Last time. This was the last time, you swear it.
Sweat glistens on your body as you ride the Himbo Demon Salesman in his office for God knows how long. You try and throw your head back to ignore that he’s the one giving you such intense pleasure as his cock ruts up into your pussy like he’s the one who owns it. But Himbo Demon curls his arms around you, bringing your chest down to his, and forcing you to acknowledge who’s making you feel this good. His endless whispers curling that much easier in your sensitive ear.
This had to be the last time. It was gonna be the last time. You tell yourself over and over again.
You were a slayer for fucks sake. A demon slayer. This was basically the damn opposite of what you were supposed to do with the demons. Some may say the act of exorcising a demon is intimate in itself, but that’s semantics. You should definitely not be fucking a demon—
A moan falls past your lips as Himbo Demon, unaware of your inner turmoil, angles his hips and starts hitting that special spot inside you that has you seeing stars with each brutal thrust.
— and a demon should not be hitting so deep inside of you that you can feel him in your throat. But fuck, you want him deeper, as deep as he can bury his cock. Your body buzzes, hole fluttering around his massive girth.
You practically drone out Himbo Demon’s constant talking. He never stops but you almost don’t mind. His raspy voice sends shivers down your spine and only turns you on even further. Your nails rake down his soft chest as he remains in his human disguise. Eyes flicker up and meet his as his intense shining blue gaze bores into you while rattling on. A switch inside you flips and a desperate need rushes over you.
“Take off your disguise,” you demand breathlessly. Riding him even harder at the thought, your bodies wetly smacking together.
“H-h-huh? Mmph, Damn it to hell, you feel so fucking perfect ‘round my cock,” he groans, hands crawling up to caress your plush body.
“Human disguise. Off. Now. Don’t. Make me. Say it. Again,” you say shortly, your moans breaking as he fucks up into you harder and harder with each word. If you can still talk then he isn’t hittin’ it good enough.
Himbo Demon’s eyes are wide but he complies with your request and in the blink of an eye his true monstrous demon form quickly overtakes his human one. A long whine rips from your lips without your permission and Himbo Demon growls, fangs flashing in the light of his office as he picks up pace.
All four of his hands come grab at your sides, claws digging into your soft pliant flesh as he helps slam you down on his cock. You’re not even doing anything as he reduces you to nothing but his precious little fucktoy. Moans pour from your lips, eyes fluttering, yet you force your gaze to remain on his.
His length jackhammers up into you, his cock nothing but a blur as it eagerly enters you over and over again, igniting your every nerve. Your mind tries to refuse even as your body is so freaking ready to fall over that edge. You can’t cum with a demon’s cock inside of you. Not again. This is insanity. You have to put a stop to this before your superiors find out. B-but maybe just this one last time…
Himbo Demon doesn’t understand the look in your eyes but something in him realizes that you need him. Leaving three hands on your soft belly, he shifts one down, stimulating your cluster of nerves with every flick of his wrist. Your jaw drops, brows furrowing lowly, and head threatening to fall back. Another hand of his snaps up to cradle the back of your head, keeping those eyes on him as your orgasm shatters through you.
He releases a monstrous roar as he feels your gooey dripping walls clench around him so perfectly as if you were fucking made for him. He works you through your climax, his thrusts turning sloppy before he slams his length all the way in and shoots his load deep inside of you. Both of you quivering and twitching against each other as the pleasure nearly blinds you.
You can’t believe it. You really can’t believe how nice and warm his cum feels inside of you… No! No, what you can’t believe is how easily you lost control. You’re better than this. But looking over Himbo Demon’s spent form, his human disguise seamlessly slipping back on, you’re really not sure you are. Not if the way your heart clenches at his need to hide his true form has a say in it.
Shaking your head you quickly slip off his lap, ignoring the pang in your chest as his beautiful cock slips out of you. You can’t find it in yourself to look at him as you get dressed.
“So… same time tomorrow?” Himbo Demon asks, a dopey grin on his face as if he’s looking forward to facing another fight with you. Like that’s what he’s looking forward to, yeah right.
“Y-yes, yes that’s correct. Right here and then I will take your cock— put a stop— to your demonic compulsions!” you stutter, your gaze scattering around the office as you hectically try to find your clothes and put them on.
Himbo Demon steps forward, a sheepish grin on his face as he hands over your panties he had hidden in his desk. You send him a fierce glare, snatching them from his tight grip and rushing to put everything back on. You needed to get out of there before he had you bent over the desk for the second round.
Throwing open the door it nearly comes off its hinges. Himbo Demon just chuckles, enjoying the result of how scatterbrained his cock left you. He pulls up his pants and doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he tucks his thick length back in its confines.
He saunters forward, hand slapping on the top of the doorway and leaning his weight into it. Wanting one more dose of your attention before you leave. The sound as you turning around only for your knees to immediately buckle at the sight. Thankfully your body reacts faster than your brain currently can and your hand snaps out, clutching onto a nearby chair in the car dealership.
Absolute hatred— yes hatred— curls in your belly as his grin shifts into that smug smirk of his. His little innocent act can only last so long, after all.
“I look forward to it,” he purrs, eyes flashing demonically as if he can sense how bad it turns you on.
It takes all your strength not to look back as you storm out of the dealership. You swear to yourself, repeating it like an incantation, that you won’t go back tomorrow. You can’t and your superiors will understand, even if you can’t quite explain. They could easily send another slayer to deal with him…
But you know you won’t tell them. You won’t let him get reassigned. You refuse to let anyone else go near him. He’s yours to deal with. In whatever way you deem fit. And fuck, of course you’re gonna end up coming back tomorrow. As if it was ever really a question.
