He walks down the hallways of the castle busying himself with chores and other meaningless tasks to distract him from his anger and loneliness from missing you. His Lord is hosting another ball tonight and the castle must be perfect.

The rest of the afternoon flies past as he cleans, cooks, and prepares the ballroom. Before he knows it guests start to arrive and he's at the door greeting them. Barbatos take their coats, and lead guests to the ballroom. He doesn't notice when you arrive at first, too busy tending to the guests and making sure everything is going well.

When Barbatos has a moment he scans the ballroom, his eyes finding yours in the crowd. His breath catches, seeing the gorgeous deep green outfit you wore tonight and the bright smile that blooms on your face when your eyes meet.

Barbatos immediately makes his way towards you, needing you close now more than ever. The weeks of missing you overwhelming him with the need to feel you close.

He gently grabs your wrist, whispering in your ear to follow him. Barbatos discreetly leads you from the ballroom to an unused bedroom somewhere in the castle, his need to have you growing stronger by the second.

Barbatos closes the door, locking it so no one can disturb the two of you this time. Finally he can have time with his mate. He walks to you, gently sliding the clothes off your body as he whispers an apology. He's sorry for pulling you away but he just missed your touch too much.

His kisses are desperate and needy, pulling you impossibly closer. Barbatos works off the rest of your clothes, folding them nicely and setting them aside while stripping himself. His clothes scattered around messily as he gently pushed you onto the bed.

Barbatos starts with loving kisses to your lips, his tongue taking its time to explore the territory it's been denied for so long before moving down. His kisses trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking marks into the tender skin of your neck.

His hands move along your body, stroking every sensitive spot you have. Barbatos trails his lips down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and running his youngest over it gently. One of his hands moving down to tease your sex, pushing two fingers inside once he grabbed the lube.

Barbatos takes his time worshipping your body before he finally pushes inside, groaning in your ear about how much he's missed you. His pace is steady and desperate. Barbatos has missed you so much he lost all thoughts that didn't include you, how good you feel around him, the wonderful noises you're making under him.

He comes faster than he'd like, painting your insides white. Barbatos slows for a minute, resting, before starting again determined to get you to cum for him. He leans down, kissing you while his hands roam your body again.

Neither of you notice him shift into his demon form until his tail is pushing its way into you, filling you up further. Neither of you mind as it only adds to the wonderful mind numbing pleasure, only jolting a bit at the stretch.

Barbatos feels the familiar need to push becoming harder to ignore, he tries to warn you but all that comes out are moans and whines. He pulls you even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His eggs moving through his tail and pushing into you.

You can feel the eggs starting to push through, getting that familiar fullness that always comes when Barbs lays his clutch in you. You can feel Barbatos's breath strain from all the simulation, his whines sounding soft. BBarbatos's pace starts to get sloppy, your walls tightening around him as his eggs push inside you. The two of you are getting close, he can feel it.

A slightly larger egg pushing inside you pushes you over the edge. Your tightening walls and the egg sliding past pushes him over once again. Barbatos stills, not quite pulling out as eggs continue to push inside you. He lays over you lightly, holding you tightly as you take the rest of his larger than normal cultch. Pulling out once all his eggs are safely inside.

Barbatos lays beside you, pulling you into a spooning position while the two of you recover. His hands lay over your belly bulge, humming in content. Neither of you know how long you stay like that for but all too soon Barbatos is getting up, cleaning everything and you up.

When he's done he puts on his pants, wrapping you up in a blanket and sneaks the two of you to his room ensuring no one will disturb you while you rest. Barbatos lays you on the bed, removing what little he had on and joins you under the covers.

You ask him about the party but he just shushes you, saying you are more important than a party and Lord Diavolo can handle it just fine without him. After all, he needs to focus on you. You silently agree with him, falling off to sleep with his hands softly messaging your tired body.