hitting your cervix, your other hole stretching to grip him. “All mine, you’re my treasure, aren’t you? Say it.”

You swallow, trying to form a coherent thought. Let alone a word. “Y-yes.”

“I’m not taking it easy, are you ready?” He taunts softly, giving you the choice even as he knows you’ll never say no. Your nod is his answer, and then he shoves his cocks as deep as they can go – you’ll never fit all of him. “There you go, you’re doing so good for me.”

His praise ends you, just as his punishing rhythm he sets now, some of that power washing over you. With each snap of his hips you’re shoved so full, tummy bulging, the thin layer of skin making you feel every movement. You can feel every ridge and vein of his cocks, every pulse of them as his cum starts to fill them, his hands entangled as his tail and wings wrap you.

“My little princess, dragon princess,” he’s murmuring, you’re lost in his ruby eyes, your own filled with tears as he says your name. “Taking me so well.”

You’re in love with this demon.

You haven’t said it, it’s nonsense – but you don’t think it’s a delusion anymore, the way his cocks start to leak milky pearls as he fucks into your holes, stretching them even more. The obscene and lewd slaps of his heavy balls against you and his cocks squelching inside your messy holes are just echoing in your little bedroom, mingling with his heavy breaths and moans.

“I’m going to fil you up, you’re going to sleep so good,” he teases softly, and he does just that, making you cum until you pass out, but he knows you love him fucking you in your sleep. “Ah, sweet kitten, so tuckered out.”

He can't help but smile affectionately at how adorable you are like this underneath him.

Sylus keeps fucking your now limp body, you’re already dreaming of him, he’s burning your brain and in that dream you’re gripping him, but in your room your sleepy little form is being abused. Both holes are wrecked by your ever loving dragon, making sure to pump you so full.

“You deserve all my cum, I won’t keep any inside,” he murmurs, kissing slack lips, a mix of your dream and reality clinging to him or just laying at your sides, holes lax and looser now that your body is at rest. “Ready, kitten?”

Dream ‘you’ says yes.

Reality ‘you’ whimpers.

Sylus fills you full with so much cum it’s already leaking back down his cock with the force of it, with how both holes pulsate and milk him, moaning and kissing your sleeping form. You’re lightly snoring when he pulls out, leaning back with dripping cocks and a sweat sheened body, smirking as he studies your relaxed body.

“I’m coming to work with you.”

“Mnh.” Your answer in your sleep is – ‘you better behave’.

Sure he will.

 *****

Sylus said he would behave, so you let him come to work with you every day that next week, he kisses on you, rubs your shoulders, pecks loving little kisses along your cheek. He holds you and sits under you in your chair, whispering things in your ear that make you giggle out loud, thankful no one could hear. When it’s involving him, it’s just like you’re invisible with him, but you’ll kiss him back, let him tell you sweet stories that make your day better.

It’s all too perfect.

Soon, his touches get a little bolder as your manager flirts more, jealous and possessive, which just makes you wet for him, sneaking more kisses, letting his touches grow bolder. He comes everywhere, including for drinks after work at the local bar across the street, where he makes sure to bury his face against your cunt under the table.

That’s when you let him, though, do more, the thrill of his fingers buried while you smile and talk to your manager and your clients even is filthy. The squelching of your cunt and his moans in your ear are completely imperceptible to any of them, even as your eyes roll back and you squirt down the seat, no one can even see.

Your manager does ask you out, and Sylus is currently grinding you against his cocks, your skirt scrunched up, top plunged open with your pretty tits in his hold. You laugh softly, before clearing your throat, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I can’t go out with you.”

He frowns a bit then. “Oh, why? Aren’t you… single? It wouldn’t be a problem at work, I assure you.”

“No,” Sylus drags one of his tips along your cunt, the other cock is pressing up against your clit, smacking your tummy and leaking on your skirt. You barely manage to focus on the real world, as he grunts and drags you down. “Ah!”

“Is everything okay?” You clear your throat, smiling as your demon boyfriend fucks into you, propping your feet up on his thighs and groaning.

“It’s fine! I um… I have a boyfriend…” Sylus chuckles now, smiling against your neck, his tail slipping up to press under your breasts, the tip of it brushing your puffy nipple.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you with anyone, I asked everyone at work first,” your manager is all flustered now, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck while Sylus bottoms out.

“F-fuck,” you’re looking at him now, him smirking at you, one cock in your hole, the other just brushing your clit over and over. “Too deep!”

“You called me your boyfriend,” he’s grinning, almost adorable for a dragon / demon truly, big arms wrapping you so that he’s using you, like a doll to fuck up and down, milking one of his cocks. The other is dripping pre on your skirt. “You want to be my girlfriend?”

“I d-do,” you’re gasping out again, your manager is walking off awkwardly, and some annoying rude customers are coming in to see you, but Sylus is working you so good, his tip drooling against your cervix. “I want to be y-yours.”

“You are mine, kitten,” he whispers, a hand cupping your chin, kissing you messy and moaning as saliva drips between your lips, his eyes glinting ruby while your own roll back, feeling your orgasm hitting. “That’s it, let me fill you up – have my little dragons, hmm?”

“Your… what!?” You’re too far gone though, as he slams you down hard, rocking against your cervix and groaning out, making you shatter and spasm around him.

Sylus can’t wait to keep you in his cave for good, breeding you like the perfect dragon wife.

He’s pretty sure you’ll survive.