Donovan

“It sits very well on me, Sir. Wearing a collar means that I am owned by a Master and that means I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing” she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed with the Master when her chin was forced up, a low content growl coming from her at the handling. The hound kept herself submissive and didn’t attempt to even stop the Master, not that she could have. But to have the attention from a demon was what she deeply craved. “I was never one to express my opinion, spending time talking is less time doing…” she admitted, her body reacting to his touch “Please, sir…Fuck me” she nodded, giving a low pant at him. 

Her confirmation was all he needed. Frankly, Donovan was a man of action too so he had no qualms about switching gears. He growled and picked her up, shoving her against the opposite wall and trapping her with his body. Donovan spared Las only a quick glance before he captured her lips in a rough kiss, a hand tight around her neck as he ground himself against her body to get himself ready. 

it was possible to get him to accept someone new. as long as ares wasn’t forced into a position he didn’t want to be in, he would have willingly accepted a new demon for his master. “ he didn’t give me the option of saying no. “ then again, the higher ups hadn’t given him that option, either. at the end of the day, he was still just a hound and hell had an order. “ he wanted more power than he should have been able to have. “ he always used to tell ares he was a business man, but the hound felt differently. “ give me a choice. “ this wasn’t hell.

Donovan sighed. Just the answer he wasn’t looking for. If he gave Violet a choice, she would never be his. He shook his head and straightened up. Despite his disappointment, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun for now, until he figured out a better way to get what he wanted. This hound was at least respectful and not a brat so it was worth his time. “What’s your name, dog?” he asked. “I’ll give you the choice of whether you want some fresh air and are willing to join me in my bedroom tonight.”

Teddy’s fingers clutched to the dagger as if letting go of it would kill – and it actually might, but she wasn’t the kind of person who would just give up. Her entire life had become a game of survival, doing anything to keep herself alive, even if that meant fighting against impossible odds. “I don’t think I care.” Her cheek was stained red, the blood dripping from her jaw, onto the pink t-shirt she’d been forced into wearing – at least one good thing came from this interaction – but she was completely unfazed by his words. Let the people around them stare, she was the one on her knees. 

Her gaze never faltered, never once dropped from his face as he stepped closer to her. “No,” The defiance was clear in her tone, the witch weighing her options. She could go for his knees, take him down that way and stab him in the throat, but that left too many loose ends. He could just as easily take her out before she got the blade into his neck. Stabbing him in the hand, now that could give her the chance to knock him down and run, but she wasn’t entirely sure how far she’d get. “I don’t think I will.”

Since the girl didn’t move, he took the first step, speeding towards her and grabbing the hand that was on the knife, he began squeezing it tightly. “Are you willing to hold on to it, at the risk of me breaking the bones in your fragile little hands?” He could tell she was used to roughing it up with people but Donovan was a demon and a lot stronger than just a simple person. If he wanted to break her hand, he could and would do it.

Still, he was intrigued. It was clear that this girl was used to rebelling and while he tended to escalate things quickly (knowing that pure pain was enough to break everyone), he wanted to see how far he had to go to push her. He wanted to find the exact line he had to reach to make her submit. His hand began to heat up, slowly building up to fiery ignition.

“ i apologize. “ he wasn’t a bad dog. he was just very protective over a man who treated him right. “ because he wasn’t my master. he forcefully became my master when my last one died. “ he knew better than to raise his voice at a demon. all his training was there for a reason. the boy lowered his head as a sign of submission, his body relaxing. “ i think he was part of the reason my last master died in the first place. “

Donovan nodded in satisfaction when he bowed his head, his tone lowered. “You remind me of someone I know,” he mused, unable to resist the urge to compare him to Violet. Loyal to a fault, refusal to submit to the next one who came along who clearly wanted them. “And how did he force you? Whatever he did, I won’t do.” Donovan always believed in learning from other people’s mistakes. “What would get you to willingly accept a new master, dog?”

With the thumb pushed into his mouth Avery whimpered. His tongue swirled around the thumb a few times enjoying the way the other played with his mouth. “Yes sir. Please sir, please give me your cum. I haven’t had any in while. I need it sir.” He spoke around the thumb, aroused by the entire situation. He could feel eyes and assumed a couple guards were not only watching but getting off too. It just made Avery hard more. 

It had been far too long since someone truly dominated him. Avery was enjoying every bit of it. Being told to look at the man, his cock held away from him, the phoenix moved his brown eyes up to stare at the man. “More….please. Fuck my mouth until you cum, then use me just the same.”

It had been awhile since Avery let himself be used. However it all went straight down. He was already hard as the man held him in place, let him up for a quick amount of air and then brought his head right back down. Just for fun he pulled off for a second and kitten licked the tip. Placing his hands behind his back he opened his mouth. “Fuck my mouth please.”

“Devilishly handsome.”

With his jaw in the male’s hand hi smirked. Hands already undoing the master’s pants. Eyes scanned to see a few guards approaching. “I’ll do a very good job.” Moving to his knees Avery pulled out the man’s cock stroking it a bit before letting his tongue move from the base of the shaft to the tip a few times. He then let the warm muscle switch the tip of the cock before taking the man to the back of his throat. Holding him for a moment, Avery then bobbed his head at a quicker pace.

Seeing the man Avery moved from his cot to the cell bars. “Oh? And how should I do that? Blow you right here? Bend over and let you fuck me through the bars? They both sound good. I do like an audience.” The boy smirked tilting his head as he looked the male up and down.

Donovan grinned. Finally someone who knew how to have fun. “I love an audience.” He gestured for the guard to open the cell and approached the boy, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to meet his eyes. “And I especially love a boy on his knees. If you do a good job, I’ll take you back to my place and we can have some real fun.” He spoke loudly enough so everyone around turned their eyes onto them. Donovan loved the attention.

He teleported to the Chateau and marched down the line of cells, looking for the creature who wanted his wish granted. When he spotted him, he broke open the door and faced the boy. “I have nothing to prove, boy. But you? If you want me to fuck you senseless, you have to show me just how good you are.” 

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“My little flower, Violet.”

“I think I’m more of a daddy so I would correct that to ‘demon godfather,’ but I only grant wishes to good boys who do the chores looking pretty and without complaint. Are you a good boy?”

1. Las, she’s such a good little hound. Very easy to deal with. Would recommend.

No one else has pleased me in any way. The training here is subpar.

“They took out all my earrings, I was very proud of them, some of them I’d taken off bodies of my victims. I do miss them and wonder what happened to them daily” The hound admitted, knowing full well the guards hated earrings and it frustrated her beyond belief.  “Well, I suppose getting caught and brought here showed weakness in Hell, it didn’t look good for the elite” she admitted, not making eye contact with the Master as she spoke, she knew better. The blonde keeping her gaze down as hair was brushed from her face “I miss my black coat and spiked collar…I was always best in show” she murmured, before her eyebrows furrowed, wanting to agree with him so badly about the crappy master aspect- but she couldn’t bring herself out of loyalty to say so.

Donovan couldn’t help but hum. “You would look lovely in a spiked collar.” He grabbed her neck and forced her chin upwards, exposing it. “It seems like such a waste not to have one on you.” He suddenly moved behind her and bent her over the kitchen island, his hand on the back of her neck. “You also would be quite a sight on your hands and knees.” 

“This question is based on the presumption that there has been a position I’ve never tried.”