#demon forms

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You were surprised to have Hannah greet you at the door to your bedroom. You expected it to be Claude, but she quickly informed you that Claude was ‘feeling under the weather’ which…only happens once a year for an entire week. You went on with your day, you were aware of what he goes through (thanks to the Triplets accidentally telling you while venting) and expected him to come to you if he needed ‘extra help’.

You’d slept with him before, there’s no reason for him to be shy when you’ve ridden his face and sucked his dick before, though it’s been three heats since you’ve first contracted him, you figure he knows what he’s doing. With Hannah you ended up ending the day early and you just went to your room, maybe you’ll sleep early tonight.

You heard the door click open without a knock, before you can say anything you distinctly feel eyes on you. Your desk faces away from the door so you don’t know whose watching you so…intently, you stand up ready to turn and confront them, but your instantly pushed against your desk.

You freeze and try to turn but the person doesn’t let you, arms wrap around your waist and your lifted up like you weigh nothing. You cant see the person but as soon as you feel them carrying you to the door, you kick, trying to get them to let go. “Drop me!” You yelled, hoping it was one of the triplets messing with you.

Whoever it is ignores you and you breathe to scream but a hand covers your mouth. “Please, Master, quiet. I’m t-taking you to my room.” It was Claude, his voice sounded strained and he wasn’t letting you turn to see him. “Sorry to grab you like this, just n-need you.”

You were unceremoniously thrown onto a bed and it took you a second to realize you weee in Claude’s room and on his bed…but there were webs all over the floor and walls, it took you a second to realize the silky sheets you were on weren’t in fact blankets, but finely woven webs. You recoiled at the sight and tried to move backwards to get off the bed but Claude sits behind you and blocks your path.

“Claude this is gross, I don’t want to be surrounded by webs while we-“ You didn’t get to finish before he’s pressed against you with a kiss and his tongue shoved itself down your throat. You jerk under him and writhe away enough to breathe before he’s between your legs. Now that you can see him you can see just how disheveled he looks.

His hair is a mess, his tie is loose and he barely has his clothes on right, you cant help but notice he forgot to even put on an undershirt. He’s removing your pants without even asking so you give him a harsh slap, he doesn’t even flinch. “Claude! What the hell? Don’t you know to ask first! You cant just take me from my room and expect sex!”

Claude seemed taken aback by that, though he seemed to realize what he just did as he bows his head. “I-I’m sorry Master. I-I just need you now, I didn’t t-think you’d care-“ He whines out stopping to adjust the visible arousal he’s trying to hide. “It’s too much to handle on my own, even if you just let me use your hand please-“

He whimpers out more things you don’t catch before you sit up and glance around. His room…looks very different even without the webs, his normally neat room is a mess and there’s broken furniture and you cant help but wonder if he broke it in frustration while trying to avoid getting you.

You show him mercy and undress for him, he follows suit instantly and you can see just how bad his heat is getting him. His cock is dripping pre onto the silk as soon as it’s free. “Lay down.” You order, moving aside so he could. You turned away from him and seated yourself onto his face, leaning down so you could grab his cock.

He whines against you and you feel his tongue drag against your entrance before slipping inside of you. He purred feeling your walls constrict around his tongue. The vibrations gave you a surprise jolt of pleasure. You in turn take the head of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking it to coax a more noise from him.

He visibly flinched upon you taking his arousal into your mouth. You adjust yourself to practically ride his tongue, rolling your hips and stroking the rest of his cock with quick uneven strokes. He bucks up, only for you to completely move away from his cock. “Don’t choke me on your dick.”

Claude whines and his toungue retreats as he lifts you enough of his face to talk. “I-I need to be inside you.” You take it into consideration before lowering yourself onto his face again. He whines in protest but allows his tongue to lap at your clit before slipping into you once more.

“Maybe if you help me get off I’ll help you.” You respond. Claude’s tongue drags along your insides, seemingly twisting inside you in search of your sweet spot. You didn’t need to help him, his tongue can reach everything inside of you with ease, he’s just so excited he keeps missing.

You grab his cock, teasingly ghosting over the head and rubbing the base. He bucks forwards, cock trembling in your grip as pre swells at the head. You squeeze the base, grinding down on his face, feeling him hiss in response. His cock suddenly writhes out of your grip, when you look up, you can see a shadowy haze over Claude as his body shifts.

His cock is more tentacle like in this form, twisting and nearly tying itself in a not as it searches for stimulation. You can feel his firm under you, the warmth providing you comfort, after you had him ‘satiated’ you were definitely using him as a pillow (or maybe a blanket) while you rest.

You can feel him using his extra limbs to rub your breast, massage your clit and hold your hips close to his face. He purrs when your hands return to his cock, stroking it in tube with his own movements. He trembles with every few strokes, cock twisting in your grip causing you to tighten said grip.

“Good,like that.” You praise, earning a deep purr in response, his hips bucking forwards. Your thighs nearly snap shut on him when he finally finds your sweet spot. You don’t need to tell him, your moan lets him know instantly and he’s hitting it repeatedly. To reward him you swallow down his cock and before you can suck it, it wraps around your tongue causing you to gag.

You spat it out but Claude still mewled, hips trembling as he tried to stay still. You huff as you feel your own climax reaching you. His cock weeps as your hot breath teased it. You don’t touch him as causes you a blissful orgasm, you’re legs going limp as you collapse ontop of him.

You’re panting, face centimeters away from his raging erection, panting directly onto it.

You do intend to help him with it but you need to catch your breath. You watched in amusement as it seemingly stiffened more with each breath until it was so swollen it couldn’t do anything but twitch. It brushed against your cheek, then Claude practically screamed, completely muffled by your sex.

He cums against your cheek, just short of your mouth as he trembles, body going completely stiff. You get off him, adjusting yo place your weight in his lap, getting his attention. Four pairs of eyes watch you grab his cock, taking it to your entrance and lowering yourself on his still orgasming cock.

He whines, his shaft sensitive as you used his knees to brace yourself before riding him with no care. Claude mewled happily, bucking up a few times before he’s limp under you, cock spilling the last of his mess into you. “T-th-ank you M-My Queen.”

“I’m not fucking done yet, I love it when your dick is like this!” You slam down with each thrust, squeezing his still hard shaft while he recovered. His heat kept him excited, allowing you to use his stiff cock like a dildo while he trembled and recovered from days of aching finally being taken care of.

He was thrilled you let him finish inside of you, he’d let you ride him till he’s unconscious if it meant he could finish inside of you. His swollen shaft ached with every stroke, feeling like it’s going to burst while stimulate him.

You pause open feeling what seemed like his cock expanding inside of you.

You jump off him quickly, startled, when you look down you see your suspicions confirmed. Claude desperately whimpered, cock bobbing as you undoubtedly ruined his second orgasm…

A small, circular swollen spot moved from the base of his cock to the tip, it seeming was stuck, as Claude quickly stroked himself, noticeably squeezing himself from base to tip to force his cum to push whatever it was out.

The entire time he’s sobbing and whining, if you didn’t know any better you’d think you broke something down there…

You finally get to see the object nearly a minute later, it finally emerges fro his swollen cock, popping out with a ‘squelch’ that made you cringe. The way it forced his cock open looked painful, though he continued stroking himself feverishly, bucking into his own hand.

You pick up the object an realize, it’s an egg.

You look up and see another small bump working it’s way up his still hard cock. You examine the egg in your hand, it’s maybe the size of a golf ball, a little pressure made it give, your certain you could crush it easily. You hold it in your hand, watching Claude continue to try to milk the rest of his clutch out, without the cum aiding his shaft, it was difficult, and you noticed, there were a few at the base of his cock.

You decide to experimentally help him, pulling the lotion (or lube you couldn’t really see) from the night stand, pouring it on the engourged head of his cock. You practically squeeze it into his shaft and your hand is suddenly stroking him, his own hands pushed out of the way.

“D-don’t stroke d-down!” He squeaked out, legs shaking as they were pressed together. “I-it hurts, just, stroke up, squeeze, like I-I-it’s..” He paused thinking of an example. “T-tooth paste? T-they are d-durable b-but there’s no room t-to push them d-down.”

“Even in your heat you wish to lecture me?” Nonetheless you do as advices and he melts. He’s purring, cock spitting out three more eggs, you are about to stop but he bucks up. “Wait, there’s more?”

Claude nods. “I c-cant tell how many, I-there was no p-pressure t-they are supposed t-to come f-faster…” You let the eggs pool on his stomach, the white eggs standing out against the black fur.

He’s whimpering and just shy of thrashing you off of him as another couple of eggs started working their way up his aching cock. They come out quite quickly as his cock has recovered enough to build up pre again.

You are left with eight eggs, you notice his cock still hasn’t softened but you put the eggs aside first. “Still got a few left in you?” You tease, getting ontop of him again. He nods, too tired to respond. “Tell me when you are close or I’m forcing every one of these eggs back into your cock.”

"Can you bite me?"

The two of you were kissing. You’re in his lap grinding down, he’s pushing into you, hands are wandering, and then you stop it all to ask him…. This?

“Bite you?”

“Bite me. With your demon fangs.” Oh. Oh. That’s what this is about.

Three weeks ago, you’d become the third person to survive seeing Barbatos’s true demon form. He’d been nervous, worried you would fear him afterwards. That you would realize he’s a monster, a beast who has done and is capable of horrible things, and (rightfully) leave him. Despite his fears, it would hurt more to keep you in the dark; you deserved to know, even if it made you hate him.

The day came, he transformed, and you stilled. He winced when your eyes widened, expecting a verbal beating, or at least a disgusted expression, but instead you said, “Come closer.” in the most genuinely awed voice he’s ever heard.

You were so gentle with him. Taking his scaled face into your hands and turning it right, left, examining him. The pads of your thumbs grazing his lips, lifting them to better see his fangs. They were thicker in the gums, and narrowed to razor thin points midway to his chin. You had touched them, asked, “Are they- you -venomous?” And when he told you “no”…..

“So theoretically, if you were to use them to say, give me a hickey or something, I would survive?”

“I- yes, I suppose. They won’t kill unless I use them with killing intent but, Love, why are you asking this?”

You had simply hummed, a smile growing on your face he’d since learned to fear. He can’t help but feel he should’ve been clearer on the danger, because now here you were, asking to be bitten like you would take “no” for an answer in the first place.

He sucks in a breath, trying to focus past the sudden bout of shyness that’s colored his cheeks red. “I, I’m not sure Hon, you would be hurt-”

He doesn’t even realize you’ve grabbed him until he’s under you, with you already biting down hard enough to pierce skin.

Blood floods your mouth, but you don’t drink it, letting it spill across his skin, staining his shirt. His nails dig into your back, and you feel them turn to claws, the durability of your skin being tested as you suck on the wound, making him grasp you harder.

You pull back to kiss the skin only to find scales have surrounded the wound. Instinct had kicked in when you bit him, and he lay beneath you in a form somewhere between his true one and something more human.

You trail your fingers lightly over the scales of his arm, to his neck, and feel him shiver as you reach his face and cup it, looking cockily upon him. He, on the other hand, is shocked, shocked he managed to stop a full transformation, that you almost caused one, and that you still seemed to want him even when in this ugly form.

“I don’t care if it hurts…”

Your focus stays on his eyes, communicating just how serious you are in a single look. You kiss his wound, bloody lips leaving a kiss mark as you whisper, “I want you to bite me, Barbatos. Just Like. This.” into his skin.

His eyes roll back and he moans his curses, wondering why, how, you managed to be so sexy all the damn time.

Clothes hit the floor fast as need takes control. You fix yourself between his legs, throwing them over your shoulders and letting your cock lie leaking on his cunt.

You hum, and in the back of his mind Barbatos realizes he should start taking that as a bad omen. “Barbatos, how much do you want me?”

“So much, too much.” He’s staring at your dick, and it twitches under his gaze. Precum piles up at the tip and spills over; He watches the droplet with held breath, looking as if he would break then and there when it hit his stomach. On one quick breath he says, “Please put it in me.”

You chuckle, starting to hump him at a slow pace. You really shouldn’t tease him, but what does he expect when he’s this cute?

“Ah, I would, trust me I would but…” You sigh, “There’s no way you’re wet enough for that yet…”

“[Name!]” He wines, and without being asked he spreads himself, legs going wide as two fingers present his soaked hole to you. He’s positively overflowing, slick spilling out and down the fat of his ass cheeks while his hole clenches around nothing.

“Please.”

“….So polite…” You take to kissing his skin, adorning it with softer bite marks and bloody kisses. You lick a stripe over the blue-green scales surrounding his pussy; they’re warm to the touch. His wound has since healed over, along with the others you’ve left. Regenerative abilities in mind, you continue your journey around his body, significantly less resigned in your biting.

You try to put space between you, but quick as light his hands are on your arms, pulling you back as he whines out,

“Where are you going?” You smirk, plucking a clawed hand from your arm and kissing it. “Nowhere, Love.” You kiss his wrist and stay there, eyes closed as you whisper, “I just want to pleasure you.”

In the next few moments his back is pressed against your tits, and you’re using two fingers to spread him open, commenting on how wet he is for you. Your middle finger traces the rim of his hole, feeling it flex under your touch. He’s dripping, and your fingers are well coated in seconds. You spread his juices around his cunt, swirling a finger around his clit.

Your other hand massages his pec, pinching and pulling and rolling his hard nipple between your fingers. He’s moaning loud, begging you to be rougher. “I’ve only got so many hands Barbatos- Help me out some, would you?” It was an order- one he’ll happily obey.

“Fuck! Fuck me please, I need you.” His hands are much rougher, three fingers pumping fast in and out of his hole while he gropes his own breast, milking the nipple for pleasure the way he liked.

You purr out, “Your wish is my command,” and kiss the unmarked side of his neck.

Finally, blessedly even, you speed up. The sudden change from a teasing slowness to downright abusing his clit and nipple as his back arching, fucking himself down on his own fingers while also trying to press impossibly closer against yours. “Yes, yes! Just like that, thank you, thank you…!”

He’s about to cum, and you make a split-second decision- you stuff three more fingers into his cunt, and he moans loud in your ear, orgasm crashing into him like a tidal wave.

You groan at the sight of his post-orgasm face, dick twitching in anticipation. You’d gone long enough with no attention, and Barbatos still has a wish yet to be fulfilled.

You maneuver him into his back, and position yourself over him. You place a soft kiss against his lips- he can taste his blood on you.

“Do you still need me, Barbatos?”

His laugh is airy, and his tone conveys amusement as much as it conveys love, love in great amounts.

“I always need you, [Name].”

Then you’re sliding it in, and he’s throwing his head back in a deep moan. It’s a good thing you were watching his face; you get to see his big, dopey smile as it blooms across his face. He opens his eyes, catches you looking and giggles. It’s infectious, and soon you’re kissing and laughing and fucking, slow and lazy. You expected to end up pounding him in your need, but as you thrust into him, chuckling at his attempts to talk past his gasps, you can’t imagine doing it any other way.

“Love, come closer, ehehe~” How can you resist such a cute request? The answer: you can’t.

He holds your face in his hands, gentle and loving. He starts at your lips, kissing past the side of your mouth all the way down to the crook of your neck. He plants a firmer kiss there, and lingers longer. When he pulls away, he winks at you.

Then all at once his fangs are out, his demon fangs, and he sinks into the skin so smoothly it almost doesn’t hurt.

Almost.

You wonder if this is how masochists experience pain. There’s the hurting, of course, but it makes your blood rush and has your head dizzy with pleasure. You suck in a breath with his name on it in surprise, and your cock twitches once more as you slam into him and cum hard.

The orgasm leaves your whole body shaking, and in the background of your mind you can hear Barbatos’ asking if you’re okay. His hands are comforting, and you focus on them, managing to slowly come back down from your high.

You blink, and the world is clear again.

“[Name]? [Name]?! Please, talk to me Hon.”

You chuckle absentmindedly, still in shock from… Whatever the hell that was. “I’m back, haha… What the fuck did you to me Hon, and why didn’t you do it sooner dammit?” You laugh again, and he seriously considers pushing you off him.

“I didn’t anticipate such a strong effect. I apologize.”

“Have you never bit someone before?”

He blushes, looking to the side as he says, “Not with the intention of pleasuring them, no…”

Your head feels so clear. You laugh again; you don’t think you’ve ever felt this light, this happy and energetic after sex in your life. “Well, fuck. I’m glad to be your first Honeybunches.”

You pull out and flop down next to him, closing your eyes as you move to feel the bite mark- only, there isn’t one. The blood is though, still fresh and still dripping.

“When you froze up, I thought I’d seriously hurt you, and immediately mended the wound.” He explained. Classic Barbatos.

“Ah well, you can just make another one next round.” You open your eyes-

“Dammit Barbatos!” Upon hearing “next round”, a sudden bout of drowsiness came over Barbatos, apparently knocking him out instantly.

“HONK, mimimimimi…. HONK,”

“Are we fucking five?! At least actually try to pretend you’re sleep!” He laughs, immediately resuming his honks and mimimis. You roll your eyes, suppressing giggles right along side him.

Mammon

Being a model, Mammon takes very good care of his appearance. Unfortunately, no matter how many times he does it, his horns always give him an insane amount of trouble. They're very tightly coiled and rest at a slightly backwards angle, making it difficult for Mammon to reach the inside parts of his horns. It's not uncommon to see him sulking his way over to Asmodeus' room for help with those hard to reach areas, after spending hours trying to do it himself and failing.

Other than his horns, Mammon has it pretty easy. Like Lucifer, he has to deal with molting, but it never seems to last too long for him, much to the eldest's envy. His wings are also featherless, so molting is nowhere near as uncomfortable for him. The only big feathers he needs to worry about replacing are the ones on his tail. The rest are much smaller and less irritating to regrow.

His wings and other featherless areas do need extra care, though, in the form of moisturizing. Without protection from feathers, those areas get dry and cracked easily, especially if he goes flying. To deal with it, he's got a pretty big collection of scented moisturizing lotions and oils that he can pick from, most of which were gifts from Asmodeus, since they have similar wings.

Leviathan

Levi's demon form is rather unique compared to his brothers. Instead of having true horns, he has antlers. Rather than needing constant care, his horns grow to their full size, shed their outer layer of skin and then eventually fall off to start the process again. Levi often goes to the ocean to isolate himself when his horns are ready to fall. He usually lets them sink to the bottom, where they take the form of the devildom equivalent of coral, providing shelter for aquatic life.

On top of shedding his horns, he also sheds his skin. His sheds are entirely determined by his horns, happening once when the antlers are full grown and ready to lose their protective, velvety skin, and again later on when they're ready to fall. While his antlers' life cycle is reminiscent of a deer's, the shedding of his skin is very similar to a snake's shed. It's not hard to tell when Levi is close to shedding. The old skin begins to separate itself from his new scales, giving him a dull gray sheen over his body and his eyes begin to look dull and glazed over.

It's definitely not a pleasant feeling and he can't see very well through the skin either, so he tends to avoid his brothers. High humidity is also needed for him to shed properly, so if he can't go hide out at sea, Levi's going to lock himself in his room and soak miserably in his bathtub.

Satan

Satan's self care routine isn't too difficult, but it's definitely the most time consuming and he absolutely hates it. He's not the most patient demon, especially when it comes to tasks that he thinks are wasting his time. When it's time for him to maintain his more demonic features, Satan needs to put aside an entire day for it.

Satan's horns are easy enough for him to handle. The inside part of the sharp curve of them often gives him some trouble, but he's nothing if not stubborn, so he usually manages to sort it out on his own. Horns on their own are rather time-consuming to care for, but what really takes up all of Satan's time is the multiple other horn-like protrusions along his body, as well as his tail. He's got boney spikes in the areas that his bones are closer to the skin (elbows, spine, ribs, jaw, etc.) and, like regular horns, they're constantly growing.

Whether he likes it or not, he always ends up needing to ask someone for help, and that someone usually ends up being Asmo. Not only is the process tedious, but he also has a very hard time reaching the spines on his back properly, so a helping hand is very useful.

Asmodeus

Unsurprisingly, Asmo has a very in depth routine that he follows to a t. Every week, he sets aside an evening to take care of his horns and wings specifically, sanding down his horns to keep them smooth and shiny, and moisturizing his wings with oils and lotions to keep the skin supple and soft. Being related to scorpions, Asmo also has a carapace in his true form that resembles the exoskeleton of actual scorpions. It doesn't need much extra care, but he always makes sure to keep it bright and polished.

The downside to his carapace is that it can't actually heal unless Asmo molts and completely replaces it. He's not the biggest fan of molting, but he'll force himself to molt early if he gets scratched or hurt in any way. He can't stand the thought of any part of him looking dull or banged up.

Overall, though, Asmo definitely has his self care handled perfectly. He's also very particular about how things are done, so he's very hesitant to let anyone else do it for him. He does, however, love helping his brothers out with grooming and self care. Especially the ones that he knows are likely to neglect themselves without a proper push.

Beelzebub

Beel's self care leaves much to be desired. He's completely horrible at taking care of his demonic attributes, but he often forgets about it or runs out of time. It's not uncommon for his horns to be rough and chipped or for his insect-like carapace to look dull and roughed up, especially with how aggressive his sports matches can get. Between school, working out, fangol and his constant hunger, regular upkeep gets put on the backburner.

Luckily, Beel and his twin often partake in allogrooming! They both find it easier to take care of each other, rather than themselves. This is especially helpful when it comes to Beel's horns. They curve so tightly along the sides of his head that he can't actually fit his hands between the horns and his skin to smooth them out. Belphie, on the other hand, has much smaller hands and can easily reach around and sand them down, while Beel takes care of him in turn. They rarely talk during these moments, but it serves as good bonding time for the two of them.

Beel's carapace is something he can handle himself, mostly because it doesn't really require anything. Like Asmo's, the only way for his carapace to "heal" is for him to molt and replace it, which he puts off for as long as possible. It's thick and hardy and since he doesn't put much stock in looking perfectly put together, he doesn't worry about it all that much. Whenever he does feel the need to molt, it goes by pretty quickly and he's back to his regular schedule in no time.

Belphegor

Belphie is honestly the worst at taking care of himself. Not because he doesn't care, but because he has such a hard time gathering up enough motivation to even get up in the mornings, much less put in the effort to look nice. If no one steps in, he can go days at a time without brushing just the hair on his head. Even on the days that he does that much, chances are that he didn't bother brushing the rest of his fur, too. After all, if he just doesn't show off his demon form, then no one will notice right?

Luckily for him, Beel does notice when his twin hasn't been caring for himself. While the rest of the brothers only need to worry about their demon forms every other week or even just once a month, Belphie needs to do it daily because of his coat. Without proper daily care, his hair gets oily and matted together very easily, which only makes it harder to deal with later. Beel knows that that's a lot to handle and often steps to brush out his twin's coat, even if he doesn't need any help in return. It's much easier for Belphie to feel motivated enough to help groom Beel than it is to care for himself, so their joint grooming helps them both.

On a similar note, Belphie has quite a bit of trouble with his horns and he constantly puts off taking care of them until they begin causing him physical discomfort. In the past, there's been a few times where he's let them grow a couple extra curls before they started weighing him down so much that he had to take care of it. With his twin's help, and a strictly imposed schedule, his horns haven't gotten that bad in ages, but they still tend to be rather rough most of the time. He also needs to sand down his hooves in a similar fashion. Normally, they'd be maintained just by walking on rough surfaces, but Belphie definitely doesn't walk around enough for that.