lovebug

Mephisto paused, allowing his pen to dip into an inkwell as he blinked heavily. Eyes burning in the candlelight, no longer certain what language he had just written in. The dark letters were immaculate, of course, but the looping whorls and swirls made him rather dizzy trying to decipher them. Surely this was meant to be in a particular demonic dialect no one has used outside of academia in centuries, right?

His office was quiet. Windows drawn, door shut, and every inch neat and tidy as it had been some hours ago when he set to work. Meticulous and orderly as it should be… yet it was missing a crucial element. Something to distract him just as much as his paramour pushed him to properly fill out his paperwork and tend to his duties. It wasn’t like Mephisto didn’t know where Kirin was.

He knew exactly where his cute secretary was.

Not by his side—which was exactly the problem.

Sure, it was because the man was an incubus and needed to feed on other souls beside his own to be healthy. And Mephisto wanted Kirin very healthy indeed—but did it have to be… other people?

Could he not do this one, simple thing and defy all known laws dictating demonic lives and their bodies and subsist only on what he provides?

Couldn’t be such a terrible ask, could it?

But no… it really was. Even demons as powerful as himself had limits, damn the circumstances or wants. And oh… did Mephisto want. It was truly a terrible affliction to have—this wanting.

Sighing, Mephisto put everything away, some dark thread spinning in the back of his mind. Returning to his quarters as the scant fibers gathered into a tether, tugging his idle thoughts to something that would ease this aching. Heart or loins or both, it hardly mattered where his lover is concerned. Same either way.

It wouldn’t do to imagine Kirin with some late night snack—he’d broken several pens entertaining that train of thought before. But still… were they as good to Kirin as him? Did Kirin make those sweet noises and sultry looks with his meals as he did in Mephisto’s bed—and anywhere else Mephisto sees fit to have him?

Surely Kirin’s taste wasn’t that atrocious? Eventually, someone has to do it as well as Mephisto can, if only just for one night.

Maybe even better.

The thought was a vile, insidious whisper. His fangs grinding against each other in protest, wishing that warm stretch of skin was before him so he could sink in deep until Kirin confessed the truth.

That he belonged to Mephisto in all possible ways and would never crave another until time itself unwound. And even then, the powers that be would have to pry their hands apart.

He slipped between silk sheets, already debating how best to shatter Kirin’s resolve until his unsuspecting lover was confessing all sorts of things when he noticed the calendar on the wall. It was a silly thing, plastered with baby animals for every month of the human calendar year with reminders scrawled on it. A personal reminder, rather than the official one in his office. Anniversaries, special dates, and other such things.

That thread sang with potential.

Deep, burning jealousy banked as though drowned in ice water.

When Kirin returned, freshly bathed—Mephisto hated the smell of others in their bed, what a good boy, always remembering—he was met with soft kisses along his shoulder and the intimate brush of an invitation in his ear. A brief flash of suspicion in his gold eyes before it was shrugged off. It wasn’t unusual for Mephisto to spoil them, after all.

And a few weeks at a luxury resort was hardly a difficult ask, now was it?

So now they’re here. Basking in the sun on a balcony with the ocean waves crashing somewhere below on a pristine, white beach. Sea salt on his tongue as they sip margaritas while debating how best to spend their afternoon. Kirin, of course, thought it would be nice to go down to the beach and truthfully, Mephisto was charmed by the mental image.

There would be sunscreen, of course, and a need for willing hands to apply it.

The alternative was masseuses in a private room, but, really, Mephisto came here to get away from the image of another’s hands all over Kirin. He was perfectly capable of a massage himself if that was so desired. Not that it was part of the ultimate plan, though.

Surely, Kirin must be getting so suspicious by now?

Mephisto wasn’t well known for keeping his hands to himself, after all. And it’s been nearly three days of nothing more than a kiss here and there. Maybe a little squeeze of Kirin’s ass when the incubus picked a book off the floor. A slow stroke down that delicately arched spine as they lay in bed after a long day of nothing more strenuous than sea breeze and sunshine. His behavior had been down right saintly, all things considered.

What a strange change of pace for him.

It wasn’t that Mephisto never thought deeply of their relationship before. Truly, he often thought too much of it. From those auspicious beginnings with a contract and curiosity to the turbulent resentment that followed.

He could still remember seeing the redness on Kirin’s skin, holy burns shimmering with divinity of words alone as the wayward demon read scripture to preserve memory in suffering. He didn’t even know you could do that. He hadn’t understood it at the time, not really. Even now, Mephisto doesn’t get why anyone would do that to themselves. Holy energy repels his entire being, after all, and he’d never been so fool as to burn himself on a flame and go back for more of the same.

Things had certainly mellowed out with time and Mephisto was quite thankful for it.

Mephisto let a small pool of sun cream gather in his palm before working it into Kirin’s shoulders, moving down and out with firm pressure. Simply enjoying the delicate shiver of muscles when he playfully snapped the strap of Kirin’s cute bikini top. That earned him a wry glare but little comment besides. Teasing just a little and flicking a glob of it onto Kirin’s nose before rubbing it in with his thumb, mindful of his nails. Watching Kirin side-eye him with a soft smile as their faces drifted closer.

Lips meeting soft and slow, pressing together until Mephisto could feel the sun cream smear onto his own nose. The sensation warm and tacky from the heat on Kirin’s cheeks, though not unpleasant somehow. Mixing with the fairly mild alcoholic buzz and tang of salt from the rim in their shared kiss. Something sweet on the back end, perhaps the fruit samples Kirin pretends not to pick from when Mephisto also pretends not to look.

Truly, Mephisto tolerates a lot with the simple addition of being Kirin’s attached to it.

Hot sand shifted beneath their sandals, knees meeting a soft beach towel as one of them finally stopped pretending they wanted to stand even a moment longer. Mephisto wasn’t even sure who faltered first. Was it Kirin? Who’s whole body shuddered as Mephisto’s tongue traced the delicate arch of his upper lip? Or Mephisto who felt the earth shake with the quiet, muffled mewl for more when their teeth clicked together?

Perhaps the afterburn of incubus spit going down his throat? Oh—but that excuse didn’t really work after the first decade of their affair meeting bedsheets.

Either way, it ended with cotton digging into Mephisto’s skin as he kneeled over Kirin, hair splayed out beneath him in a fetching wash of ebony and silver streaks. Cheeks flushed with warmth and a devilish glint in his eyes that Mephisto found so terribly distracting, even now. Then it slipped through, like a poison dagger.

Did he look this delicious in a cheap stranger’s bed?

There was a time this insidious little worm of a thought would have ruined his entire day. And everyone else’s around him as well.

Instead he combated it with another.

Even if Kirin did, they’d never keep him like Mephisto could. Did.

Who was he kidding, after all?

Like there was anyone who could love Kirin like he did?

Love… love?

What a strange thought.

Mephisto chuckled, slipping to the side and hefting up Kirin with a snide grin as he raced to the waters before Kirin could stop him. Arms tight under Kirin’s knees and behind his back as the cool ocean waves smacked his shins and seeped up to his waist before utterly launching Kirin into the water with a wild laugh. Choking on his mirth as Kirin sputtered, flailing before simply standing, utterly drenched and furious with that sharp smile that made Mephisto’s heart stutter.

All before a wild chase, that, naturally, led to them both being utterly soaked and panting into the sand for air. For once, winded for reasons outside the bedroom.

Kirin laughed, wiping at his face as his tongue idly played with the snake bite piercing on one side of his bottom lip, shaking his head as he looked to Mephisto with amusement. Hair wet and draped over golden skin, warmed by the sun and slick.

What an utter mess, Mephisto thought, and how I love him so…

It is said, whispered even among demon kind, that love was as close to divinity that they could get. To have love, to be loved, and to feel love meant they were not beyond redemption yet. Mephisto wasn’t too sure about that—personally, the big man upstairs could stay there for all he cared… he had everything he needed right here. It always seemed like such a fancy word for want in his eyes.

It wasn’t like Mephisto was some crotchety old man, bitter at the world spitting ‘love’ like it was a foul curse.

It just seemed… silly, most of the time.

After all, how could four little letters—in the English language at least—fully hold such sway over people? ‘Fool’ suited such people that let so simple a word dictate their whole lives. Those that let it cloud their thoughts, allowed so much want to drive them to ridiculous bargains that the likes of himself take advantage of, why, it hardly bore thinking about. It never mattered.

Until it did.

Figures, didn’t it? That four letters wasn’t good enough for Mephisto, so he chose five instead.

Kirin…

Oh, what a ridiculous predicament he found himself in.

Perhaps love was in the aftermath. In the shape of someone in your life. Truly, every room seemed a little more dim when Kirin wasn’t there by his side. His absence it’s own entity, it’s own sound. And Mephisto could be easily persuaded to do terribly irrational things if it meant bringing him back once more. Keeping him as long as he is able…

Was this how it felt?

On the other end of that room?

Is this how Kirin felt, holding the worn scripture book, leather slick against his palms? Or even when Mephisto took away the tool for holy fire so he simply recited it from memory? Was it love that burned Kirin’s skin and delicate lips? Is that how mere words bore the weight sin could not contain? True devotion knows no bounds, nor bonds nor restraint. Mephisto had seen it, time and time again.

If love is truly so close to divinity, would Mephisto burn just to hold him close? Did he not already when passion sought it’s only end? In the hands, heart, and body of his lover?

And even if he did suddenly feel holy fire at Kirin’s touch, could he stop?

Would he?

No… Mephisto didn’t think he ever would. Greedy and selfish as he’s always been, those core traits that mark his demonic heritage that he wore so well. They’d be his ruin. Mephisto knew it.

But oh, is it not love that tells you the fire is beautiful as it burns you?

Is it not the same fire that seeps into the soul after an eternity of dark?

Mephisto wasn’t sure anymore.

He’d leave the mad musings about the nature of divinity to priests and scholars—he had no use for them here. No answers that would suit him more than how sweetly he could pull Kirin in close for another kiss before the devious bastard clutched him tight.

And then pitched to the side with howling laughter as they both slammed into the waves below as a final act of revenge for his earlier mischief.

The shadows were long and languid by the time they retreated to the villa, food already set on the table as night fell. Professional service, as expected. It was a lighter fare tonight, as requested, steadily creeping into finger food territory towards the end of their stay. The mood was soft, their faces warm from sun and laughter after a day of play. Really, even if he hadn’t had a plan this entire time, the trip had been a wonderful idea.

Getting his lover out of his uniform was always a wonderful change of pace.

Plucking a grape from one of the serving dishes, Mephisto popped it into his mouth. The flavor was tart and perfect, so he took another and offered it to Kirin. Watching as his gold eyes shifted with a mix of suspicion and intrigue before leaning forward and delicately sinking his teeth into the ripe berry. His tongue slipping under to swallow it whole with a cheeky flick against Mephisto’s fingers.

Unable to help himself, Mephisto chased Kirin’s tongue, pressing down on the soft muscle until he closed his lips and sucked. Eyes still locked with his own.

Amused, Mephisto pulled back.

“Come now, there’s no need to let a good meal go to waste. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.” Rather than be mollified, Kirin just looked increasingly suspicious.

“That’s the fifth time you’ve redirected me—did something happen? Usually, you’d have bent me over the table by now, Samael.” Kirin’s voice was deceptively light, but Mephisto had known the man for far too long to be fooled so easily.

There was an undercurrent of unease in his voice. A strange tension he so rarely had in his shoulders, like he was waiting for something to happen that would devastate him.

Mephisto took a moment to reassess.

This was meant to be a slow burn, a tease until he wrung them both out—incapable of thought let alone words. Bodies collapsed into each other like broken stars, nothing but trembling muscle and pretty mewling. But what would it have looked like from Kirin’s side?

His long-term lover, once-still-sort-of-is-debtor, takes him on a luxurious vacation where they aren’t fucking like rabbits. It’s been days of nothing more intense than tongue when they kissed before Mephisto redirects them. Happy, sure, but not the intensely physical affair they typically share. It’s been centuries but Kirin was still painfully human in some small ways, just as Mephisto is a demon no matter what face he wears or name he bears.

And if they were just humans…

This would look an awful lot like one last good time before it all ends. A high note before the extinction burst.

Kirin seemed to think Mephisto was ending their relationship—absolutely not.

The idea was so foreign and repugnant to Mephisto he nearly couldn’t stop his nose from wrinkling in disgust.

Any demon worth their damned salt would literally die before letting go! Let alone letting go of someone as endlessly enchanting and endearing as Kirin.

Still, this is Mephisto’s fault.

He got too wrapped up in his little plans that he forgot to lay a trail of bread crumbs for his sweet incubus to follow.

Mephisto turned in his chair, scooting closer to properly look to Kirin—the other man instantly alert, gold eyes locked on his with confusion and worry. Their knees brushing as Mephisto let the curve of Kirin’s cheeks rest in his palms, the two of them drifting closer until their foreheads pressed together. Mephisto indulged for a moment, in the soft warmth of their skin, the delicate sweetness of Kirin’s natural scent. Kissed with sea salt and sunlight.

When he opened his eyes, Kirin was relaxed, gaze somewhat hazy as he leaned into the embrace. Sensing the underlying arousal that drifted lazily through Mephisto every time they held each other.

“Oh, my sweetness—you fear our parting, do you not?” Mephisto breathed out, clicking his tongue and massaging his thumbs into Kirin’s cheeks when the man tensed. “Cast those thoughts from your mind. Parting was never my intent. Will never be my intent. All this? For us. To spend time together, just us. Away from silly distractions or duties I care very little for. I simply wanted… to take my time with you. I may, yes?” he asked, voice low and soothing, keeping their lips from doing more than brushing as he spoke. Even if all he wanted right then was to drink deep of Kirin.

He wanted it all.

The things the soul didn’t care to carry—the worries and sorrows. Joys and delights.

Mephisto wanted the cosmos itself to become confused as to where one ended and the other began, so that they could never fully be separated.

“…yes. All the time you need, Samael.” Kirin breathed out, pushing his chin forward so his words smeared into Mephisto’s lips, “I want you to take all of me.”

“Always the plan, my dear.” Mephisto chuckled, taking Kirin’s bottom lip between his teeth lightly before slipping in his tongue. Soft and slow, drawing out precious little sounds before pulling away. His hands sweeping down to Kirin’s waist and lifting him up onto his lap, settling Kirin in place with an indulgent kiss under his jaw. Turning to the table so they may properly enjoy their meal. “But first, food. They worked awful hard on our meal, would be a shame to waste it.”

Kirin pouted but was mollified when Mephisto plucked a honey biscuit and pressed the warm bread to his lips. The two sampling at their leisure, more often than not pressing food to the other’s lips. A biscuit. A ripe cherry tomato. A bite of salad or spoonful of soup. Always with teasing glances and lingering gazes on each other’s lips and throats.

Mephisto was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. Eyes lingering on flushed lips and soft eyes as they considered the next best morsal to present to the other. It was so… domestic. Not even remotely phallic symbolism to excuse himself with. It was just… caring for each other. Arguably sickening and honey-sweet, he’d probably gag if he saw anyone else being this damn ridiculous.

But all he could think of was the pleased hum that vibrated against his skin when he pressed a hearty serving of warm soup to his lover’s lips. The way Kirin’s eyes widened and lips quirked with delight when he nearly purred around a flaky biscuit slipped between his teeth.

They should do this more often.

The chefs would riot. But Mephisto didn’t fucking care, he’d felt less intimate with his cock balls deep in Kirin’s throat.

This was ridiculous.

They were ridiculous.

But the culprits were few when a low whine rang out in the small dining area upon realizing all the food was gone. Kirin seemed put out, at least, so Mephisto knew it wasn’t just him that was disappointed, if nothing else. Mephisto pressed his nose into the warm space behind Kirin’s ear, nuzzling into his hairline.

“Full, my sweet?” he whispered, smiling as a delicate shudder raced down Kirin’s spine.

Kirin grabbed his wrist, pulling Mephisto’s hand up to nuzzle his palm with a sultry look, pressing kisses to the thin skin over his wrist.

“And if I’m still hungry?” he asked playfully.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Mephisto purred, stroking Kirin’s lips with his thumb before lifting him up, carrying him through the private villa until they reached the bedroom. Tossing Kirin onto the bed with a soft chuckle, his claws delicately plucking the waistband of Kirin’s swim shorts. Pulling down under Kirin’s watchful gaze, the both of them trying very hard not to laugh as Mephisto stripped him bare. Bikini top pulled free, the knots already loosened with Kirin’s squirming, beasts soft and pebbled in the cool air. A small, silver stud decorating his belly button that Mephisto couldn’t help but warm in his mouth as he massaged the curve of Kirin’s hips. “I hope you don’t mind me indulging first, my dear.”

Kirin would have said something, Mephisto is sure of it, but any words he may have said were silenced as he fell upon Kirin’s cock. Pressing the swollen length into his mouth, nose buried against soft skin and downy pubic hair. Thighs quaking as they draped over his shoulders, ankles pressing into his back while his chin grew damp from pressing into Kirin’s folds. Teasing the slick opening in a way that drove Kirin wild as his tongue slipped down, letting his cock fall deeper into his mouth as he lapped between folds like he was starving. Slow, sucking pulls until Kirin’s pussy popped free only to descend upon him once more.

Poor baby, Kirin was already on the edge of madness and Mephisto had only just gotten started. Too slow to fully crest over that hill and too harsh to be soothing, that fine line that only someone who’d spent many hours between Kirin’s thighs could accomplish. Soft keens mostly ignored save for the amusing ego boost of having an incubus begging him without words. Traditionally, it’s the other way around, but tradition falls short of reality when Mephisto get’s his hands on Kirin.

Steady, no slower or faster. Nothing to give Kirin what he needed beyond what Mephisto allowed. Sharp nails digging into his scalp doing little to persuade Mephisto from his ultimate goal. The most precious sounds falling free when he decided to delicately fasten his teeth around Kirin’s throbbing cock, hands almost bruising to keep Kirin’s hips from jerking and injuring himself. Mephisto had no intention of hurting his lover, after all… just… relishing.

Dipping his head a little lower, letting Kirin’s cock slip free of his torment to grind onto his nose as he lapped at the dipping slick just beneath it. Sucking on his sensitive folds before his tongue pressed deep—Kirin shrieked, wild and loud when he did so, entire body freezing up on the very edge. And Mephisto backed off, letting his tongue swirl just in the clenching opening of Kirin’s pussy, keeping Kirin pressed firmly into the mattress as his nose merely brushed the throbbing mess of Kirin’s cock. Not enough to let Kirin fully relax, but so achingly far from letting him cum.

Muscles slowly stopped trembling. Spine relaxing as Kirin tried to focus on his breathing.

He knew better than to beg. Begging just made Mephisto worse.

But there was definitely an edge of need as Mephisto picked back up his teasing. Tongue slipping deep, pressing hard against Kirin’s quivering walls as he clenched with desperation. Tail, usually so behaved, curling up his bicep to squeeze. Mephisto chuckled, letting his tongue fall free of the slick he’d been drowning in to press a messy kiss to Kirin’s thigh. Laving and sucking a dark mark there before sinking his teeth into the quivering muscle. Releasing the bruised area to mark a little higher up, mean and harsh as Kirin whined. Pausing after a fourth mark to blow across his exposed folds only to move to the other thigh instead.

They’d heal within the hour, but the memory would last much longer, Mephisto knew. It could be a month before Mephisto grasping Kirin’s inner thigh wouldn’t burn the incubus with the memory of hot teeth and tongue in his vulnerable flesh.

It was only after a particularly harsh bite that Mephisto struck, turning his head and sucking Kirin’s cock hard enough to hollow his cheeks—the result was immediate.

A seizing of Kirin’s whole body, spine snapping into an arch as his thighs shook, unable to process the need to clench with the sting of many bites.

A soft, broken sob before the damn broke. Utterly drenching Mephisto’s chin as he kept going. Harder, in fact, relishing the wild and loud keening as one orgasm bled into another, deeper one. Overwhelming his sweet lover after an eternity of patience.

“Go on, my dear. Give it all to me, let me have every last drop from you.” Mephisto praised, pressing a heavy hand onto Kirin’s belly to free one, letting his fingers sink deep into Kirin’s body. Ruthless and cruel, and Kirin loved every second of it. Sobbing and riding Mephisto’s fingers and tongue. Spiraling deeper as the room grew hot and damp from their passion, skin slick with sweat.

And the entire time it was under Mephisto’s watchful gaze. Pleased and so very satisfied with every flushed gasp and whine.

An ordinary human would be screaming and crying right now.

A typical demon would be trying to run from the pleasure.

But Kirin?

Mephisto’s beloved, keeper of his heart?

Oh, Kirin pressed closer. Body falling apart in an effort to unravel to Mephisto’s satisfaction, faintly aware this was only the beginning of what Mephisto wanted to do to him. What little was able to think, at least. And Mephisto was working very hard to keep that ability as weak as possible.

Kirin didn’t need to think right now.

Thinking is what led him to believe for even a second that Mephisto would let him go. A strange, terrible thought Mephisto was silencing with his tongue so deep in Kirin’s pussy and palm heavy over his womb that if the incubus could do more than weep he’d realize where this was going. Where it was inevitably going once Mephisto thought too hard about others partaking in his body.

Mephisto’s pussy.

Mephisto’s pretty cock.

Kirin would always come back to him, but what if someone else didn’t know that? What if they thought a simple night in the sheets meant something more?

“—can’t have that. Won’t stand it. ‘S why you have to take it all, sweetness. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Mephisto panted, dizzy and drunk on slick cum dripping all over his face. Curling forward like a beast over a meal, like a sinner clutching a pew begging for a sign of divinity. The heat—the heat on his face, was it from the natural warmth of Kirin’s pussy or something else?—he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted so fucking bad it drove him insane.

This would fix him.

Whatever was fucking wrong with him, this would fix it.

What’s always been off about him, that part he could never stand when left with his thoughts—he could drown it here. Soak it like healing water and be saved from wretched misery.

Kirin was crying out his name in broken sobs, only recognizable by the sheer unlikeliness his vowels and consonants could form anything else.

“Mmmnn—AaAaAHN—Mmm—L-Lor’~! AA-MM-EEHL~!” There was a different warmth present, pressing into his cheeks. Thighs clenching as flickers of healing fire began removing any trace Mephisto had left behind. Mad with hunger for something that lasts, he lashed out, biting hard over a spot that was nearly wiped clean, hand drenched as he fucked Kirin’s trembling body harder. He could taste Kirin’s magic healing around his teeth as he snarled.

Any worry it was too much drowned out by the sheer wave of slick dripping down his wrist. Teeth clenching harder until Kirin screamed, falling apart like his strings had been cut. Utterly at Mephisto’s mercy, fingers slowing down, going from brutalizing his walls to stroking gently. Fangs slipping free so his tongue could chase the ripple of fire. Palm rubbing over trembling womb to sooth his pretty mate.

“It’s okay, ‘m not mad. It’s just… you’re mine. And they need to see it. Every time you have to take another into your bed, I want them to burn with envy knowing they’ll never have you like I do.” Mephisto soothed, tongue heavy and lips swollen with the aftermath of his overzealous passion. “Can’t keep bruises on those pretty thighs but… you’ll keep what I put in here, right?” he asked, voice silk and savage possession as he pressed onto Kirin’s womb with intent.

Kirin gasped, swallowing hard as he struggled to wrap his lust-drunk head around what Mephisto was telling him.

So very generously, Mephisto gave him time, keeping his motions slow and steady. No longer bullying into overstimulation but merely banking that lustful fire for a moment. He watched Kirin catch his breath, eyes traveling down his shaking body and heaving breasts to Mephisto now drenched between his thighs. Grinning as those dazed eyes widened and pussy clenched.

“W-Want it, baby. N-Next heat, you’ll give it to me, right?” Kirin asked, soft and fragile with need.

Mephisto sneered, pressing down harder against the hot space within.

“Why wait till the next one, my dear? When I could just give you one right now?” he purred, laughing as he pulled his hand free, shoving off his shorts and smearing the slick over his cock as he got into position. Looming over Kirin as his pretty, drunk incubus realized what was happening. Looking around like there would be a calendar nearby tracking his heat cycle.

“A-Already?”

“What, disappointed?” Kirin shook his head desperately, arching up into Mephisto needily. Keening as the tip of his cock pushed open his swollen folds. “A little early, but that’s my fault. Was supposed to wait another few days—you know how I get with your cock in my mouth. But you’re ready, aren’t you? To carry my child again? Watch that belly swell with my heir? Bet Yuusuke would like a younger sibling or two.” He mused, watching his cock slip into Kirin’s eager pussy, palms hot on his shins. Pressing his mate open wide until he could see where his tip met flesh. Letting the heavy weight sit for a long moment. Relishing the sight before him.

Shifting onto his knees, Mephisto pressed Kirin’s legs up until they rested over his shoulders. Sinking low onto his belly, linking their hands together. Finally letting Kirin taste the mess he made on his tongue with a low groan.

Kirin tried to wriggle, arching his back to make Mephisto move. For a moment, Mephisto entertained the idea of merely cumming into Kirin and letting the incubus get off that way. Dripping wet with cum and slick on the idea of being bred rather than any action. And maybe he will… later.

For now, he needed to see Kirin lose it with every hilt of his cock. Beg for every thrust with his eyes and open his body for proof he was Mephisto’s pretty mate.

Pulling back, he watched Kirin bite his lip in protest only to gasp as he pressed back in deep. Every breath a brace for another pass into his tight body.

Let Kirin have his fill of other cocks. They’ll never be mine.

The thought spurred him on, jealousy and something covetous fueling his strokes. Eager to prove how much Kirin needed him with every hilt. He whispered his deepest worries into Kirin’s waiting lips.

“Do they satisfy you like I do, my dear? Do you think of them when you lie under me, taking my cock while dreaming of theirs? How hard is it to say my name?” Mephisto asked, baring his soul as he prepared to seed Kirin’s womb with a demonic egg. Tears gathering in his eyes as he licked Kirin’s teeth and throat. “Do you ever wish they were here? Inside you? Instead of me?”

Kirin shook his head.

“Never—even the ones who know what they’re doing—sometimes I pretend you’re watching. T-Telling me how good I am, how generous I am, letting them taste what’s yours. K-Knowing they can’t measure up to-to-y-yooou~! S-Samael! They’re not Samael!” Kirin cried out onto his tongue, whining as he came onto Mephisto’s cock, drenching their thighs with slick.

Mephisto was speechless for a moment.

Then he grinned.

“You are… so generous. So cruel. Knowing that one night is all they’ll ever get of what’s mine. And now, they’ll get to cry into your pussy knowing I filled it so good there’s no point in trying. Aspirational pussy.” Mephisto snorted, burying himself deeper, grunting as a swell began to move deep in his body. “My cruel darling, what a tease for those unfortunate souls. I hope you ruined them like I’m about to ruin you.”

“N-Not ruin!” Mephisto paused, feeling Kirin flutter on his cock. Leaning close, pressing Kirin’s thighs between their chests, grinding his cock in slow motions to ease the swell down his length. “S-Saved me, love. Your love saved me.”

Mephisto moaned, jerking into Kirin’s body as his infernal seed shot out, slamming into Kirin’s womb before sinking in deep. Another already bursting forward as Kirin’s pussy trembled, nearly scalding hot on his aching length.

“That’s—nngh~!—sac-cralidge you know.” Mephisto grunted, pressing messy kisses to Kirin’s face, curious how far gone his lover was.

“D-Don’t care! Y-You’re—shit, you’re filling me so good, Samael!” Kirin whined, trembling as he came hard, body tight as his clenching pulled forth the eggs Mephisto was laying in his willing body.

“Am I, love?” Mephisto teased, panting as he started to lose himself in the sensation of cum and eggs crawling out his cock in a steady march. Soft belly swelling where it met his, as though pushing him away when, clearly, Kirin needed more. “I think you could take some more. W-Want to see you take it till you weep.”

Kirin nodded, eyes clenched shut against another wave of cum and eggs as he keened.

“Won’t all take, obviously. Have all your heat to take more after I just… make room.” Mephisto waited for a pause in his filthy procession, pulling his cock free to let several eggs shoot out in the absence of his length before slamming back in. Railing Kirin into the mattress, shaking his mate and all the heavy eggs inside with every thrust as he laughed. Letting Kirin cum over and over again, pausing every once in a while to pull free and press down on his belly hard while he cried out before returning his cock where it belonged. Eggs crushed and staining the bedding with demonic fluid as night turned to day and back again.

Watching as they fell from spread thighs, Kirin’s face pressed into a pillow as he presented his cum slick folds and ass for Mephisto to watch. Catching one to push it back in, fucking his mate with it as several gathered against the walls of his pussy before letting go. Teasingly clicking his tongue about—

“What a waste, pretty boy. After all that work to give you what you need—oh well. Let’s try that again, hmm?” as he grabbed Kirin’s ass cheeks, spreading them open before slamming into the hilt.

Brief breaks spent sipping cool water and eating light snacks, sitting on Mephisto’s cock until Kirin shuddered, cumming from nothing but sweet words whispered in his ear about how handsome he looked swollen with Mephisto’s gift.

Ending with shaking limbs and a wrung out mate begging for Mephisto to just wait.

“W-Wanna keep them a little longer, Samael. P-Please~” Kirin begged softly with teary eyes, one hand on his swollen belly.

“If we wait, I’ll have to work you up again or it’ll hurt.” Mephisto warned. “Even if you beg me to just take them out.” Kirin whined, arching his back as he struggled to get comfortable with such a heavy weight in his abdomen.

Most wouldn’t take, after all. And they’d only know how many worked by what Kirin’s body refused to part with.

“Alright. Lay down on your side, my dear. We’ll handle it in the morning.” Mephisto finally conceded. Even as exhausted as he was, he was looking forward to making Kirin cry as he forced a majority of the eggs free with orgasm after orgasm.