Nothing is prettier than bringing the powerful, the feared, the malevolent to their knees. Nothing. Not even the Jewel of Heaven could compare to the satisfaction thrumming through your veins as you gaze at the lauded Admiral of Hell on his knees, panting, begging like a bitch in heat as he keened for your attention, rutting against your leg like it was the only thing stopping him from falling into oblivion.
It’s so cute. He’s so cute.
“Leviathan.”
He whines at the acknowledgement and buries his face into the fabric of your bottoms, nibbling at skin with his pointed fangs as he ruts harder. His hat dangled from your fingertips as you pressed the other one against his clammy skin and he hisses and practically sobs at the warmth.
So pretty. So obedient. All mine.
“Leviathan.” He stills upon hearing the strength behind the unspoken command, teary vermillion eyes cautiously peeking up from the curtain of blue eyelashes he whimpered. He’s a mess- half his uniform in crinkled shambles and providing the barest amounts of modesty to the lauded archdemon as his tie is used to trap his hands behind his back as he sits on your foot like a good boy, clothed and sticky cock pressed firm against your lower leg. His face is flushed and red and clammy underneath your palm, and you dig a finger into his mouth that he obediently sucks like a pacifier.
“Good boy.” You smile, and the general groans as he clenches his teeth and cums against you.
I--
Anon.... you... you've dropped gold in my inbox and I don't know how to thank you. This is just.....so delicious. Bring the admiral to his knees, oh, you know where to hit me hard, don't you?
