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The Ceremony

Character(s): Demon x reader

Story: You're a witch who has to complete a ritualistic ceremony to gain your powers and you need a demon to do so. The demon you choose is perfect for the job, but what happens when your very hot, very demonic professor has to step in?

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T/W: PURE SMUT. There is little-to-no plot with this one. Cursing, praise, slight mocking, vouyerism, talking you through it, demons and witches, professor x student dynamics (but everyone is well over 18).

A/N: This was just a one-shot I thought of. I know it's not anime related but I was quite proud of this one so wanted to put this on here. Yes it is pure filth but I hope you guys enjoy it. If you guys like this I might make Callahan a regular occurance...

Story:

Nerves, rumours and excitement all lead up to this day. Demons and witches have helped and served each other for millennia, each gaining something from power bargains. For a Witch, she receives her true unfiltered power whilst the demon remains untouchable and immortal. The easiest and most powerful way for this to be achieved is by being together completely. The more I thought about it, it was almost biblical. I chuckled to myself and looked up from my place in line. Two witches were in front of me and the first woman was in the middle of the ceremony, her cries of pleasure blocked by the soundproof walls of the chamber.

I shuffled on my feet as my gaze drifted to the line of demons across from us. Damian was third in line just like me and his green eyes locked with mine. He grinned widely and it took some of the edge off of my chest. We both found each other early on in the year and decided to undergo the ceremony together. He was tall and toned, his hair a mop of blond wisps and his jaw was sharp enough to cut diamonds. He was sweet, handsome and incredibly willing.

Until the ceremony, demons and witches aren't allowed to physically be together so there was no time to practice, to see what the other might like. I think that made me more nervous than anything else. It was part performance and part ritual. Thankfully all that time before the ceremony gave us time to discuss and create a plan. Goddess I hope it goes smoothly; I just need to know my power so I can start my training.

An hour passed and soon Damian and I stood at the front of the line, waiting for them to call our names. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I bounced on the balls of my feet. Damian looked calm, peaceful almost and I envied him for that. Suddenly, the large double oak door opened and the empty chamber revealed itself. The booming voice of our headmaster called my name and on shaky legs I stepped forward. Damian was instantly by my side, his arm held out for me to take. I smiled up at him and took his offered arm. We walked over the threshold and found cushions and blankets piled in the centre of the tall-ceilinged room. I cast my eyes over the hall that usually acted as our academy assembly hall: it glistened and glowed under the candle-light, the wood and marble looked etherial. My gaze quickly snagged on the figures that stood on the overhanging balcony. Instantly my gaze found Callahan and my breath caught. He was certainly a distraction in the classroom and even more so in a situation such as this. I shook my head before those thoughts overtook my mind.

***

“Are you ready for your ceremony, Little Witch?” Callahan asked from where he stood behind his desk.

I was the last one in the class because my potions partner managed to spill half of the ingredients on the floor but had to rush to her last class. I of course stayed behind to clean up the mess. I looked up from where I wiped the table and found that his eyes weren't even on me, they were on the papers in his hand.

I puffed my cheeks out for a second before I straightened and answered, “of course I am. Every witch prepares for this when they enroll.”

His thick brow arched but his deep, molten chocolate eyes remained downcast behind his black-rimmed glasses, scanning the papers. “The demon you’ve chosen, you think he'll be able to unlock your pure power?” There was an edge to his tone that I couldn't quite place, but it made my stomach flip.

“I hope so, we have been planning this since the first week. He’s from the 8th circle so he's very powerful in his own right so I’ve heard.” The 8th circle of Hell was adjacent to the Devil's own, and a myriad of demons often hailed from there. The demons didn't speak of hell often and witches didn't pry. Those that did were often extremists and longed for unlimited power… they never survived to find out the truth.

Callahan hummed and shuffled his papers. “Let's hope your plan works out then.” He finally looked up and his eyes found mine instantly. I swallowed my suddenly dry throat and folded the rag onto the workbench. “Remember he has to make you cum.” He said it so nonchalantly, as though we were talking about the weather and not another man fucking me.

I nodded once despite my blush. “I know, and it also helps if I make him cum.” It was a snippet of advice from one of the older witches who underwent the ceremony years prior.

The papers were placed on his desk and he rounded the solid wood. He wore a white shirt that strained against his broad shoulders and fitted grey plaid trousers that hugged his thick thighs. I only wondered if every part of him was as thick. My throat went from dry to my mouth watering. Mentally, I scolded myself for staring but he was just too damn attractive to be behind a desk. However, I was more than happy to sit in his class all day.

I picked up my bag from the floor and slung it over my shoulder, making sure my hair was not caught in the strap. Then, I made my way towards him, towards the exit. He followed my every move with his arms folded across his chest. The white shirt begged to be unbuttoned by the way it strained against his chest.

“Goodnight Professor,” I muttered as I placed my hand on the doorknob.

Suddenly he was there, his warm hand around my wrist and his breath on my neck. The hairs at the back of my head fluttered. His chest barely brushed the back of my jumper. His presence overwhelmed my senses and the warming smell of spices and bonfire set my skin ablaze, as did the small stroke of his thumb on my inner wrist as he turned me to face him.

I craned my neck to look up at him, my lips parted from the sudden intrusion of my personal space. Briefly -so quick that I thought I imagined it- his gaze dipped to those lips before they returned to my eyes. “One more tip before tomorrow.” I nodded because I didn't know what else to do when he was so close. He looked down at where he still held my wrist, where my pulse galloped at an alarming speed. The ghost of a smirk flittered across his lips. “Don't hold back; the instant you feel the rush of power you need to ride it out. It might feel like it's too much, but the demon is there to ground you, to help you siphon all of that energy. Do you understand, Little Witch?” He locked eyes with me again.

“Yes,” I breathed out. At that moment I didn't want to think about the ceremony, I didn't want to think about riding Damian, not when Callahan filled my vision.

He grinned but it was all sharp teeth. “Good. Then you should be fine tomorrow.”

***

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Damian whispered in my ear. His soft voice almost made me jump but I turned from the balcony to face him fully.

A wave of calm settled over me, a stem of his own magic trying to soothe me. He took both my hands in his, entwined our fingers and pulled me flush against him. We stood amongst the pillows and blankets, both of us only in robes tied at our waists. There was no need for clothes considering what we were about to do.

“Are you going to kiss me, Damian?” I glance between his eyes and the balcony.

I really needed to focus and their gazes were not helping. I took a deep breath and pressed myself further against his chest.

“Fuck yes,” he muttered before he slammed his lips to mine.

He tasted like oranges and fresh air which made me curl into him. He guided my arms around his neck then his started to roam. His touch was feather-light as he skimmed down my sides and across my back. I hummed against his mouth as my tension melted away. It felt like floating on air. Then his tongue slid across mine and he moaned against my mouth. The sound made my lips twitch into a smile and I threaded my fingers through his hair.

Finally, his hands pulled the tie of my robe and slid beneath the silken fabric. His hands were slightly cool which caused goosebumps to travel across my skin. One hand found purchase on my hip whilst the other grazed the underside of my boob. I arched into him, silently asking for more. He obliged by trailing his lips down my neck and down my shoulder. Soon enough his lips found their place around my left nipple. The wet and warmth of his tongue made me gasp and I gripped a fistful of his hair. He smiled against me and swirled his tongue around the quickly hardening bud.

I raked my hands through his hair then pushed beneath his robe to reveal his smooth skin. He practically glowed under the candle light and I lightly raked my fingers across his shoulders. He shuddered against me and moved his lips to my other nipple. He was slow and meticulous, determined for the ceremony to go well, and my chest warmed at the thought.

“You’re so tasty, Liv, maybe after this I can truly taste you.”

My thighs clenched at the thought and I hummed my agreement. When he started to trail his lips up my neck he laid me down on the pillows, my hair spread around me. I breathed deeply as he untied his robe and threw it to the floor. His half-hard cock bobbed as it was freed and I took my time appreciating his naked body. He allowed me to stare, his skin turning a soft shade of pink under my gaze.

I reached out, eager to see if his shaft was as silken as the rest of his skin. He gasped when my fingers grazed him and he crawled over me, his lips pressed against mine. His tongue begged for entrance which I permitted. Our tongues swirled around each other and he thrust into my hand. He needed friction and so did I because all my cunt met was cool air. I gripped his shoulders as Callahan’s advice about ‘riding it out’ popped into my head.

“Lay on your back, Damian, let me ride you.” That was all the thoughts of Callahan I allowed as I focused on the ceremony. Although, my mind seemed to be painfully aware that he stood in the balcony rafters watching this unfold. I didn't let myself wonder whether he liked what he saw.

Damian complied and flipped us so that his hands were on my hips and mine were braced on his chest. His hard length pressed against me. Experimentally, I ground my hips onto him and he moaned lightly, his hands tightening on my hips. My own gasps and moans followed as I lost myself to the feeling of him hard beneath me. It may have been my first time but I had done all of the research I could. The older witches were also happy to tell the stories of their ceremony and their demons.

“Y/N,” Damian called my name in a strained voice. My hooded eyes locked with his as his mouth hung open in want. “I need to cum inside you, Y/N.” I swallowed and cursed myself as I almost lost myself in the moment instead of focusing on the task: getting my true power.

I lifted onto my knees as he gripped himself. Once, twice, three times he swirled the tip against my clit making me pant, then he slipped slowly inside. There was a burning stretch to begin with, and the pain knocked the wind from me momentarily. Damian waited for a heartbeat before going slowly, his cock dragged against my sensitive walls and I moaned out a breath. I ground my hips down to meet his slow thrust. It felt good, very good.

Yet, a voice in the back of my mind -or maybe in my gut- told me something was wrong. The sex felt good, but I couldn't feel any signs of my power unfolding. I picked up the pace, my thighs burned and stretched from the effort and Damian groaned beneath me. One of his hands slid up my body and massaged my breast, pulling my nipple lightly. It felt good… so why wasn't my power or orgasm appearing.

That was when I got in my own head. Panic coursed through my body so strongly that it was hard to focus on the pace. Damian didn't seem to notice as he tilted his head back and continued to thrust. What if my power didn't appear? What if my power had appeared but it was too weak to even register? I never considered what would happen if I failed the ceremony. Oh shit, I’d studied all this time, got some of the highest grades only to fall at the sex hurdle. My chest tightened uncomfortably and I barely registered Damian’s cock inside of me.

“Shit.” I must have spoken out loud because Damian increased his pace, trying to chase both our highs, but that wasn't coming and it seemed neither would I.

“Move,” a deep voice growled beside us. Damian paused mid thrust and I was hauled into strong, warm arms. I yelped as I was abruptly removed and he gasped at the sensation.

“Hey, what are you-?” Damian sat up and faced the newcomer.

“Shut up.”

I looked up at Callahan as he placed me on my feet. My whole body trembled from the panic that still ran inside me. My cheeks flared hot as Callahan’s hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in until our noses brushed.

“Stop panicking, Little Witch, I’m going to make sure you get your power.”

“What do you mean?” I whispered.

He didn't reply, he merely grinned that too sharp grin and started to undo his belt. Instantly, my eyes caught the movement and I watched as his fingers deftly undid his buckle and then the button until he quickly slid the zipper down. I licked my lips at the thought of what was beneath the red boxers I spied. He loosened the grip on my neck so he could pull back to remove his trousers and boxers in one swoop. Holy shit he was huge. Damian was big but Callahan had girth and length and my virgin pussy quivered at the sight.

“That's not going to fit.”

I didn't realise that I spoke aloud until Callahan used his hand to stroke himself from base to tip and stated, “it will fit, you can take it.” His words went straight to my core and as I bit my lip, I finally placed my hands on him. I ran my hands over his broad chest, mapping the feel of him beneath my hands. “No time for that, Little Witch, we need to get you good and fucked.”

After he spoke he hooked his hands under my thighs and hoisted my legas around his hips. I felt his hard length press against me and his skin was so hot and solid. I took a shuddering breath in and looped my arms around his neck. He sunk to his knees then quickly straightened his legs so that he was spread out beneath me. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and the pure muscle I had between my thighs. “Now, you're going to take me like a good fucking girl.”

One of his hands grabbed my thigh in a bruising grip and the other fisted in my hair. He looked so good and his lips were pressed in a line I just wanted to pry them open with my tongue. I leaned forward and tried to press my lips to his, but his hand in my hair stopped me an inch away. A pathetic whine sounded in the back of my throat. “I can't kiss you?”

“No kissing, just hone in on the feel of my throbbing cock inside of you.” He thrust up into after that final word. I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he stretched and filled me so deeply. He moaned beneath me and it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard. An unadulterated heat swirled in my chest and in my stomach.

Somewhere in the background I heard Damian protest but everything else soon fell away as I locked eyes with Callahan. He thrust deeply into me and it was nothing like with Damian. This felt like my pussy was meant to encase him, like I was meant to be on top of him and nowhere else.

I couldn't stop the string of moans that escaped me. My breath puffed against his lips and he grit his teeth so hard I thought he'd crack a tooth. “Focus, Little Witch.”

How could I focus on anything but him. My hands roamed since my lips couldn't. He still wore his shirt but I quickly made work of the buttons and slid my hands across his pecs. They were firm and radiated an unnatural amount of heat. I was jostled forward as he thrust particularly hard into me and my eyes rolled back at the feeling.

“You just needed your Professor didn't you?” He ground out, a mocking lilt to his tone. I didn't care if he was mocking me because his cock was making me feel things I didn't know was possible. “You needed a thick demon cock to stuff you until you saw stars huh?” I clenched around him at his words. “Oh you like that, Little Witch? You like the sound of my voice as I pound into you?” He was gritting out each word and it made me flush all over. The heat I felt earlier grew and I realised that it wasn't just lust, it was my power starting to form.

I moaned and started to bounce on his cock. His hand on my thigh didn't help my range of movement but it kept me grounded, as though I would burn away the moment I reached for my power. He sucked a breath in through his teeth and stared at me almost in awe. With a smirk he moved his hand from my thigh and trailed his fingers upwards until they met the juncture between my legs.

“So fucking wet for me, huh?” He drew tight circles on my clit and I cried out. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. My cunt clamped down on him and he grunted at the sensation. He leaned his neck back, and with his hand still in my hair he pulled slightly. “Eyes on me, Little Witch.” He ensured our gazes were on each other which was tougher than I thought when all I wanted to do was lean my head to the sky and moan his name.

A smug smile covered his lips as though he read my mind and he thrust faster. I tried to match his pace but he was too fast, my hips faltered against him. Then the angle of his thrust changed and I did moan his name. He cursed and his cock throbbed, but his thrusts didn't falter. He was hitting my G-spot over and over and my powere spiralled inside of me like a coil ready to snap.

“Keep riding me, feel my fingers on your clit and my cock inside of you. You need to cum, Little Witch, I want to see you cum.” He whispered the last bit as though it was a secret between us.

His words tipped me over the edge and with it a blast of energy exploded from me. It blew out the candles and almost knocked the other professors from their feet. Gasps and mutters sounded through the chamber but Callahan wasn't done because to make sure that power remained, he had to cum. I smirked through my deep breaths and I scratched down his chest, focusing on clenching around the tip of his penis as he almost pulled all the way out. He growled and thrust harder. He pulled me to his chest, our lips so close yet not touching and my breasts pressed against him. The drag of each thrust had another orgasm building inside of me.

“Professor, I’m going to cum again,” I warned him with a whine.

“So needy,” he grunted. “If my Little Witch wants to cum again I’ll allow it, fucking milk me dry.” His thrusts faltered for all of a second and his fingers started their tight circles on my clit once more.

I screamed as the second orgasm ripped through me and he pulsed inside of me. He thrust three more times before he moaned and stilled inside of me. His face contorted in pleasure and that almost had me cumming again. His stillness didn't last long because he slowly pumped in and out of me. I whined at how sensitive I felt and I knew I would be sore in the morning, but with Callahan beneath me, his face flushed, hands still on me, and his eyes alight with fire, it was 100% worth it.

A bell echoed in the chamber and slowly -almost hesitantly- Callahan untangled his fingers from my hair and sat up. I went with him, my hands on his shoulders to steady our new position. He tucked a strand of hair away from my sweaty face and used his other hand to ensure my legs remained around his waist as he stood. He stayed sheathed inside me and the new angle made me gasp.

“The Ceremony is over, Little Witch. You did it,” his voice was hoarse and his eyes still blazed.

I searched his gaze, trying to see if he was affected as I was. I wondered if it was the power, the orgasm or just him that made my skin buzz. He pulled out of me, my slick coated every inch of him and the sound of it made my cheeks flush. He lowered me onto shaky feet. My knees almost buckled as a level of soreness radiated through me. I gripped his forearms to steady myself. He searched my face for a second but his attention was torn away by movement on the balcony.

“Y/N L/N, congratulations, your magic has awoken,” the headmaster announced from his place on the balcony. “You will now proceed to the second part of your training starting on Monday.”

“And her magic scale?” Callahan’s voice sounded so loud as it reverberated beside me. The headmaster chuckled like he was having drinks with his friends. He didn't speak, he merely showed us his pocket dial. The entire screen was cracked, the dial handles were bent at different angles and the paint practically melted from the metal. High, very high.

“Get dressed please, Y/N. We have one more candidate to test before dinner.”

It was then that I was suddenly aware that I was very very naked and Callahan’s cum dripped down my thigh. Shakily, I reached for my robe, my thighs and core throbbed as I bent down. A grunt sounded behind me, but when I looked over my shoulder Callahan donned his clothes and was busy tucking himself back into his boxers. I stared at his back and licked my lips, the ghost of his hand on me making me want to tear his clothes back off. He buttoned his shirt and turned back to me.

“I’ll see you in class, Little Witch.”

I tied the robe and bowed my head to both the headmaster and Callahan. Damian was nowhere to be found and I needed a shower before dinner. I left the Ceremony room with a smile on my face and pleasurable soreness across my body.

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