– Seoah ₊˚⊹

Or try to, at the very least. You didn’t have much confidence in yourself, to be completely honest, a high priestess’ daughter that never quite lived up to the vast expectations set upon her. The spells you cast never seem to work the way you wanted, your sigils and talisman never doing their jobs quite right. You were the laughingstock of your coven, no one took you seriously— they would probably be happier without you there for their Samhain rituals anyway.

No matter, it’s all past upsetting you now. They will respect you soon enough.

You lounged on your stomach in your four-poster bed, clad in your nightgown and slippers as you had feigned to your mother that you were simply going to sleep. Your usually bright and lively bedroom was dark, the only light coming from your countless candles and the open window, where the brilliant full moon shone down onto your frame. With your blankets wrapped around you to shield you from the chilly air, you finish up the last few, finer details of your ritual. A drop of your blood smeared on the chest of a crude burlap poppet, stuffed with yarrow and nettles, held gently in your hands; its button eyes peer up at you, it’s stitched smile taunting as if it knows your intentions. Propped up against one of your many beady eyed stuffed animals was your grandmother’s old spellbook, open on her summoning circle ritual— you’ve heard countless stories of her skills as a conjurer, how effortless it was for her to summon the most powerful of demons to do her bidding. You had her blood in you, her power nestled somewhere deep inside of you… all you needed to do was believe.

Down below you on your bedroom floor, you had flipped up your fuzzy carpet and drawn a large pentagram on the hardwood in white chalk, large and thick to the point you had used up the entire box. Carefully around it’s points were five flickering black candles, their blueish flames a stark contrast to the decorative scented ones you had lit up to line every hard surface. Lavender scented because, according to your grandmother’s delicate handwriting, the gentle floral scent eased the minds of demons and made them more suggestible towards the desires of meddling magic users.

Latin was always your weakest subject at the academy, your voice unsure and wavering as you read the incantation aloud. You stumble on some of the syllables, even though you’ve been practicing for weeks now:

Te invoco a profundus inferni... esto subjecto voluntati meae… ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!

Along with those words, you toss your poppet into the center of the pentagram. The black candle’s flames erupt with spectacular heat and color, and all at once extinguish themselves in a cloud of thick black smoke. You wait expectantly, but everything is perfectly quiet and still, the smoke trailing out the open window and out into the night. The poppet lies motionless on the floor.

You sigh in disappointment. Maybe you just need to say it again—

CRASH!

A giant portal abruptly opens above the pentagram, sucking your little poppet into its cloudy, swirling vortex, and out in its place stumbles out a disgruntled dark-haired man. The force of the summoning makes him fall flat on his ass, that thick black smoke from before filling up your bedroom and snuffing out the rest of your candles. You’re plunged into darkness, coughing and waving the smoke away— you’re only able to good look at him once the smoke clears out your open window. The moonlight illuminates him form, crumpled and lying on the floor. He sits up with a pained groan, looking around at your bedroom in confusion; his eyes are a deep crimson red and reflect in the moonlight, his gaze paralyzing once he notices you up on your mattress. Pupils slit like a feline’s, he blinks up at you with his thick eyebrows furrowed. His otherworldly beauty takes your breath away, with high cheekbones and flawless pale skin, unmarked except for the two small moles that frame his strong nose. Atop his disheveled head of obsidian black hair, two sharp horns curls away from his skull, oxblood red and segmented like an antelope’s.

His inquisitive eyes travel to the pentagram beneath him, the ancient runes you had drawn around your bed in a circle, the chalk now smeared across his clothes.

He looks back up towards your bed. You gape at him from behind your sparkly pink canopy curtains, surrounded by stuffed animals in bows.

“I did it!” you squeal excitedly, clapping your hands together.

“H— how did you do that?!” the demon responds after a moment of stunned silence, seeming genuinely confused. “Where did you learn how to do that?!”

“Well, hello to you too,” you retort dryly, rolling your eyes. “I summoned you here, obviously. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Summoned me with what?! Why?!” he crows incredulously, taking another look around your frightfully girlish bedroom. He looks so out of place surrounded by pink floral wallpaper and dainty, feminine furniture.

“With my Grimoire, what else?” You pick up the old tome and dust the smoke residue off the pages. “It was a rather simple spell. Anyway, I—”

“You’re a witch?!”

You scowl down at him, holding your grandmother’s grimoire protectively against your chest. “What’s it matter to you?”

“But, you’re so… I mean— a little girl like you couldn’t possibly perform—”

“Excuse you!” you huff, incensed. “I’ll have you know that I come from one of the most powerful bloodlines in centuries! My mother is a high priestess, and so was her mother, and so was her mother before her! And I’m not a little girl, thank you, I am a grown woman, and a fully capable witch who summoned you here to do my bidding!”

The demon looks woefully unconvinced. He rises to his feet with a grumble, patting down his crumpled leather vest. “My apologies, your highness.” He snarks, “You just don’t quite… look the part. I’m sure you understand.”

Your scowl deepens. “What, were you expecting a hat and a cauldron?”

The corner of his lips tick up in a half smile, his gaze amused. “Perhaps a little. It’s been centuries since I’ve been up on Earth. Can’t say I’m thrilled to be back.”

With your grimoire still in your hands, you rise from your bed to stand and face the demon directly. He’s much, much taller than you expected him to be— you hardly come up to his shoulders even if you stood up as straight as you could. It’s deeply intimidating, but you try your hardest to keep a brave face. “I want to make a deal.”

“I assumed.” The devilishly handsome demon drawls. “What is it that you want?”

“Your power.”

“My power.” He echoes flatly. “You clearly have your own, with how you’ve managed to drag me up here. What do you need mine for? Besides, I ca—”

“Well, summoning you was the first successful spell I’ve casted in years!” you interrupt him loudly, crossing your arms. “I’m the biggest disappointment of my coven! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is, with my heritage?! When I was born, they said that I would grow up to be one of the most powerful high priestesses that’s ever lived— and instead I grew up as a failure.”

“You want me to be your patron, is what you’re asking.” The demon infers.

“Is that what it’s called? Then sure! I’ll do anything to make my family proud. I’ll give you whatever you want— I’ll give you my firstborn child! That’s what you demons always ask for, right?”

The demon stares at you in disbelief before sighing and pinching the sharp bridge of his nose. “You humans are so stupid.” he mutters under his breath.

“Then what do you want?” you scoff, offended. “Money? My soul?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want, because as I was trying to say before you rudely interrupted me, was that I can’t make any sort of “deal” with you. Not in the way you desire.”

“Bullshit! What do you mean you can’t make a deal with me?!”

“I’m just not that type of demon.” He explains tersely, straightening the disheveled collar of his undershirt. The top three buttons were undone, exposing  to you his neck and collarbones; a hypnotic strip of pale, unblemished skin. “You must’ve read your little spell wrong. Now, if you don’t mind, I really must get going— Hell is a very busy place, you know. Lots of board meetings.”

The demon snaps his fingers and that foggy portal reappears, resembling a miniature hurricane. It’s grey stormy clouds were tinged orange, like the reflection of a fire you couldn’t see. It stretches into the shape of a doorway tall enough for the towering demon, strong gusts of wind blowing out from it and whipping out at you. He goes to take a step into the shimmery void, but you reach out and catch him from the back of his vest.

 “But the spell specifically says it’s to summon a demon that would fulfill my deepest desires!” you yell over the howling of the wind, stopping the demon in his tracks. He peers back at you over his shoulder with an odd look in his eyes before snapping his fingers again, shutting the portal with a sudden sound akin to that of a vacuum.

As he turns back around, you notice that the very tips of his pointed ears are dusted pink. For some reason, you hadn’t thought that demons could blush— it was awfully cute, even with how intimidating he was. “What did you say?” he asks quietly, his low monotone voice edged with something unreadable.

“It said you would fulfill my deepest desires. If you couldn’t do that, why would the spell have summoned you?”

He blinks down at you owlishly, the blush spreading down to his high cheekbones. “Ah. That.” he chuckles nervously and without mirth. “That explains it.”

“Explains what?!” you place your hands on your hips, quirking your brow up at him challengingly.

“You misunderstood what that little book of yours meant by desires, pet. That incantation is actually to summon an… incubus.”

You blanch, pulling away from him sharply. “What?! Then why would my grandmother— oh, ew!”

The demon genuinely laughs at that, his snicker light and surprisingly gentle on the ears. It takes you a moment to recollect yourself, but now you are more headstrong than ever.

“Well, you’re still a demon either way, aren’t you? Surely you can do something to help me.”

You cock your head and watch the demon shuffle his feet and gaze down at the floor, his shiny leather boots kicking up chalk dust. “I’m not sure if I can even if I wanted to. You said that you were the laughing stock of your coven… I understand how you feel.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask him softly, slightly lowering your guard. Your demon loses his intimidating aura all at once, hunching in on himself petulantly.

“I’m a sorry excuse for an incubus.” He admits to the floor, sounding rather pitiful. “I’ve lived for centuries, but I’ve never had the courage to enter the human realm before. I’ve never even been summoned like this, not until tonight. I’m supposed to be preying on you mortals in your sleep and strengthening my powers, but you humans, you make me...”

“Make you what?” you press.

“You people frighten me, okay!? Especially you witches… though you are nowhere near as menacing as the other witches I’ve heard of.” He smiles again for a brief second before it once again slips off his face. “I’ve been nothing but Asmodeus’ desk jockey for the better part of 400 years. All the other incubi give me so much grief over being a coward, but I just can’t help it!”

His sad little pout was awfully endearing for a demon from hell.

“So you’ve never… you’re a virgin?” you ponder aloud, surprised by his confession. “A virgin incubus. I’ve never thought there would be such a thing.”

The incubus scowls, his perfect face still breathtakingly handsome even when screwed up in displeasure. “Don’t laugh at me, human. I could kill you where you stand if I wanted to.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You chortle, adjusting the straps of your nightgown— the incubus fails spectacularly at hiding how he was ogling your breasts, cleavage spilling out over the lace. “I don’t mean any offense, Mister Incubus, sir.”

“Shut up. Don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you then?” you can’t help but revel in the way the demon’s eyes eat you alive— while he seems gentle and harmless, the way his blood red eyes seem to glow with something dark and venomous when he gazes at your body leaves you shivering. Something darker seems to be hiding in him, scratching at the surface of this seemingly innocent demon. You yearned to discover just what that was.

“Sunghoon. My name is Sunghoon.” The demon mumbles to his shoes. He seems to have noticed that you’ve caught on to his staring, and was now avoiding eye contact. How cute.

“That’s not a very demonic name.” you remark playfully. “I like it, though. it suits you.”

Sunghoon huffs and rolls his eyes, but you can see the beginnings of a shy smile tug at the corner of his lips, his sharp, vampire-like teeth poking out in an oddly endearing way. You won’t let his attractiveness distract you, though— you took all this time and effort to summon him, even if you had meant to summon someone else, and you were determined to not let your effort be wasted.

“You must have some sort of powers that could help me out. I refuse to believe you can’t do anything.” You’ve always prided yourself on your persistence, even if you’ve been told time and time again how annoying it was. There was nothing wrong with being annoying, in your mind, as long as you got your way.

“You really aren’t going to let this go, are you.” Sunghoon sighs, defeated. “Listen, pet. I can’t give you my power, but I can give you my influence. As my thrall, I can help you better focus your magical ability; it won’t give you more power but rather strengthen the power you already have. What’s most important is that being bound to me by blood will give you the magnetism of a succubus yourself, able to bend the will of your fellow mortals—“

“That’s perfect!” you clap your hands together excitedly. “Close enough that I can make it work. You said you don’t do contracts or deals; is it just the honor system, or—?”

“You never let me finish.” Sunghoon growls in irritation, pinching his brow. “There’s a catch.”

“Of course there’s a catch, there’s always a catch when it comes to these things.” You snort. “What is it? Do I have to sell my soul? Devote my practice to Satan? I really don’t care what it is, it’s all light work to me.”

Sunghoon gives you a sideways glance, an odd, hesitant look in his serpentine eyes. “The only way I could make you my thrall would be if you were carrying a changeling.”

“You don’t mean…”

“I’d… have to get you pregnant, yes.” Sunghoon cringes, his pretty face flushing an even darker shade of pink. “A terrible trade, really, as good as it would look on my resume. There’s got to be another demon you could summon with that book of yours, one that could actually help you. I’ve never made a human my thrall, nor have I ever sired a changeling— I’m not sure of the full extent of my influence. It may be nothing like what you desire.”

That was the thing, though— there weren’t any other summoning spells in your grandmother’s grimoire. All you had was Sunghoon, with his handsome face and fit body, peering down at you with awfully human-like sympathy.              It made your insides twist uncomfortably.

“I don’t think you understand,” you start slowly, your clasped hands help firm against your chest, “That when I say that I will do anything to fulfil my destiny, I mean anything.”

Your words hang heavy in the air. Sunghoon’s angular face goes slack in disbelief, his eyes darting around like he would find the right words to say. There’s nothing for him to say, truthfully, because you made up your mind before he even tumbled his way into your bedroom. You’ve always wanted children anyways, a dream you’d given up as all the warlocks in your coven hardly ever gave you a second glance. There would be questions, sure, and maybe some scrutiny, but that was something you were used to. It would all pale in comparison to the fruit that you would bear.

Besides, your blushing, virginal incubus was very pleasing on the eyes. Copulating with him would be far from a chore.

Studying the hesitance still written on his face, you say; “You want to be a better demon, don’t you? You want the others to treat you with respect?”

“Yes.” he breathes.

“I can help you— we can help each other.” you take a confident stride towards him, placing a gentle palm on his chest; there’s no heartbeat, of course there wasn’t, but you imagine if there was it would be pattering away like a frightened mouse. “I can teach you everything you need to know about pleasing and taking from humans… if, in return, you give me what I want.”

“For me to fill your womb,” he supplies in hushed rapture, mesmerized by the junction of your throat.

You nod with a sensual smile and take another step closer, til your breasts pushed up against his chest and your noses were spaced only centimeters apart. “You help me and I’ll help you, okay?”

Sunghoon’s slit pupils flicker up to your lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his gulp, and you can see it on his face when his flimsy resolve crumbles. “…You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight. Under no other circumstance would I ever agree to— mmffh!”

You grab him by the lapels and smash your lips together, right in the middle of his sentence. His words are smothered by your soft persuasive mouth, Sunghoon frozen in shock for just a heartbeat before melting into you with a low moan of reckless abandon. You swallow the sound greedily, pawing at his vest, tilting your head to try and deepen the kiss— he indulges you with a forked tongue prodding at the seam of your lips, his sharpened canines nipping at you and sending shockwaves of desire down to your core. He’s far too good of a kisser to be as inexperienced as he claims, the ferocity leaving your knees weak and your thoughts spinning wildly. Its with your hands against his chest do you discover that Sunghoon does not breathe, and only allows you to pull away from him once your head became fuzzy from the lack of air. A thin string of spit connects your wet lips when you gasp for breath, snapping once his ophidian tongue darts out and licks across his bottom lip in a daze.

“Wow…” he whispers in awe, predatory eyes hooded beneath dark lashes. “Kissing humans is so much better than I thought it would be…”

He swoops down to recapture your lips, more demanding this time, that sinful tongue of his darting in to explore your mouth. The intensity of it borders on savage, your senses short-circuting— you push him away by his shoulders, tearing your lips apart. He makes a confused little noise, eyes glazed over, still dazed enough for you to grab ahold of him and shove him onto your mattress.

He's distracting you. Again.

Sunghoon lets out a huff when his backside hits the bed, confusion paralyzing him long enough for you to begin slipping off your nightgown.

“Woah, a little impatient, are you?” He laughs, “You humans can never do anything slow…ly…”

He grows quiet as the straps slide from your shoulders, the thin fabric pooling around your ankles. You’re left completely bare except for a pair of lace panties, a little wet spot already growing on the gusset. Sunghoon’s thick eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, open mouthed and ogling at your tits, round and perky with your nipples beginning to harden in the cool air. His hungry gaze roams over your figure, taking in every soft curve, the dimples in your hips, the outline of your waist in the moonlit night. His glowing red eyes drop to follow the movement of your hands as you slide your fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your thighs ‘til they joined your nightgown on the floor. You kick them aside and present yourself to him, naked and vulnerable at the foot of your own bed, and the incubus sprawled out upon your pillows and stuffed animals gets his first real look of a human pussy.

“Damn it all to hell.” He breathes, “You are so… beautiful.”

The sincerity in which he says it makes both your heart and your pussy flutter. You can’t hide your eagerness as you climb up upon the bed and onto Sunghoon’s inviting lap.

“Are you ready for your lesson?” you purr into his ear, your hand sliding up his thigh towards the growing bulge in his pants. Just the size of the bulge alone makes your head spin— and he’s not even fully hard yet.

“W-wait.” He mumbles, grabbing the wrist that squeezed him through his pants. “You’re so… small… and human sized… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Something you never expected to come from the mouth of a demon. You look back down at his ever growing erection, straining against the button of his trousers and just out of reach with his fingers tight around your wrist. “You can prep me. I suppose teaching you how to use your fingers is just as important as your cock…”

You slide off his lap and switch positions with him, lying with your legs spread above the blankets. Stuffed animals surrounded your head, peering down at you beady eyed— all cute and cuddly and nothing at all like the dark, salacious energy that filled the room, or the wicked smile that spreads across your face as Sunghoon slowly crawls his way in between your thighs. He stares enthralled at your pussy, spread open for him to admire; his hands shoot up to grasp at the meat of your thighs, his nails sharp and digging into your skin, seeming as if he was trying in vain to ground himself as he takes everything in.

“Oh, fuck,” he croaks, stroking your inner thigh, tantalizingly close to your core. “You’re already so wet, it’s dripping all over the sheets… have you been wanting me this whole time?”

Your words get stuck in your throat, shuddering in arousal as you nod coyly down at him. He screws his eyes shut and lets out a deep, pathetic groan.

“God, you’re sinful. I never thought I could get so aroused by a mortal.”

“I’m sorry, whose name was that?” you snicker quietly, still feeling mischievous even as your heart rattled in your chest. Sunghoon shoots you an irritated glare.

“Oh, be quiet.”

He shuts you up by sliding up to capture you in another searing hot kiss, demanding and passionate. His long, spindly fingers tease you with gentle touches, tracing the outline of your fluttering pussy lips at an agonizingly slow pace, taking his sweet time to finally allow his fingertips to brush over your clit, sink beneath the seam of your cunt and feel your wetness. You gasp against his lips, squirming beneath him. A knot forms deep in your belly, twisting with every jolt of pleasure from the soft strokes of his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing but air.

“What do I do?” he asks you, breaking the kiss to graze his lips and teeth across your cheek and jaw. “Show me how to make you feel good.”

“Just— just touch me!” you plead to him, “I want your fingers inside of me, please—”

Sunghoon starts with just one, long and deliciously thick, reaching deeper and filling you up better than your own fingers ever have as he slowly guides it inside your fluttering hole.  The stretch makes you gasp and claw at his shoulders, taken over by the relief of your aching.

Sunghoon freezes with his finger buried inside to the knuckle, unmoving as he peers down at you nervously. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! no, feels so good—“ his hesitation would be cute if you weren’t so worked up, desperately grinding your cunt against his hand. “Now curl your finger and move it in and out, nice and slow…”

He follows your directions dutifully, his movements slow and unsure, and despite his inexperience and anxiety, he quickly found a rhythm that flooded your shivering body with desire. Dizzying waves of ecstasy crashed through you as you buck your hips to meet his finger, whimpers and whines of delight falling from your open, panting mouth. His fingertip finds your spongey sweet spot, and electricity ripples fiercely beneath your skin, shockwaves to your core that make you moan in sweet agony.

“Am I doing good, little human?” he breathes against your ear, deep and sensual.

His eagerness to please makes your pussy throb around his finger, sucking him in greedily. He was a quick learner, paying special attention to your sweet spot til you gushed all over his hand. “I think I am, you’re even wetter than before, and so noisy.” He teases, accentuating his claim with a curl of his finger, the obscene welt squelches of your pussy ringing in your ears. “Just look at how well you’re taking it… can I add another finger?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck yes, please—!”

He slides another long knobby finger along the first, his hooded eyes taking in how he stretched your tight pussy even wider, prepping it for the cock you all but ached for. You sob in pleasure as he quickens his pace and focuses even harder on abusing your sweet spot.

“You can barely take two of my fingers…” he murmurs in playful concern, “I don’t know if my cock will fit.”

You throw your head back against the pillows with a lustful moan.

“Tell me what you need from me,” Sunghoon continues in a deep rasp, syrupy and tinged with venom, “Tell me what to do to make you cum.”

“Y-you need to, I need— touch my clit!” you hiccup, long manicured nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt.

You expect another finger prodding at your bud, maybe his palm; what you don’t expect is for Sunghoon to begin trailing soft kisses down your chest and belly, growing wetter and descending lower until his spit-slick plump lips were hovering just over your clit, engorged and peeking out of its little hood to greet him.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” you squeal as he kicks your legs over his shoulders, “Do you even know what you’re doing down there?!”

Sunghoon shakes his head with a grin before diving in between your thighs.

He attaches his lips to your pussy like he was kissing your mouth, the prongs of his tongue dragging between your twitching lips still stuffed with his fingers. He laps up every droplet of your arousal before moving up to curl his tongue around your clit. He sucks gently on the swollen bud while his fingers pump deep inside of you, his pretty groans muffled with his face buried in your cunt.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles, gazing up at you from between your legs, pupils dilated with want and reveling in the way you squirm and shake. “Fuck, I love this pussy so much… you can take another finger, right?”

He presses in a third finger before you can even respond, your pussy stretched past your limits as you sob out in ecstasy. The pleasure overwhelming in the best possible way, his fingers moving at an impossible pace, quickly pushing you careening towards the edge as he kisses your clit and slurps up the sprays of slick. The flames of passion raged through you and you abandon yourself to the knot tightening deep in your belly; you haven’t felt pleasure like this in ages, yelping when Sunghoon sucks particularly hard at your clit, and without thinking your hands dart down to grab ahold of his twisted black horns. The growl he lets out against your heated skin is obscene, dark and beastly as he buries his face farther into your cunt and quickens the pace of his fingers against your sweet spot. “Fuck yes, nasty girl, that’s it— grab my horns and take it!”

Using your grip on his horns as leverage, you buck your hips wildly against his face, the knot in your belly pulled taught and threatening to snap. Sunghoon slides his fingers out of your hole to instead grasp tightly at your waist, his claws digging painfully into your flesh. You whine at the loss, but he’s quick to make it up to you with his long, forked tongue unfurling and shoving deep into your wet hole. It reaches deeper than his fingers, filling you up like a cock— he tongue fucks your cunt with vigor, his grunts and growls growing deeper and more demonic as he pushes you to your climax. “This pussy’s so delicious, so wet, I can’t get enough…”

“Sunghoon!” you squeal when the prongs of his tongue flutter feather-light against your cervix. “I’m close, I’m so close! I’m gonna cum—!”

“Say my name again, scream it!” he bellows with his face still buried in your folds, a dark and powerful boom overtaking his voice. It was otherworldly, the threatening, animalistic growl in his words, shaking you to your core and hurtling you past the point of no return.

You scream his name as you squirt all over his face, nasty and wet as you ride out your high on his tongue— you’re quickly catapulted into overstimulation, tears pooling in your lashes as you whine and attempt to push him off you by his horns. If anything, that just seems to spur him on more.

“Fuck no, I’m not done,” he growls, that dangerous edge to his voice frightening you and making your spent pussy throb all the same. “I need more, I can’t stop— need to make you cum again, and again—”

He devours you like an animal, demonic strength keeping him flush against you even as you thrash and push at his head with all your might. He doesn’t stop until you cum again, soaking his face and your sheets in sweet sticky slick—hearing  your pathetic teary cries once your pussy’s stopped squirting seem to snap him out of it, hastily tearing himself away to look up at you in worry and alarm.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me… I just... lost control.” His pointed ears blush pink again, shying away as you catch your breath. “I did good though, right?”

His plush lips were swollen and wet with your arousal, cheeks and chin smeared and shining with it, some even coating the tip of his nose. The way he looks up at you is the opposite of how he had been when he had his face between your legs, soft and unassuming like he hadn’t just sucked the soul out of your cunt. You open your mouth to commend him, but your brain is so scrambled all you can do is babble incoherently, unable to string together a single sentence. Your chest heaves with the aftershocks of two back-to-back orgasms.

Sunghoon smirks, that predatory edge seeping into his gaze again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His odd eyes snap back to your pussy, trembling and spent, the primal hunger in his eyes making you throb despite how exhausted you already were. “You look so pretty like this, all fucked out and dumb… you can take more, I know you can. We have a deal, don’t we? I need to be inside of you, now.”

Your own hazy, unfocused gaze lowers to the straining bulge in his leather pants— the size of it makes you dizzy, a little intimidated, but your overwhelming need for more outweighs any fear. You slowly move to prop yourself up. “Is it okay if I ride you? It’ll be easier for me to, um… take it.”

Sunghoon nods dutifully, as obedient as ever as you once again switch places. His ink black hair falls back to reveal his forehead, splaying around his head like a halo— ironic, with his fangs, tongue, and horns.

“Alright,” he sighs, his legs akimbo and one of his hands unbuckles his black leather belt before palming at his bulge. “You can start whenever you’re ready— oh, fuck!”

You swing your leg over his waist without hesitation, straddling him and beginning to tear recklessly at his clothes. First you unbutton his vest and shirt, pushing them aside and leaving him clad in just the sleeves; it reveals to you a trim, muscular torso, broad pecs and washboard abs twitching beneath your fingertips and making your mouth water. Next you loosen his fly and tug his pants down to his thighs, his hard cock slapping wetly against his abs once freed from their prison. You moan just from the sheer size of it, longer and thicker than any member you’ve seen before, engorged and an angry purple, rope-like veins pulsing hot beneath the velvety skin. It looks like a normal human cock, save for a few details— most notably the fleshy ridges that decorated his shaft and the tapered shape of his tip, resembling an arrowhead. The very end curves upward just a tad, like it was designed to catch onto something.

You’re barely able to fit your hand around it, your fingers far from meeting your thumb when you wrapped them around the shaft. The low whimper Sunghoon lets out is maddening, biting his lip to desperately keep the noises at bay when you begin to slide your hand up and down, purposefully and achingly slow. Dribbles of pearly precum leak from the pointed head, slicking up your hand and aiding in the tight, wet slide. With your free hand you reach up to palm your own breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as you position him at your entrance, Sunghoon groaning pathetically at the sight.

You slide his cock between your pussy lips, your slick and his precum mixing to make a sticky, milky mess. His cockhead bumps your clit, the sudden shock of pleasure making you both moan. Sunghoon’s hands are shaking when they find purchase on your hips, the lust clouding in his glowing red eyes making your tummy turn. “Please, human,” he breathes, thumb stroking your heated skin. “Sit. Let me breed you.”

You open your mouth to answer but find yourself unable to speak; his head catches your entrance, the pressure against your hole leaving you breathless. It already feels so much bigger than his three fingers, more than anything you think you’ve ever taken, and you freeze in a confusing mix of fear and excitement.

“Don’t be scared, pet.” Sunghoon coos, his grip on you keeping you firmly in place and unable to squirm away. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

The shape of his tip allows it to slide inside of you with ease, the gummy walls of your pussy immediately squeezing down on him like a vice as you allow him to guide your hips down to swallow his cock inch by agonizing inch. The burning pain of the stretch is easily overshadowed by a flood of pulsing, red hot desire, the all-consuming pressure at your entrance filling your tummy with hedonistic greed. Never had any other lover made you feel this way, trembling with pleasure as your greedy cunt sucks in more and more of Sunghoon’s big demon cock.

“You’re so fucking tight!” he hisses through gritted teeth, his eyes rolling back into his head as your ass lowers to meet his pelvis. “S-so wet ‘n warm, feels so good— oh fuck, you took it all!”

Like a woman possessed, you start bouncing before he can even finish his sentence, his fat tip hitting so dizzyingly deep inside of you with every movement of your hips. Sunghoon throws his head back with a broken cry, grabbing rough fistfuls of your asscheeks as you ride him in earnest. “Y-you should have warned me! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck—!”

You’re deaf to his cries, unable to focus on anything other than the explosive pleasure that coursed through your veins; you plant your feet on the mattress to help strengthen your bouncing, fast and rough, nasty wet slaps echoing throughout your cutesy little room every time your hips met.

 “You’re so fucking big, so deep inside of me!” you warble, grasping onto your tits like lifelines.

“You’re using me like a toy…” Sunghoon marvels weakly, sounding far from offended, “Are you feeling good, sweetness? Yeah? N-naughty little girl likes being full of big, fat demon cock? O-oh, God, you’re going to ruin me…”

You answer him with a wail, crying out as you nearly fall forward in bliss— you catch yourself with your palms on his broad chest, flushed pink from exertion and quickly decorated with red scratch marks from your nails. The sting just seems to make him harder, his cock twitching inside of you as he moans in pain and pleasure. His noises border on animalistic, deep snarls and growls that go right to your pussy. Those reptilian eyes venture upwards to lock on your perky, now untouched breasts, jiggling obscenely in his face, and he licks his lips with that dastardly tongue.

“Perfect girl, perfect pussy, perfect little tits— do you want me to play with them? Suck on them? Bite them? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

“Please,” you sob, “Please make me feel good!”

He pulls you down so that your body lays flush with his, his hands leaving your ass to pinch your nipples. His grip on your tits is bruising as he squeezes and fondles, leaning his head to guide one into his wet hot mouth— the combined stimulation of your breasts and pussy sends your senses into overdrive, the new angle making his cock feel even deeper inside of you than before, carving out space in your tummy as you moan in delight. He bites down gently on your nipple, pointy canines teasing your bud, plump lips and talented tongue caressing as he slowly moves from sucking on your hardened bud to trailing kisses down the swell of your tit. He leaves a searing path up your sternum, dusky purple marks coloring your skin in his wake as his hands continue their onslaught on your tits, massaging and groping with tantalizing ferocity. “Why do you taste so fucking good? Every single inch of you is delicious…” he murmurs against your fiery skin, his canines ghosting over your collarbones, “These sweet tits will feed my child well, these hips will carry his weight effortlessly… the perfect dam for my seed. I could just eat you whole.”,

“Fuck me!” you squeal, your dripping pussy spasming around his fat cock. “Harder, please, I need it!”

“Don’t say things like that! It’s taking everything I have to stay in control, my pet, your pussy’s just so good! I’m being gentle for your sake, sweetness, If I had you how I want to I’m afraid I might break you—”

His words go straight to your cunt, lighting a fire inside of you; with an evil little smirk you suddenly stop bouncing, your ass flush against his hips as you begin to instead grind down in tight little circles. Sunghoon tears himself away from your spit-soaked chest, utterly debauched as he gazes up at you with wide, desperate eyes. “N-no, wait, why are you stopping!?”

“I want you to break me, Sunghoon,” you purr, fingertips ghosting over his muscular biceps, “I want you to lose control and let me have it, destroy me, ruin me with a demon growing in my womb—”

In an instant you’re thrown across the bed, your back hitting the mattress and knocking the wind out of you. He’s on top of you before you can catch your breath, his claws snatching ahold of your legs and tossing them both over one of his shoulders. Folding you over til your knees touched your chest, he shoves his throbbing cock back inside of your messy gaping hole. He takes complete control over your body, his inhuman strength trapping you beneath him, leaving you helpless and unable to do anything but just lay there and take it. The rough ridges on his shaft tear against your sensitive walls, his tapered crown like a needle as it starts to penetrate your cervix. That’s what it’s designed for, you realize with a heady jolt— to catch on your cervix and bully it open, so that he can shoot his seed directly into your womb. There was simply no way you could avoid coming out of this pregnant.

“You never wanted it slow and gentle, did you angel?” Sunghoon goads, his deep voice gaining back that echoing, demonic edge. “You wanted me to treat you like a slut from the very beginning. What a nasty little witch.”

His thrusts are brutal, carving a little bulge in your tummy every time he bottoms out. Sunghoon places a hand on it, stroking it gently before pressing down, able to feel the outline of his cockhead through your skin. The added pressure up in your guts has you seconds from exploding. “You feel me right here?” Sunghoon goads with a feline purr, lips caressing the shell of your ear.

“S-so d-deep!!” is all your fucked out brain can muster from your lips, your teary eyes threatening to spill from the overwhelming sensations.

Sunghoon coos at your open-mouthed face, his sharp claws digging into the meat of your thighs in a disorienting mix of pain and pleasure. “You’re so cute, taking my cock so well, little one… are you ready for my seed? I-I’m about to—”

“Yes, yes! Please cum inside of me, I need it!” any last shred of your dignity flies through your open window, leaving in favor for the shattering climax that was taking over your core. The insatiable need for release clouds your mind, all of your thoughts only on Sunghoon and his magnificent cock, how wonderful it would feel to let go and cream all over it. How he would flood your body with hellish heat when he shoots his load deep into your womb. “Hoon, I’m gonna cum, Oh my God— cum with me please!”

“Who? God’s not here, baby.” he laughs, throwing your own joke back at you. You don’t have the energy to even get mad at him. “It’s just me and you… now tell me how badly you want this baby. Be a good girl and beg for it, beg for me to take your firstborn like you wanted so badly.”

Your tears finally fall as you surrender completely to the uncontrollable ecstasy, sobbing and hiccupping for Sunghoon to breed you as his hips grow sloppy. He’s so close to the edge, just as much as you are— you can feel it in the shuddering of his body, his broken grunts and groans, the tightness in his heavy balls as they slap wetly against your ass. You grab fistfuls of the bed sheets to ground you, keep you from floating away entirely as you lose yourself in pleasure.

“Cum together with me, sweetness,” he pants above you, his pointed tip stretching your cervix til his entire cockhead pops through, “Cum around me as I put a baby in you—!”

You squirt all over his cock in a rush of exalted endorphins, your pussy spasming violently with your third and most powerful orgasm of the night. Your creamy walls clamp down around his shaft, trying to push him out and suck him in deeper at the same time; peering down at where you were connected, you can see a foamy white ring forming around the base of Sunghoon’s cock when he pulls out just an inch or two to thrust back in with all his might, a sticky and creamy mess dripping down his balls and thighs. Finally, with an animalistic grunt, he stills inside of you to add to the mess, molten hot ropes of thick seed flooding your womb until you overflow. You’ve never felt so full in your life, slick and cum oozing out around where Sunghoon’s cock stayed buried deep inside of you, caught by your clamped cervix as you milked him dry. You ride out the aftershocks in his arms, falling into an intimate embrace as you work to catch your breath.

“Fuck, look at that…” he whispers after a long moment of silence, his hips circling gently to churn the mess. More cum leaks out from where you were joined, the both of you moaning at the sight. “There’s so much it’s leaking out… A-are you okay? Was that good?”

“Good?! that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life—” you reply in a rush, moving to prop yourself up, but Sunghoon pushes you back down with urgency.

“No, no, don’t move, you gotta keep it all inside! Stay still now while I push it in deeper…”

Before you can protest, he begins to wildly pound into your spent pussy again, his cock still rock hard and throbbing against your walls— you cry out in surprise and overstimulation, more exhausted and drained than you’ve ever felt before, yet your greedy pussy and cervix open back up for him with ease. He shushes your sweet cries, his kisses and caresses gentle but his eyes wild and dangerous… he’s gotten drunk on the power of your love, lost all control to the beast that had been hiding inside of him for so long.

“I don’t think that’s going to be enough… I’m not stopping until I’ve bred you proper. ‘Til I’m sure you’re with child. We have a deal, don’t we? We’re not done.”