#omnsfw

When you came down from the human realm and stood nearly as tall as Diavolo he sneered and rolled his eyes. 'get a load of this guy' was written all over his face. He truly wasn't intimidated by you whatsoever, you were a soft squishy human.

Before forming a pact with you he'd hate having to look up to speak with you. He'd always yell about you kneeling, how he was the one to look down on you, not the other way around.

In R.A.D he'll be forced to look at the back of your dumb head. If he cared enough he'd bitch about having your billboard of a back in the way. At least being behind you has its perks of being out of the professor's line of sight.

Sometimes he'd have daydreams on real bad days he'd daydream about finally knocking you on your knees and stepping on you while you begged for forgiveness along with Lucifer. They'd always turn around his mood.

Sometimes he'd get your clothes mixed up with Beelzebub's and if he'd find out he headed right to your room to catapult it at your face and tell you to wash your own damn clothes, even though it was honest mistakes. He's not helping some human who'd be gone in the blink of an eye.

After the Pact

Mammon's not sure when it happens but he does notice a shift in how he feels about you. One night as he's moaning and complaining about losing a bet, or getting found out, he saw you listening. And the way you looked down just to focus on him and him alone had his face heating up. He had to skedaddle away in order to collect his thoughts.

Soon enough he takes delight in being looked down upon, that way your attention was solely focused on him! It has him cackling on the inside when you turn your head away from the others to look at him and him alone!

He'd now borrow your clothes instead of just assaulting you with them. You're stylish enough, and with the trend of wearing larger shirts coming on, he feels entitled to your wardrobe. If you ask why just you and not the others. He refuses to answer.

When he's bored in class he'll just stare at you. eyes are naturally drawn to you since you stand out in the crowd and the professor still hasn't moved you. He doesn't like that. The idea of other demons looking at you makes him want to climb on top of you and yell at them. Climbing you? God damn... His face flushes as his mind spirals into series of him pushing you down onto the bed, having you between his knees, and even switching back and fourth with who is one their knees for who. HOO boy! He had to skip class that day, and it was real weird seeing you after he jerked off to you twice.

Whenever he can, he's going to try and use you as muscle, even if you aren't strong. Being tall is good enough sometimes. He tries to loop you into helping him cheat, helping him steal, whatever he can get away with. Half because of his need to exploit something, but half because Mammon actually enjoys your company and he wants to monopolize as much time as he possibly can.

Sometimes when he gets spooked by horror movies or otherwise he actually jumps into your arms, trying to crawl up as to escape whatever it was. Then after some time he might just try to stay in your arms as long as possible, even trying to perch himself on your shoulders like he was bird.

He always laughs at you that he can spot you easily in a crowd. He jeers and laughs but its honestly a relief and a curse. He likes knowing that if you get lost in a crowd he can easily radar your location. Though he doesn't like that his other brothers are just as easily able to pinpoint you. He was your first! He's the great Mammon!

Dirty Fantasies

He's beat his meat to you plenty of times before, so much so now that he's lost count. He never thought a human much taller than him would turn into his type, but here he is stumbling over himself each time you look down at him with a smile.

During those long busy nights where he comes home frustrated and needs some release he thinks of pushing you down over his pool table and settling into your guts as you bite down on a pool cue. Imagining your back and each little tremble. He'll fuck you nice and good. He'll even tug your cock nice and good so your toes curl so you'll cum as he's pulling you close and shooting into you and covering your back with hickies. In his dreams he can leave them on your neck even though he'll never be able to reach.

Perfect nights where he got to spend the entire day with you... perhaps you could even call it a date...? He'll head back to his room with one of the shirts he's stolen from you and bite into it as he smeared his cock with spit and chasing the idea of having you right there. Having you ride him would be wonderful. Your hands on him trying to keep steady as you fuck yourself on his cock. Seeing himself going inside you... He had to bite your shirt harder to keep him yowling out.

He finishes on your shirt. It's left in tatters by the end covered in cum, spit, sweat, and precum. He does this with a ton off your clothing. Sweaters, tees, even underwear is not safe from his clutches. He'd even resort to stealing them if need be.

Sitting on your foot and teasing the hell out of your cock is a fantasy that comes often to him. Swirling his tongue around your tip and watching you squirm and beg for more. It satisfies a deep primal want that his human is being greedy for attention, and he's going to edge you for as long as he possibly can till every nerve is of fire and he can smell the overwhelming sin pour from you.

DIAVOLO

He was so amused seeing you the first day, I mean look at Lucifer!

You didn't seem worried of your own fate, which eased some of his nerves, but sparked different fears

Would you be fine here, with little to no care? Even with the supervision you had?

And when you managed to survive two years of being in Devildom, sometimes when your life was in danger

He felt great about it, and you, and coming to the human world was so wonderful

That's when he felt most comfortable, really

He was away from work, in your room with you, your hand gently caressing his thigh

He got a bit pouty each time you didn't keep going or moved your hand

Give him a little kiss on his bare skin and you'll see him shiver slightly

Be gentle while handling him though, he's new to this, but he knows you can handle him

Make the space comfortable too, just make everything really nice so you can go slow and hear all his sweet little moans

Keep kissing around, gentle bites, subtly marking him riles him up more than words can in this moment

He's most likely going to flip it on you when you're not able to keep going on him

He's also the one who goes the longest of everyone while still allowing you to climax, enjoy yourself..

BARBATOS

The hardest person to get alone for more than a few minutes, what kind of a sadist are you?

At the beginning, it was hard to even know how he felt, even now it could be hard

But you didn't give up and ended up in a relationship with the Barbatos

Having any romantic moments with him are few and far between, but they felt wonderful when they happened

You got to bathe in his subtle but fragrant cologne while he eased you to sleep during your stay at the Demon Lord's castle

Then, he woke you up and you wanted your Barbatos-time, so you had him promise you time together, just the two of you

He cleared his schedule with care before meeting with you at night

Still didn't turn off his butler switch and cared over you until he could detect no lies

And then you brought up an offer; cockwarming (with or without a dildo)

His face grew red as he checked up on how you were feeling, before smirking, "My, my, if only you told me earlier, dear.."

After checking that he didn't have any other business, he settled himself on your lap and allowed your test of patience to begin

He took the time to graze your lips, to gentle bite them and to feel up your body before you broke and pushed him onto the bed

Although you weren't gentle with him, he didn't entirely mind, he enjoyed seeing how quickly you broke when he was right there

Now, just tell him whenever you need that again, surely his schedule would magically be free?

SIMEON

You were the opposite of what he expected when he saw you

Well toned, tall and looks as if you could crush someone skull with your hands

He was impressed that humans could get to the point you were at

But that didn't distract him that much yet, not until later on, the closer he got to you

You clouded his brain and judgement to the point he had to pause his speaking to gather himself again

Then the night on the train came, where he told you how he felt about you and you accepted his advances

It eases his nerves for sure and you spending more time with him was even better

But in your touches, he felt you restraining yourself, avoiding touching some places

That made him upset, where you had to avoid where you laid your hands on him because it was considered sinful

So, he let you indulge by starting it himself by planting himself on your lap, placed your hands on his hips and when your hands moved to his ass, he leaned in and kissed you

Course, he thought it would stop at touching, even if it killed him inside, but you didn't

You pushed him back onto the bed, mumbling about how long you'd waited, if he was sure about this, and he felt his face warm up

You were rough, but slow with him, and you both ended up with nothing on by the end of the night

Spoon him as you both rest, and promise him this wasn't a one time thing, please

SOLOMON

Another person who was amused, especially cause of how you reacted the exact opposite the demons expected

I mean really, you may be stronger physically, but that doesn't make you anymore safe than if an average human was sent down

Still, he promises to be the only connection you have to other humans while down here

Continues to treat you as if you were a meek little lamb who needs a guardian

And then you start developing magical skills and he's BEAMING

Finally, someone on his level, maybe even better, who's physically strong to boot?

You're like the perfect little magic person wrapped up

And then he can't keep how he feels to himself in Levi's game

It's not like he hasn't had experiences like that before, but it still felt unreal

And he didn't receive as much as you did that night

So, when you're in his dorm and the angels are out, he decides to mess with you

Tugging on your shirt is your first hint of what Solomon wants, so why hold back?

It was his turn to be a moaning mess and it caught him off-guard at how well your hips moved in motion with his movements

Though, he didn't really mind being on the receiving end for once

The constant murmurs in his ear, asking how he's doing before you gently bite behind his ear once he reassures you he's fine

Diavolo and Simeon headed the bar, a group of succubi and incubi crowding around. Lucifer was dazzling some customers with his pouring skills - four drinks at once. Asmo was getting groped and you really hoped he was remembering to charge for all those extra touches.

Everyone seemed to be working well, except for...

"Belphegor."

From the lap of a cute demoness - who looked about ready to faint - Belphie stirred. He looked at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. "Oh... Hey, MC."

"What have we talked about, Belphie?" you sighed in mock disappointment. Belphie blushed and looked away, sitting up from his lap pillow.

"...Not to sleep during shifts," he mumbled. The patrons at the table cooed. He had them wrapped around his little finger.

His methods might've been underhanded, but Belphie was good at his job.

"Belphie, this is the third time. I'm gonna have to punish you." You made a show of looking remorseful even as the table protests.

"We offered to let him sleep-"

"He just looked so cute, so I asked him to rest-"

"We really did let him!"

"No, MC's right." Belphegor slowly stood up and bent himself over the table, well-trained. The motion brought the attention of several other customers. "When I slack off, it makes more work for you and Beel, right? So I don't mind if you punish me..."

You hummed and Belphie made himself comfortable, one customer even sweetly laying a pillow down on the table for him to rest his head.

"I'd totally get in trouble with the others too. You know how much Mammon hates it when I play favourites." You stroke soothing circles into Belphie's back, the patrons watching as he shuddered and blushed.

"Don't talk about anyone else right now," Belphie whined, holding his hips up to give you - and the patrons - a better view. "I only want you to pay attention to me... Even if it's to punish me, focus on me."

Even as he claimed your attention, Belphie reached out his hands for the demonesses to take. One stroked his hair, one kissed his palm.

"Go easy on him, okay?" one asked, and you smiled.

"I promise I will." Their relief at your words was short-lived as you pulled the switch from its harness on your leg.

"But you said-"

"I'm a human, so my strength isn't much compared to a demon," you explained, your hand moving down to Belphie's ass. "Just using my palms wouldn't work very well as a punishment."

"A bunishment?" The demons giggled even as you swatted Belphie for that comment.

"How about... 20, hm? Will that wake you up?" you asked, leaning over him, pressing his chest into the table. His ass pressed back against you, grinding - only you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah," Belphie mumbled, his eyes flicking between the patrons with an adorable blush. "Um, if it hurts, I might squeeze your hands..."

"That's okay," one cooed. The others seemed to agree.

"Count for me, okay?" You give him a kiss on the neck before standing back up, running the switch down his back and watching Belphie tense in anticipation.

"One!" he yelped at the first hit. You knew it couldn't hurt him that much - brat or not, Belphie was a powerful demon - but he still shuddered at the hit. Still, Belphie held his hips up obediently, ass in the air, ready for the next hit. "Two!"

You changed it up a little, going from left to right, high and low, trying to find the spot that would provide the best reaction for your audience.

"Nine," Belphie moaned. You grinned, not bothering with the pitiful act anymore. After all, very few eyes were on you.

"Ten!" With his hands being held by the customers, Belphie tried to hide his face in the pillow. You let a demoness soothe him, guiding him to turn his head, revealing his flushed cheeks and watery eyes.

At eleven, you noticed a 'problem'.

"Belphie," you spoke as he cried out 'twelve', in a broken voice, "stop humping the table."

"Sh-shut up..." Belphie was bright red as you reached around his hips. He moaned when you cupped the bulge in his pants, releasing a put-upon sigh.

"It's not much of a bunishment if you enjoy it, right? What am I going to do with you, honestly..." You shook your head and faked considering a solution.

“Please don’t stop!” Belphie begged. The table - not to mention everyone nearby - watched as he rutted against the edge, moaning. “Please, master!”

You sighed. "Fine, but I still expect you to count."

The next hit aimed between his legs.

“Thirteen!” Belphie’s eyes rolled for the audience, his hands holding tightly to the patrons. “Fourteen!”

Playing it up for the audience or not, Belphie was really making himself look like a slut. Your aimed another strike between his legs, just missing his dick, and his next counts were barely understandable moans.

“Ei-eighteen…” Belphie drooled onto the table. A demoness found a napkin to gently clean his face. Belphie sighed happily and sucked on her fingers when she offered them.

“Better take those out before the last two,” you advised, giving Belphie a moment's rest. “His bites can hurt.”

You groped around to find where his ass was the most sore, directing your next swing to where you'd gotten the highest-pitched moan.

“Nineteen!” Belphie shuddered and groaned and for a second you’d thought one of the patrons had started jerking him off. Tears fell down his cheeks prettily, highlighting his wet lips.

“Last one, Belphie. Are you ready?” you asked in a soothing voice, squeezing one well-abused cheek. He whined and nodded.

“Please, I deserve it…”

You rolled your eyes. “I feel like this has been more of a reward for you…” Once more, you palmed at his crotch, earning an open mouthed moan that had at least one customer shoving their hands between their legs. “But at least it got your blood pumping.”

You flip him over, exposing his bulge to the entire room. Belphie’s hands scramble against the table before they’re once again caught by some patrons, squeezing his hands and stroking his hair.

You brought the switch down hard, not holding back, against the line of his dick.

Belphie cried out, his back arched, his head thrown back. A small wet spot formed in his pants where pre-cum leaked through, and when he collapsed, still shaking, on the table you could already see one demoness scrambling through her purse.

“Twenty…” Belphie murmured. One patron that had been holding his hand brought him in for a deep, messy kiss.

“There’s a good boy.” You rubbed his thighs soothingly, Belphie still trying to buck his hips into empty air.

“Here.” A demoness slammed a wad of cash onto the table. You picked it up and counted. “This is enough for a private room, right?”

“For an hour,” you agreed, pocketing the money into your bunny bag. “Please be mindful of this bunny’s rules and limits. You can find a copy on the back of the door in his room. This is considered a binding agreement and breaking said rules could result in severe consequences.”

The demoness nodded and those at the table began to get up - except for Belphie and the demoness he was still kissing.

You slapped his still-sensitive cock. Belphie yelped into the demoness’ mouth, pulling away to look at you with a string of saliva still connecting them.

“These kind ladies are going to play with you in your room. Make sure to be a good bunny for them, okay?

“Yes, master.” Belphie stood, face still messy from saliva and tears. His gait as he walked was awkward, keeping pressure away from his crotch and his ass as much as possible. “Thank you for punishing this naughty bunny.”

Through the arousal, you could see a hint of Belphie’s ordinary mischievous self. You might reward him later for putting on such a good show - but that wasn’t something for the customers to see.

“Enjoy your time, ladies. Please let me know if he needs any further bunishment.”

You bowed before the patrons as Belphie led them through the tables to the back rooms. You sighed and made sure to make note of the time - you were certain you’d have to go help him clean up once his hour was done.

The life of a bunny master was exhausting.

———

Beel

You understood that this world was wondrous and varied and included many people with many different kinks, and you were quite sure this was one of them.

The patrons at Beel’s table had racked up a bill worth thousands of Grimm and counting. Barbatos had been serving them near-constantly, switching out empty plates for ones piled high with treats. The customers themselves barely had any, instead focusing on letting Beel eat the lion’s share as they watched.

So long as Beel was happy, you didn’t really mind. Solomon was getting the same treatment to a lesser extent a few tables over after you’d encouraged the idea. Of course, no human - and no demon either - was going to out-eat Beel, and his patrons had moved from feeding him to stroking his stomach. Solomon gave you a thumbs up as you passed, so he was fine.

“Excuse me!”

You turned on your heel and headed straight to Beel’s table, where one handsome demon had him licking whipped cream off of his hand. The demon looked utterly entranced as he watched Beel’s tongue move between his digits. Having gotten the same treatment a few times, you couldn’t blame him.

“Yes, madam? How may this bunny assist you?” You gave a little bow in greeting that the patrons always seemed to love. While your role as the bunny manager had prevented you from being hired out specifically - for the most part - your assistance was still very popular.

“Aren’t you a cutie!” the demoness laughed. She was older than most of the other demons at the bar, utterly gorgeous with deep green hair and a mature figure. “My partner and I just saw the magic carrot reward on the menu and I think you’re the bunny to ask.”

You smiled brightly and nodded even as Beel’s eyes widened. A blush started to creepy up his neck.

The demoness’ partner, who seemed to be about half her age, nodded.

“He’s just been so good, we wanted to reward him.” The plates on the table were once again empty - and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say clean. Not a crumb of cake or a lick of icing was left.

“That’s awfully sweet of you!” you said with a bright smile. The older demoness was clearly in charge and held an obvious preference for the cute types - whether it was Beel’s gentle giant 'act' or your more eager to please work persona. “Let me show you what we work with. Hm… it’ll probably be best to sit Beel on the table so I can work properly and you can see.”

“Allow me to clear the plates.” Barbatos’ voice nearly made you jump out of your skin and you swatted at his tail for the trouble. Barbatos merely worked efficiently, piling plates high in his arms.

The demoness laughed. “I’m starting to think this one likes to watch, too.”

With that thought living in your mind, you go to where the club’s toys are stored and find what you’re looking for. You pass Barbatos on the way back, a dozen plates balanced in his arms contrasting the small purple box in your hands.

You noticed Barbatos had left whipped cream and a small plate of cherries on the side. Beel was already settled on the table like a good boy, the strong wood thankfully enough to support his weight.

“Oh, did Barbatos tell you about Beel’s cherry stem trick?” you asked curiously, searching through the cherries for a long enough stem.

“Cherry trick?” the demon asked, intrigued. He had a leaner figure than Beel - strength still clear in his form, but of a different kind. If you had to guess, you'd say his demonic aspect leaned aquatic.

You found a stem an inch and a half long and pulled it out of the cherry, gently placing it on Beel’s waiting tongue.

The three of you watched his mouth move for a minute until he poked his tongue back out, the stem tied into a neat little knot.

“Huh, I always thought that was bullshit,” the demon mumbled.

“He’s very skilled with his tongue,” you praised.

The demoness raised an eyebrow. “Know that from experience, hm?”

You played yourself to be a little bashful, clearing your throat and swiftly changing the subject. The answer was of course you did, but you knew Beel could be shy about this sort of thing.

“Here’s the reward, Madame.”

"Please, call me Ekidna. And this is Charybdis."

You nodded and introduced yourself, for what it was worth - everyone here knew your name. The box in your hands unlatched with a click.

The owner of the fall, whatever else could be said about him, was a demon with stunning attention to detail and a lot of money to waste. Hence the toy in your hands now.

The “magic carrot” was a vibrating wand shaped like a carrot. It wasn’t a cheap, poorly made toy either. It was high quality and powerful. Enough to bring any of your bunnies to their knees.

Beel’s eyes fixed on the toy in your hands even as Charybdis groped at his chest.

You stopped Ekidna's hand from reaching for Beel’s pants with a gentle but firm grip.

“You can find the limits of each bunny on the back of our menus. Exposing this particular bunny is only to be done in a private room.” You met the demoness’ eyes and to your relief she backed off easily with an apologetic smile. “Would you prefer to move this somewhere private? Our rates are very reasonable considering the high quality of our… product.”

You dropped a wink at Beel who smiled shyly back. Ekidna shook her head.

“I would hate to make him wait any longer.”

The buzzing of the toy filled the air and Beel breathed heavily. He leaned back against the table, spreading his legs for your access - the fabric of his pants strained against the muscles of his thighs. Charybdis undid the buttons on Beel’s vest with trembling fingers before they could pop.

You tugged Beel towards you, forcing him to hunch his back to your level.

“Remember the safeword?” you whispered into Beel’s ear, disguising the check-in by gently nipping his ear. So close, you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

“Yes, master,” he mumbled and you rewarded him with a kiss.

The eager demon pulled Beel back and you allowed it - mainly because if Beel really didn’t want to go, there were few beings who could move him. Ekidna stood behind you, and when you didn’t protest, rested her head on your shoulder, her hands finding your hips.

“This is my favourite view,” she told you with a smile in her voice.

It was hard to miss when Beel was excited. He’d kept mostly calm so far but you knew he was rather sensitive - and honestly, this was your favourite view too.

You started with trailing, teasing touches around his abs and thighs, watching the way the muscles twitched under the vibrations. The stimulation was enough to get him half-hard in his pants, the demoness humming approvingly at what she could see.

You smiled. Beel was often under-appreciated in your opinion - it was nice to find others who could understand his appeal.

“I’m going to touch it now, okay?” You gave Beel a split second of warning before pressing the wand against the growing bulge.

Beel’s reaction was immediate. He threw his head back and groaned, nearly knocking into Charybdis who was climbing onto the table to get a better view. You kept your touches light for now, trailing along the side of his clothed cock and resting for a moment against the base.

“How does that feel, bunny?” you asked him like you didn’t already know the answer.

“Good,” Beel mumbled, leaning against Charybdis’s chest. “Feels good, thank you.”

You focused your attention on the tip where you knew he was sensitive, watching him groan and buck into the toy. The demon slipped a cherry into his mouth to keep him calm, the flavour giving him something, anything else to focus on.

“You know,” you said casually, Beel squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall back, “he also likes his chest being played with.”

Charybdis took full advantage of that, his hands moving around to cup Beel’s pecs, his fingers exploring for any reaction. Beel pouted at you but that expression disappeared when you pressed the toy down harder.

You unzipped him - not to expose him, but to release some of the painful pressure you could see building between his legs. The downside of those tight pants was that they did not leave much room for a boner, and this was a reward for Beel. Discomfort wasn’t part of the package.

Beel worked himself up quickly under your ministrations, his hips fucking up into the air as the vibrations traveled through the fabric into his skin. His eyes fluttered prettily when you clicked the toy again, the vibrations increasing in their intensity. Like this Beel often forgot he was putting on a show for the crowd, focused on you and what made his body feel good. That was all part of his charm though - his honesty was one of his best qualities.

“M-master…” he murmured and you could hear him struggle to remember to address you by your title, not your name. Your sweet Beel, shaking from the effort of holding himself up on his elbows despite all his strength.

“This is a reward, bunny,” you reminded him gently. “You can come whenever you want.”

“Close,” he admitted. Beel pushed his chest forward into the demon’s hands, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

He could be tempting when he wanted to be.

You flicked the wand up another setting and focused it right under his head, the single button on his black pants hanging on by a thread. Beel gasped and bucked and clawed at the table, trying to stay good, to stay in position.

“Mmmaster,” his voice was breathy, low, enough to make you bite your lip. “‘S a lot.”

“I know, bunny,” you soothed. Beel whined when the demon pinched his nipples through his shirt. The button on his pants was straining with effort as he bucked his hips. “Come, let it all out.”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before Beel groaned, long and deep, his face flushed and eyes unfocused. A wet spot rapidly spread before your eyes.

Beel flinched away from the toy and you quickly pulled it away, dropping it back into its box. Charybdis bit at Beel’s swollen lips - but your demon reached one shaky hand out to you.

“What a sweetheart,” Ekidna murmured in your ear. You’d nearly forgotten about her, so enraptured by Beel’s performance. Her hand trailed from your hip to your stomach. “How much for the both of you in a private room…?”

You watched Beel and Charybdis kiss deeply, his hand still held tight in yours. He’d need a bit of time to settle down again, but you knew how much stamina he had.

“It’s quite a high price for the two of us,” you mused. “And you’ve already racked up quite the bill.”

Ekidna smiled - you couldn’t see her, but you felt it press against your cheek.

“I think you’re both well worth it.”

———

But you decide to indulge him anyway, lathering the green paint up and down and all around his nipple, enjoying the way it pebbles under the cool paint. Curious about the taste, you duck down and mouth at it, swirling your tongue to get as much of the paint as you can while your hand switches over to his other tit, lathering it with the same attention you gave the first.

The paint is slightly sweet, slightly chalky. It's not your favourite taste, but it makes your tongue tingle pleasantly and that's a feeling you could definitely do with more of. You suck and slurp at it, grazing your teeth softly to lift as much paint into your mouth as possible. Satan all the while is whining and painting, hands moving to your head to card through your hair.

His fingers have turned to claws, but somehow, despite all the attention you're lavishing on him and the way he's keening, he hasn't scratched you with those sharp points.

He deserves a reward for that.

You switch over to his other nipple, giving that the same attention you gave the first. The paint is warm despite it's naturally cool state as it slides down your throat and you feel it settle heavily in your stomach. The more you suck and lick and consume, the more and more it fills you up. You can't get enough of the stuff, following the line you made down his body and into the crevice of his bellybutton, dipping your tongue in and swirling it around.

This makes Satan practically giggle, and that's enough to make you pause. You look up at him, slightly surprised to see his horns and slit pupils, but by no means turned off. If anything, the heat in your lower body is only growing.

"'m ticklish," he murmurs, and you watch as his already pretty pink face blushes darker.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" you ask, "The Avatar of Wrath is ticklish?"

He nods, and then gasps out a laugh as you lightly scratch just above the line his hips make with your nails. Testing a theory, you decide to bring the brush down too. Lo and behold, this makes Satan actually kick his legs out, his hand coming up to try and push you away. He actually manages to dislodge you, from where you were kneeling next to his prone form, and. Well. You can't have that.

"Be still," you say, and you feel a tingle not too dissimilar from the paint crawl up your throat and into your mouth as the command leaves your lips.

Immediately, Satan's body freezes, tail halting in it's writhing and the shivers and wracks ceasing.

"Very good," you coo, stroking his torso lightly.

It's right where you were testing his ticklish nature, and you can tell he definitely still feels it by the way his eyes flare and the high pitched whine that escapes his throat.

It's been a few moments since you tasted that delicious paint, and you can't help but dive in and lick at his hip where the paint is now dripping down onto the sheets below. Once you start, it's very hard to stop. You keep licking and dragging your teeth, nipping at the hard edge of his hip.

Satan is still under your command so all he can do is whine from the back of his throat, and growl at you deep in his chest.

You feel yourself becoming more and more aroused by the sights and sounds and tastes before you, and so you take the opportunity to bring one of your legs up and around Satan in a straddle, moaning when your crotch comes into contact with his. It's just enough pressure and friction to be a relief, but not enough to give any satisfaction. For you, or him. But that's fine.

You can both wait.

Dipping your brush back in the pot, still straddling Satan, you tilt your head as you contemplate what to do next. The way he's frozen beneath you has left his jaw and neck exposed, and oh that's too delicious of a canvas to ignore.

You carefully bring your brush up to his collar bone, dipping into the crevices there before dragging it up and out in quick, symmetrical lines. The first on the left side is easy and quick, but you take your time on the right to make sure it matches perfectly. Following the lines, you create small dots above and below as ornamentation. Any time you make a mistake, you take the opportunity to lean down and lick it clean.

Satan strains beneath you, those whimpering growls getting louder and more pathetic the higher your brush reaches. When you finally reach his neck, those sounds hitch before sounding like a sob.

"Oh poor kitty," you simper with fake pity, and as the words leave your mouth you're inspired. "Make sure to keep that pretty purring up for me, okay?"

The brush now drags up and around his adam's apple, and then around again when it makes his breath hitch and those purrs stutter. Dots are placed under his jaw, but you're less careful with these (only so you can lean down and lick them clean when you make a mistake).

Finally, finally you reach his face and oh what a sight he already makes.

His cheeks are so, so red and his eyes are barely open. What small slivers of his irises you could see are almost completely consumed by his black pupils. An impressive feat in his demon form, what with the way those pupils are naturally quite narrow. A bit of drool has escaped his lips as they're parted enough to peek those sharp, sharp teeth.

"Gotta have a clean canvas," you practically sing as you lean over and kiss that line of drool away.

You barely register the way you've begun to hump against him, Satan powerless to reciprocate beyond those high pitched whines. The purring is now practically a constant rumbling that makes you vibrate and it feels so so good as you move your hips.

"Now... what should I do with you?"

The question is rhetorical. You've already decided. But it's worth it to see the way Satan strains against the command's hold, eyes now wide and begging.

"How about I staaart here."

You move your brush as if you're going to continue under his jaw, but at the last moment you fling it up and paint a line across his left horn. More than anything, you just want to see if he'll feel it.

"Haaaa," he groans, the purring stopping and stuttering for the moments your brush drags across that hardened flesh and bone.

"Oh that is interesting," you say, and the excitement in your voice is definitely not faked.

You continue along his horns, drawing tiny little stars and patterns. You're craving a taste of that paint once more, so you carefully lather the tip of his right horn just to hear him whine, before taking it carefully in your mouth and sucking.

If Satan could speak right now, you know he'd be blubbering.

Once you've had your fill, and those horns are now covered in pretty green swirls and stars, you contemplate what you're going to do next.

"Good kitties have whiskers," you muse, and you follow the thought up with three lines to his right cheek.

It looks good, if you do say so yourself, so you decide to do the same on his left. Once again, it's not perfect on the first try, but that could have something to do with the way your rocking and humping has increased in fervor. It's hard to do fine, precise lines while you're chasing your own pleasure.

You bend down and lick at his cheek. While you're there, you move across just slightly so that you're able to dip your tongue into his mouth. You can tell he can taste the paint on it but can't do anything more than moan and swallow as you make sure to lick behind his fangs, under his tongue, and up to the roof of his mouth, lavishing every nook and cranny with that sweet, chalky paint.

He swallows again and almost immediately after, his purrs and whines cease. His breath also stops, and you wonder for a moment what happened. You shoot upwards, pulling back to stare into his face, to make sure he's okay. But as you do, the movement and pressure on his crotch increases and you feel it.

"Did you just cum?" you ask, just as surprised as you are impressed. There's no way for him to respond though, not with the command, so you move your free hand down and between your bodies to cup at his crotch.

And there you feel the slight pulse and the way his trousers are undeniably damp - way more than from just his precum.

"What a good Puss!" you cry, "I didn't know you knew that trick!"

Satan once again strains against the command, and you're starting to miss his cries.

"You can speak," you say, and once again that telltale tingling climbs its way up and out of your throat. The effect is immediate.

"Please please please tastes so good, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-"

"Why are you sorry?" you ask, "you're such a good kitty, coming untouched like that!"

Satan whines and blubbers but it seems like his limit for words has been reached. You sigh, petting his hair.

"That's ok, sweetling. I'll be sure to give you your reward."

You carefully move down his body with both your mouth and your brush, making looping lines as you go. You reach a patch of blank skin to the right of his navel that makes you pause. You lean up, staring at it for a moment, wondering why that particular spot interests you.

Oh.

That's where his own pact mark lies on your body. Its a favorite place of his to nip and suck at when you're stretched out beneath him.

It seems odd that there's nothing there on him. But you can fix that.

With strokes more careful than you've done so far, you create a circular seal in just the way Solomon taught you. Within you put specific runes and dividing lines, dotting and marking the appropriate points until -

Perfect.

A seal of your own. A green brand marking Satan as yours.

It looks delectable, and makes that curling in your lower stomach tighten even further. You groan, and it harmonizes beautifully with whimpers and whines and meows of Satan. But you resist the urge to lick this mark up.

You want it to last as long as possible.

Slipping off Satan's crotch so you can unbutton his trousers, you don't even notice as that makeshift seal glows slightly.

Instead, you peel away his pants and his underwear, his erection straining against the fabric even after coming once. The brush travels down down down and over his hard cock, making it twitch up - somehow defying the command you gave.

"Please, too much, too soon," whines your beautiful boy.

"But you're my good kitty, right?" you ask as you once again bring your brush down, from base to tip. You savor the way that makes his breath hitch and whine. "Say it for me: say you're my good Puss."

You pause for a moment to let him speak, but his breath is still dragging itself raggedly up his throat. You bring the brush down in punishment, over his balls and down, painting until just before you reach his hole.

"Say it."

You didn't mean for that to be a command, but it happens anyway, that powerful speech pulled from your chest.

"I'm your good kitty! A good boy please please let me come let your good puss come please-"

His words do something to you, and you find yourself grabbing his tail and bringing it down beneath your legs, making it arch in just the right way so you have pressure as you move.

Hnnnnng feels so good.

"Good, good boy!" you cry as your pace increases.

The brush comes back up and swirls over and around his cock, but this time you're not careful at all. You're not trying to be careful, you just want to cover him in that pretty green paint so you can bend down and suck it right back up.

And you do, barely minding the brush as you lean down and lick up and down his shaft, sucking and swallowing and even getting the brush's bristles in your mouth as you're slow to pull it up and over, out of your way. It's sloppy and wet and messy but you don't care - it tastes so good and the way his tail is dragging against your crotch gives you just enough friction through your pants that you're so close.

"Nnyaaah I'm a good kitty please let your kitty come please please please!" Satan begs, even without your prompting.

You slurp and suck noisily and when you've covered enough of his cock you take the head into your mouth and lather your tongue all over. You move back and forward on his tail, and that's enough to bring his cock in and out of your mouth. Each time you rock forwards and backwards you take more and more of him in, until his head his nudging the back of your throat.

You hum around his cock and he cries out. Suddenly, your mouth is filled with the sweet and bitter and salty and chalky taste of his cum mixed with that delicious paint. You don't let a drop go to waste, even as you hump furiously against his tail, chasing your own release.

Ah.

It hits you all it once, that tasty, warm, delicious paint combined with Satan's cum sending warm jolts throughout your body from your stomach. With one last stuttering move, you cum, crying out Satan's name as you flop forward.

You're exhausted, and that's evident in the way the pact releases its hold and Satan brings his clawed hands down once more, threading through your hair. You sit up, reluctantly letting his cock slide out of your mouth, so that you can pick his hands off your head and thread your fingers together.

Satan is smiling blissfully at you, fangs pressing into his lower lip softly.

"I love you," he says, and that feels warmer than any orgasm, any paint.

"I love you too," you respond, "are you okay?"

Even as you ask, you're now reaching over to the bedside table where you left the damp cloth, and begin wiping him down, slowly dissolving that beautiful green paint. You wish you were feeling brave enough to take a picture. Maybe another time.

"I'm wonderful," he breathes, "can we do that again?"

You chuckle, now wiping down his chest and his stomach. You can feel his body relaxing, practically arcing into your touch. To your amusement, those purrs continue their soft vibrato.

"Definitely, but maybe after a breather."

The cloth wipes and wipes, until you reach the side of his navel. You frown, and you wipe again. Pulling the cloth away yields the exact same result.

Satan seems to notice your distress.

"What's wrong?" he asks, slowly sitting up.

"I can't-" you start, but you're distracted by the task at hand.

He stops your scrubbing with a soft hand, bringing the cloth away to reveal that improvised seal that refuses to wipe away.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why it's not going away, I'll try-"

"Don't," he says, cupping your jaw and tilting your face up until you meet his eyes. Rather than the anger or annoyance you'd expect, all you can see is that soft, soul-destroying love. "The paint is magic. It works by intent - it's what makes it such a good stimulant. If you wanted that mark to stay, then it stays."

Your eyes widen and your heart stutters. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"It's okay," Satan interrupts again. "I love it. I love you. It marks me as yours, just like my pact marks you as mine."

As he says that, he strokes beneath your shirt where your pact mark sits. It tingles with magic, and you notice with awe that it makes his own mark glow bright green.

There's only one thing you can say to that in the face of his soft look, his touch at your side: