The blade slid down my stomach. The cool steel was pressed down enough to leave a red mark, but not enough to cut into my flesh. Hovering above me was my favorite demon. Leviathan. But this wasn't something he'd ever do to me. Not like this.

I shuddered as the blade rested against my mount, and involuntarily thrusted my hips into the ground below me. He had succumbed to a curse that brought out a more feral and demonic side of him. Previous to this encounter we had crossed paths in the streets of devildom. Mammon was with him then. I can't recollect all that was said then. All I could think about was the knife held in Levi's hands. He was going on about how he had kept it polished, and was just itching to use it.

As soon as Mammon looked away he grabbed my wrist, and dragged me away. I didn't scream. I was too curious about what he was going to do. That's how I wound up in the alley, pinned to the ground. The sound of my clothes ripping made me look up at his masked face. He was being so silent, and it was unfair.

His mask left me with no ability to read his emotion, and all I could hear was my heart ricocheting in my chest. I swallowed hard, and gathered what nerves I had left to ask him something.

"Are you going to kill me?"

His head tilted to the side, and I felt him shift above me. His knife slowly tracing circles on my cheek, forcing me to freeze as he responded.

"Why would I do that? A human soul's taste doesn't die out as they age. I can play games with you like this until your last day… Either way I get the prize I was looking for…"

Tears threatened to spill over, and I drove my face to the side, grimacing at the stinging sensation on my cheek. The sound of his tongue clicking rubbed against my ear.

"Now look at what you've done. Are you trying to start the game early? I saw you staring at my knife, and I could smell those lewd thoughts running in your head…"

I peeked through my dampened eyes as he slowly waved the knife in front of me. My gaze followed. Before any of this happened I had expressed to him about my desire for knife play, but he always refused. Not wanting to hurt me.

Part of me was in fact excited, and the other part was almost heartbroken and ashamed. If I were to die after being some plaything, I wanted to get something else off my chest.

"Is that it then? Am I really nothing but some kind of toy to you?"

It was his turn to freeze. He sat up on my hips, and crossed his arms. His face was towards the sky as if he was in deep thought. In a blur of motion he had my hands pinned above me, and my legs separated on either side of his knees. The cold wind of night made my back arch and body quiver. He inched his face to my ear, and I did my best to avoid his unseen stare.

"You think that? Of course you would… we were never meant to be anything but that. Still, I never wanted to hurt you. But how can I say that when you tell me it could bring you pleasure? You caused me to be like this. It's your fault. I should be the one asking those kinds of questions-"

My heart trembled on the verge of breaking.

"-You were always too nice to me. Maybe you are just a toy to me, but if this is all just a game then isn't being my toy the ultimate prize?"

I shook my head rapidly.

"No! I never wanted to be nothing to you! I worked so hard to be best friends with you! Why would you say something so terrible!"

I felt the grip on my hand tighten. He was angry, and it showed.

"Because I'm pathetic! If you're anything but a toy to me, then you'd be just as bad and I don't want that for you!"

Silence grew between us. I could have sworn I saw a painful glint in his eyes. Our bodies shifted again, but this time he placed me in his lap, the blade to my throat. The last thing he murmured to me sent multiple chills through my spine.

"I want you to be so much more than a toy. That's why I'm trying so hard. That's why I'm doing this. If I take you as mine no one else can have you. I only want your soul because it's better off with me. M

Not even my Father knows what perversions my brothers will act out with you. You. Are. Mine."

My heart sank, but shot back up as his hand reached past my beltline. Slowly he caressed the most sensitive parts of my loin and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me. Not could I hold back my pleas.

"W-wait! What if someone sees us!?"

As soon as I hollered he clasped my mouth, giving me a low shush. I nodded against his palm, and felt a chuck vibrate against my back. His hand grasped my chest, massaging it through the fabric.

I closed my eyes and let out a small "eep" as I heard the sound of ripped clothes. But nothing could stop the gruntled noise I made as I felt another stinging sensation on my hip. Looking down I saw the small beads of blood forming against my flesh. I looked back at him, my head feeling light from the situation. It was too much for me, and I fell back against him.

As I tried to fight with my consciousness, another sensation hit me. Another sting, but this time it was mixed with pleasure as his free hand delved back towards my core. I shut my eyes in response. Another chuckle resounded, followed by the sound of a kiss being placed on my head.

Even though the kiss was blocked by the mask, it still made my head feel fuzzy. Just like many times before. He never carved into my skin, but between the small nicks on my hips, and the growing heat from below my climax was closing in.

My first release came, but he didn't stop. Even if it was only a few seconds he continued to tease my entrance and pinch and scratch my wounds. I had enough.

Without thinking, I swung my arm out and broke free of his grasp. I leaned against the wall, catching my balance, and breath. I should have never looked up because as soon as I did he was already rushing towards me. His free hand manhandled me and he carved his knife through my side. Deep enough to make me bleed, but not deep enough to where I'd need stitches. Soon after he dug his nails into my new cuts and I didn't expect the pleasure it caused. My body was on fire, and he knew it.

He did away with my underwear and opened up his jacket which was hiding his members. The base was red and throbbing, but the rest of it was a gradient of a deep purple. Just like the colors on his horns. The cocks themselves were rounded at the head but it still held a flexible tentacle shape, almost like a hard plastic with ridges and ripples. My heart sped up as he drew closer to me. The sound of his knife finally dropping echoed through the alleyway. I could hear his deep breathing as he held himself against me. It felt like he was silently asking for my consent. The part of me that was ashamed and heartbroken had faded away in that moment.

I lifted his head from my shoulder and stared into the dark holes covering his eyes. I saw the frustration and longing glisten in them, and I couldn't hold the smirk that grew on my lips. This is exactly what I wanted.

Without hesitation he lifted my legs around his hips. The ripples on the head of his members tickled my clit, and I reached a hand down to touch him. He swallowed loudly as his "friends" curved and wrapped around my fingers. Pulling my hand away gave way to his new helix shape. Almost too gently he pushed in me. He was still shy about his size, but he had his advantages.

With zero warning he started moving in and out at an uneven pace. The parts of him that couldn't fit rippled and separated almost like an accordion. The access flesh lapped at my joy button and I groaned.

His nails scratched at my skin, and grazed every Nick and cut to my hips and side. Some sending pain, some sending pleasant chills and pleasure. It was over all too quickly as my second wave hit me, and I came.

My body fought against him which only edged me further and he slowed down, forcing me to ride out my orgasm. As soon as he sensed I was calmed down he went at it again.

The thrusts gained speed, and his strokes got longer. Even with him occasionally popping out, he didn't slow down. My back aches against the brick wall, and my final orgasm washed over me. As it did so Levi's body pushed forward and his hips pushed out as he cummed on the wall below me.

Our heavy panting slowed down, and my heart stopped as we made eye contact. Somewhere along the line I grabbed a hold of his mask, and the string had broken.

It was like two deers in headlights. Levi had let go of my legs and they slowly found their way to the ground. The only thing he was able to muster was-