#pupsfics

At the time, he had been given pause before he acknowledged you with a chuff and a smirk barely visible at the edges of his lips, a curt nod showing his agreement to your bossy little demands. His unusual pause was something you had only realized in retrospect when looking back on the conversation later on. In all the years he'd come to visit you at the brothel, he had only ever paused when there was more he wanted to say- which, with his open and blunt attitude, was hardly often at all. In his absence it was something you've had plenty of time to overthink and regret not asking him about.

You had been counting down the months, the weeks, the days, hours- minutes, even. Sure, you had requested off for today, but everyone knew that the second he crossed the threshold of the entryway, you would be taking him back to your room straight away.

The second the clock struck midnight you had stationed yourself in the welcoming area, peeping through the curtains of the window every few minutes in anticipation. Each time you scanned the crowd and didn't see him, you would settle back down with a sigh, tapping your lap impatiently. He should know better than to make a girl wait so rudely, you thought. He could have at least given a time to expect him to arrive instead of driving you crazy with expectance.

Every disappointed return to your spot throughout the day only made you more tense. Your mind kept drifting to thoughts of what the two of you would do to one another once he arrived. Quite frankly, the dampness of your nicest panties began to be unbearable. There was a passing moment where you had thought to masturbate, but you brushed that thought away with a huff as you stubbornly decided that you wanted him to be the one to make you cum today.

You had settled with the idea of giving him 15 minutes more of your time. After waiting an hour and 23 of those "15 more minutes", you got up with a downtrodden air. You began to turn your back to the curtains, the window, the door- to turn your back to your dashed desires.

You were half-round the corner leading to your room's corridor from the welcoming area. Suddenly, all at once, you heard a loud slam of the door, a clatter of something in the entry room falling from the force of the door being slammed open. Soon after, heavy footsteps were racing to the corner. They stopped half an instant before you felt a large hand stop you and an even larger arm wrap around your plush waist, pulling you back against a hard, heaving chest.

You didn't even have to look up at the gigantic form behind you to know it- he had finally arrived. Your favorite client. Your demon.

The two of you stood like that for a moment, simply basking in one another's familiar touch again after so long. For that moment in time, no words came to mind- neither his nor yours. Almost as fast as he rushed in and held you, he hoisted you up over his shoulder, making great strides towards your room.

Much quieter this time, he opened your door, ducked under the frame a little as he walked in with you still on his shoulder, and closed it carefully behind himself, turning the lock as he did. He leaned over, dropping you on your bed like anything else. That stupid self-assured smirk spread across his face as he watched the little bounce back that your bed provided your plush body.

"You missed me." He stated before you could speak first, as if it were undeniable truth. It was true, and both of you knew it. Still, you couldn't help but scoff incredulously at his incredibly smug declaration. "I came back in one piece."

"You're late." You sat up, pursing your lips in a pout, still a bit upset at him. "I wasn't your first stop," you cross your arms, glancing down with furrowed brows. "You'll be making it up to me for each hour after midnight that you were late. It was rude of you to make me wait, especially after you agreed I'd be the first stop."

"I am, and you were," your demon responds, finally sloughing his bag from his back to the floor of your bedside with a loud thunk. He rolls his shoulders and pops his neck. "Damnable transport got stuck a ways back, I ran straight here the second we arrived in the city and they gave me my stuff. Even told them to fuck their paperwork until tomorrow 'cause I had someone waiting, you know." There was a glint of desire in his eyes as he looked at you- desire and something more. Something you couldn't quite pin down. "Real rude of you to assume I would break our deal."

'Our Deal'. The words made you shiver with delight, recalling all of the fantasies you had while you waited. Hell's bells! From the moment he touched you in the hallway to hold you, you had begun heating up once more- now you were almost worried he could taste your yearning from there. The bastard seemed a damned psychic, too, as he gave a deep inhale, his nose to the air and a sardonic smile slowly growing on his lips.

"Honor our deal then," you urge him with a mischievous lilt to your voice and a grin of your own, undoing the buttons of your dress at a tantalizing pace. His yellow eyes dart to your hands as buttons slide slowly out of their respective holes. The growing tent of his pants and quickening sway of his tail didn't go unnoticed by you from when he held you before. He looks more and more like he's about to pounce with each motion of your fingers, but you stop. "Would you like some help with your own buttons, first?" you ask sarkily, your dress barely hanging off your soft shoulders in what must be the most delectable view he's had in all the time he was away.

"Take it off the rest of the way or I'll be ripping it off of you, dear," he spoke through gritted teeth and grin, unbuckling his pants and shucking his clothes off, throwing them who-knows-where across the room. You could only giggle at the threat, squeezing your thighs together at the idea and biting your lip. Still, this was one of your favorite dresses, so you made quick work of the rest of the buttons and stood up to allow it to fall to the ground.

"You sound as impatient as I am today," you looked down to watch the dress slip off of yourself and to the floor. In doing so, you caught a glance at just how hard his inhuman dick started throbbing now that you were exposed before him. It was a sight that made you so ridiculously wet that you wasted no time getting back on the bed for him, much to his approval. "You'll be making it up to me now, I presume?" your joke hardly gets to land before he's above you, pulling you in for a fiery kiss.

You can't help but palm his fat cock as your lips meet his for more of those deliciously passionate kisses, he grunts against your mouth and ruts himself against your hand. He wraps his arms around you once more and rolls over, hugging you to his chest on top of him. It isn't a common opportunity for you to ride him as he tends to prefer taking the lead, but he seems to be holding back.

"I think we'll be making it up to one another, sweetheart. See, the whole time I was gone-" he takes your hand from himself and positions your slick cunt on his shaft, his claws lightly digging into your flesh as he grinds you against himself. "nh- Every. Fucking. Day." He moved you along his length in pace with his words, the bumps and ridges of his member rubbing against your clit in a way that made you whimper.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. About your fucking greedy little cunt. How you were probably doing just fucking fine getting off without me, and how much trouble I had having a half decent orgasm without your tight little human hole." His claws dug into your hips a bit more, small beads of blood forming under the pressure. With the pace he was guiding your hips your legs were shaking, you could nearly reach your own finish already. "Then I realized, you didn't even hesitate to make a deal with me before I left." He grunted as you bit into the crook of his neck to muffle a moan in response. "Hah- And that's not so safe for a human, huh? To just go and fuckin' make deals with demons without concern, is it, darling?"

You were so close and he knew it, lifting your hips up from his member. You took a moment to catch your train of thought, "N-No, no no no- I know it's not safe, but-" you were interrupted by the tip of his dick prodding your soaking entrance joined by a deep growl from him. Fuck. You needed this. You needed this so bad. You whine, trying to lower yourself on his cock, but his grip is too firm to move without him allowing you to.

"Ah ah ah, we aren't done talking yet, you can't get all fuck drunk on my cock until I get your answer to the greater question, understand?" You nod, biting your lip as you try to hold back your desperate tears. Grinning, he continues, voice so low it's practically a growl in itself, "So I've decided I'd offer you a different deal. Be mine." Your demon looks you in the eyes, the tip of his dick is almost pressing itself into you with every throb, but his expression remains serious with his deal offer.

The offer gave you pause, if only for a moment. "Is that what you really want?" you tilt your head at him inquisitively, trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness in your core screaming at you to fill it.

He leaned forward, nipping at your neck with his sharp teeth before growling softly in your ear. "More than anything. It would be the best damn deal I'd have made in centuries."

The heat of his breath against the crook of your neck sends goosebumps down your spine. "Yes, I'll take that deal. I'll make it with you." You don't give a second thought- in all the time you've known him you've been bored of anyone else. He kept you on your toes, he always had something deeper with you, something more interesting than others, and it wasn't just his dick.

"I can't take without giving, it goes against the nature of pacts, so think on what you want from me. Think well on it, and then I'll take you as mine. More than I will now." Not even a second later than the word escapes his mouth, he's swiftly lowering you onto his cock as if he couldn't waste anymore time outside of you.

The two of you let out your own respective sounds of pleasure as he filled you in one long, deep thrust. You hardly had a moment to adjust before he began moving your hips, fucking up into you like you were the last lay he'd ever have. The bumps and ridges of his cock scraped against your walls and G-spot, causing you to mewl out and flutter against his length. You were about to cum already, just from his frantic pace and the delightful feeling of being stretched around him once more after so long.