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ೃ🩸*:･ Satan - Bloodcurling passion

Halloween was a special night. It was cold and scary, but it still felt welcoming thanks to the people busy trick or treating or just hanging out with friends. For some reason though, the only thing showing signs of people living in Gehenna right now were the decorations. There was not a soul on the streets. It scared you to the core. You weren't used to wandering without strong devils to protect you, and plus, your anxiety made you speed walk through random alleys, and you ended up getting lost. You rested your back against the wall, a rumbling in the trash near scaring the daylight out of you for a moment, before you realized it was just some dumb cat. You were struggling to calm down, Hell wasn't a place for you, much less the beaten down alleys of a Gehenna bathed in red moonlight. You felt tears prick at your lashes, and you wanted to call out for Satan... Wait, Satan? A flash of white hair appeared in your pheripheral vision, and you were sure it was him. But, before you could even greet him and beg for rescue, he had already made up his mind.

And now, pushed against the dirty alley wall, the rough brick digging into your face and chest as they're pushed flush against it by Satan's hand. His nails dig into your face and hip, holding you steady in place as his cock rams into you non-stop. You feel like your brain is going to short circuit, your body being pushed to it's limit as a pair of fangs pierce into your neck. You don't know what's happened to Satan, but he's definetely not himself. Blood pools around his fangs and drips down, staining your shirt and dripping down to join the mix of fluids that seep from your hole all the way down to the floor. His cockhead rams into your deepest parts like it wants to break you in, growls and grunts leaving Satan's mouth as it clings to your skin. His long, black nails dig into your hip, toes curling and aching from being forced to stand on them to make up for the height difference.

"Fucking whore... walkin' around smelling so fucking good. Who are you trying to tempt, haah?" Satan growls against your ear, finally letting your poor battered shoulder go. A steady stream of warm crimson runs freely out the holes that he's made, and it's not long before he dives between the valley of your neck to mark you once again. You feel your veins put to the test as he sucks the blood out, gulping it down loudly like he wants you to hear him.

Sloshing and slick sounds resonate in the silent alley, the cool air breeze hardening your nipples which rub painfully against the brick wall. Your pants and panties, bunched up at your feet, tangle under his boots and keep you in place like shackles. You try to fight back, to calm him down, but there's no stopping him. He could smell your warmth the second he stepped outside his castle, and he tracked you down in minutes, and now you're here, trapped against a cracked alley wall and a feral vampire, who won't stop until you're either his, passed out, or fucked stupid. You know what, scrap that, he won't stop pounding you and sucking you dry until he manages all three.

The hand on your hip moves down, scratching painfully and earning more drops of red to leave your body, going down until he reaches your pussy. His cock doesn't stop ramming into you at a terrible pace, knocking the air out of your lungs. He toys with your clit, pinching and rubbing it like he's got a vendetta.

"Mmhff- Shit." he licks up your blood, a strange ache forming in his chest whenever it drips out of his reach. He grabs your face, straining your neck as he forces you to face him. His eyes are a darker red than usual, the symbols in his pupils glowing menacingly. He looks absolutely deranged.

"I'm gonna make sure you walk funny for fuckin' weeks."

As an orgasm is forced out of your battered body, you feel your consciousness start to slip. The bloodloss, combined with the way he's messing up your insides without mercy is slowly proving too much for your weak human body, spots of black clouding your vision as he rides out your orgasm as far as it can go. He knows you're far gone, but isn't showing signs of stopping anytime soon. You fear that by the time you recover and wake up, he'll still be there, looming over you with thirst for blood.

ೃ🌕*:･ Mammon - Feral devotion

You wondered what was planned for you when both Valefor and Eligos came running, looking for you and pleading you go with them to the palace. Your steps were unsure, worry creeping up your spine when they informed you something was up with Mammon. The chilly night was tainted in red by the moonlight, and the anxious and almost... pitiful look on the men's faces wasn't making you feel any better.

What you definetely did not expect was to find yourself caged under Mammon's bulging arms, who was already panting above you. What you expected even less was the ears, tail and fur that adorned his form. You wondered if it was just a costume and he just wanted to spice things up, but by the fangs that glinted as he smiled at you, you were starting to think otherwise. His muscles were tense, and he somehow looked even more swollen than usual. He quite literally grew in size, and taking the fact that Mammon was already naturally huge, calming him was not going to be an easy task. Valefor and Eligos told you he was acting strange, but that they were sure you would be able to help him. You wonder if even they knew what "help" he needed.

He made it very clear, however. The usual talkative Mammon was gone, but he still tried so hard to hold himself back, clawed hands pawing needily at your thighs. His fingers wrapped completely around them, and he parted them to the point that it was painful, allowing himself space to your pussy. His hot breath hit you, making you start to drip with wetness. He smiled, his eyes shining like molten gold, but with a chilling darkness you'd never seen before on him. He was always a gentle giant, but right now, as he licked up your folds and dig his claws into you, you started to feel... scared. His abnormally long tongue dove into your hole, stirring up your insides with a disgusting panting sound escaping him. It was like every touch against his body made him burn up and heightened his desire. You threw your head back, his fangs clinging to your sensitive areas like he couldn't control himself, and you were already tugging at his hair and trying to push him away. You usually loved when he ate you out, but it felt less like that, and more like he was trying to literally eat you up.

Groaning with annoyance, he rose from between your thighs, his shadow engulfing your form completely. He stared down at you, fluffy ears twitching and flattening against his head. You head the rustle of his tail swaying uncontrollably behind him, and his fur felt pleasant but rough against you as he moved closer. You placed your hands on his rock hard abs, either bracing yourself or trying to keep him from getting any closer. Letting one of your thighs go, he clawed at his pants, hanging low on his hip. He tugged it down, revealing his absolute monster of a cock, slapping against his abdomen and furiously dripping pre. It leaked down and pooled on his abs, the amount almost worrying. Something bulged at the base of his cock, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was... Before you knew it, the tip was pressing against you, and without worrying about the stretch he was already forcing his strong hips forward. You squealed, trying to squirm away, but he simply grabbed your arms and pulled you flush toward him. His dick bullied it's way inside, dragging deliciously but painfully against your walls.

He dove his hands under your knees, bending you over in a second. He covered the entire roof with his torso, and your entire point of view was nothing but Mammon right now. Drool dripped onto your cheek, some landing on your lips. Your legs almost touched your ears, and he growled as your plush ass touched his thighs. You moaned as he bottomed out, his cock stretching you way beyond the limit. His smile was devoid of the usual gentle, calm reassurance, and it was instead the face of a man who wanted nothing more than to claim you completely like he did everything else in this world. Right now, to him, you were a meek human, a human he longed for but for some reason couldn't have. His brain was mush, overtaken by the need to breed and fuck you until you didn't even have the ability to deny him ever again. As his hips started to pound away at you, he finally spoke.

"Master, tonight, I will make you mine." he leaned down, noses touching, and his eyes bore into yours with a terrifying darkness. "...And you will like it."

ೃ🔥*:･ Leviathan - Trespasser

Not everyone had the privilege of walking around Leviathan's castle freely. He never liked people roamed his halls for no reason, even the nobles had to be wary. Especially when he was feeling moodier. Another territory that was pretty out of bounds was office. It took a while, but you eventually got him relaxed enough with you to not instantly hang you and kick you out whenever you stepped in. Worried about not seeing him all day, you stepped into his office like usual. However, this time you weren't met with the usual sight of him working on his desk. No, this time, you were greeted inside by something slithering against your waist. Something hard, sharp, ripping into your clothes as it hugged your waist hard enough to earn a squeal as it dragged you into the shadowy corner.

Leviathan sat on the floor, panting, demented. You couldn't see his face, but you could fel his quick, hot breath against you. His... tail? slithered around your body, wrapping like a snake, keeping you in place. You struggled against it, and your gaze was quickly clouded by some sort of membrane. You don't know, but he just wrapped his wing around you. He groaned ominously above your head, taking in your scent, claws digging into your chest. He rips your shirt open, and you gasp. Something hard presses against your back. "...This is my territory." Leviathan growls against your hair while his hands roughly grope your tits. His tail lifts you in the air, and your pants are swiftly ripped apart. "Trespasser. You must learn your place." The head of his warm cock pushes against you. The stretch is painful since you're completely dry, but even so it feels way too bad. You cry out, tears prickling at your lashes. His cock feels bigger and harder than usual, and there's a strange ridged texture. The leaking tip presses hard against your cervix, and you sick in a harsh breath. In response, he begins to flick your nipples with his fingers, pinching and pulling. His hands busy themselves at your tits, and you start to be lifted rhytmically by his tail. Your face is still covered by his wing, but you're able to squeeze your arms free of his grasp. You lift them to his head, finding his horns, and they're also bigger than usual. They feel more like... dragon horns. Weird... As much as it hurt at first, the constant, rough pumping of his cock inside you becomes softer overtime as your pussy starts to leak fluids. Most of it comes from his skilled fingers that are circling and teasing your nipples, but there's also an increased sensation inside you thanks to the texture on his cock, it drags harsh but delicious against your walls, pulling and rubbingyour g-spot perfectly. You moan out, the sound muffled by his wing, but he hears it and in response he mouths and nips at your neck. He speeds up, making sure to leave dark purple marks on your neck. He lifts you up and down with ease, the spikes in his tail leaving indents against your skin and mixing the intense pain with deep pleasure. Drips of blood ooze down your stomach and chest, thanks to his fanged teeth biting down on your shoulder. His tail moves rougher, making sure to shove his entire cock inside before lifting you like he doesn't want to leave your warm insides. You feel an orgasm pull at you, taken by force and it crashes down on your body completely. You squirt weakly against his cock, soaking the broken fabric that was once your pants and panties and shooting up at his tail. Leviathan shivers, the feeling of your walls clenching around him egg him on. After a few particularily rough thrusts, he cums deep inside you. You feel your organs being pierced, his tail completely smushing you down on his lap, pressing his cock so deep inside you feel his sack glued completely to your folds. The cum he shoots is... an abnormal amount. It fills up your pussy, penetrating your cervix and drowning your womb. The stick ropes slide out of your hole, and as soon as he feels the familiar warm on his thighs, he starts to fuck you again like he didn't just cum. You moan out and shake, your body completely overpowered by all his new assets.

He licks up the blood on your shoulder, biting more holes into you. Your shoulders and neck are quickly littered completely in painful marks. "You're my treasure now." he growls, licking your face and soaking it with spit. Your cries only make him harder. "I'll fuck you until you bare my offspring. Then no one will be able to take you from me." the depth of his thrusts tell you he's serious.

ೃ🌕*:･ Beelzebub - Halloween heat

Your smell had clouded his judgement beyond reason. Tail wagging nonstop, tensed up, poofy. His ears darted nervously everywhere, seeking for the smallest semblence of your voice in the air. What led him to you however, was that delicious sweet scent that was carried to him by the cold night breeze. Today, you planned to spend Halloween with Beelzebub. You prepared a nice picnic on a hill, coupled with some drinks to keep him entertained. Even if you expected it, you were still dissappointed that he had forgotten. You threw small rocks to the void, holding in your tears. What you didn't know was that Beelzebub wasn't roaming around randomly like he usually does. No, he was occupied tracing you down like a fucking hound dog. Your smell was quite literally making him drool, low growls vibrating through the night. When he finally laid eyes on your small form, framed beautifully by the moonlight that was for some reason calling him, it didn't take long.

And now, here you were. Pinned completely by this creature. You knew it was Beelzebub, but you didn't recognize the swishing tail and fluffy ears. He had you on all fours, pounding into your hole like he wanted to ruin it. The night was still young, and somehow he had already managed to cum inside you enough times for the gooey substance to start turning to whipped cream. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, clawed hands pawing at your ass and tummy, driving you back against him. Your arms gave up by now, and you simply layed on the ground, face smushed and pushed back-and-forth against the grass. The drinks you prepared were scattered against the ground, and the only thing keeping you conscious was the deep pain from his claws digging into your skin, the nonstop grunting and growling, and the drips of warm drool that landed on your neck. He leaned down ocasionally, loudly sniffing your head and neck, licking up any drops of sweat that glimmered under the moonlight. It was like he was possessed. The grass was wet, disgustingly soaked with white and transparent slick from you and him, a thick ring of his cum and your juices forming at his cock and slipping up and down whenever he pounded inside you. Your hole was completely battered up, walls already sore, and your thighs burned so much you were sure you'd walk funny for days. His fluffy tail swished with his movements, wagging uncontrollably like your warmth was driving him insane. Whenever he took a wiff of your delicious smell, he moaned out loud, his cock swelling and twitching inside you. Your clit pounded and was hard like a pebble, red and swollen from Beels sack constantly slapping against it. He made sure that everytime he pulled out, the very tip of his cock tickled against your entrance, right before thrusting forwards and driving his entire length inside you, crowning his cock against your poor cervix. Your pussy was stretched beyond limit; you're sure something was bound to get messed up in there. Beel's tongue hung out, dripping drool. He was like a true dog, fucking into you mindlessly.

The only thing that made him come to a stop was the swelling of his knot when he came. Aided by your tight walls as you came nonstop, his dick twitched, abs shaking and caving in as a fat load released inside you. It definetely felt thicker than usual, and there was probably more too. It would leak out like a broken faucet, if it wasn't for the fact he plugged you up with his knot. You didn't know what the hell it was, but everytime he came with a broken howl, he pushed something round and hard inside you. The pressure against your g-spot made you cum each time, pushing you over the limit with the feeling of his hot seed being shot steadily inside you. He let it soak in, panting nonstop. He only stopped because he had to, the tight lock keeping you together made it impossible to keep thrusting into you. This also gave you time to rest, and it seemed to get an emotional reaction out of him. Everytime you stayed stuck, warm cum settling inside you, he leaned down and pressed wet kisses and cute kitten licks onto your back, focusing mostly on the bite marks he made when he got too out of control. It wasn't long though. Maybe ten minutes passed, and again, he instantly planted his feet and started thrusting away again, a stringy mess of slime sticking to the both of you. You don't know how long he was planning to go for, but whenever you pleaded and tried talking to him, he only responded with rough breaths or a particularily hard thrust that made your entire body shake forward. It was going to be... a long night.

STRAWBY HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE you may question the relation between dragons and halloween. i dont know okay, i just wanted to throw it in. I'm really sorry to break this up to two parts... i really wanted to do all 7 kings at once, but it's 9pm and im tired as shit lolll sorry!!!!!!

Lucifer was hard to take in. You knew it, he knew it, and God how he loved to see you struggle to swallow down his cock, tears pricking at your lashes and making him just push deeper with a thrust, hitting harshly against the back of your throat and gaining a cute little chocked whimper. "Let it out, cry for me. Good..." He coos, but you know that he's just mocking. You follow his advice as best as you can, your mind clouded as you breathe slowly and mechanically through your nose, lowering your head slowly, too slowly for Lucifers taste, but he doesn't want to be too cruel. Not yet. You kneel in the soft carpet of his office. It used to be cold wood, but after Luci got used to you sneaking under the desk to take a mouthful of cock, he's moved a carpet under there to keep you comfortable. Of course, if you were to ask, he would tell you it was simply for decoration. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs, and his own rest on your head, petting your hair softly as you work his long shaft down your warm throat. It's been... what? an hour? two? you don't know, but you know that it's been a really long time since you've sat here between his legs, swallowing his sperm each time you make him cum. After a while, Lucifer decided that you could use a rougher session, and urged you to deepthroat him, so here you are. The precum dripping from his red tip oozes from the sides of your plump, abused lips. You continue breathing through your nose and moving your head, ocasionally pistoning it back and forth to suck him off like normal and take a break, which doesn't last long before Lucifer pushes your head further into his crotch. "Focus." he warns. You look up at him, eyes red and watery, cheeks shining from the tears that run down your face as his cock pushes further down your throat. You feel the pressure from inside, and he shudders at the sight of your adorable, pathetic face. His length bulges through your neck, and after some more coaxing, you choke as your lips finally touch against his pelvis. Lucifer groans, holding your head in place by your neck. He doesn't apply pressure, you're too... inexperienced for that yet, so he pushes away his selfish desires. You choke and cough around his length, but you don't want to dissappoint him and frankly, the feeling of his thick length pushing down your throat is making your panties damp, an embarrassing amount of slick rushing out of your untouched pussy. You stay there, cock nestled uncomfortably all the way in your throat. You swallow ocasionally, trying to keep your cool and breathe an appropriate amount. Lucifer is practically in heaven right now, the heat of your soft tongue, and the tightness of your throat makes his cock twitch and spasm, and he feels like he could come right down your throat just from keeping you here, obediently taking his cock as best as you can, all to make him happy. He looks down. Your face is red, brows furrowed and eyes closed, tears decorating your lashes and cheeks beautifully. He stares at your crying expression for a bit, before sighing and letting you pull his cock out of your throat. He's practically buzzing with the need of breaking you here and now, but he also loves to take care of you. You always try your best to satisfy him, taking load after load and learning everytime he trains you. One day you'll be perfect for him, he's sure. He pats your head after you've slowly let go off his hard cock. You swallow his thick precum and your own spit, breathing erratically as you try to stay grounded. He smiles reassuringly. You smile too.

strawwby here! im happy with this yee its a bit short but oh well, it's kinktober. I've been so obsessed with Degrees of Lewdity lately FUCKK i might write for that or something cause it's so amazing fr dude Sydney MY MAN and whitney too

Pushed against the wall of your room, where he had found (hunted) you, legs aching. Partly because he'd been pounding you like a man crazed for hours, and part because you had to be on your very tippy toes to take his dick inside you. He was too tall after all. His body doubled over you, drool ocasionally dropping into your nose from his head being tucked above yours. His arms hugged your body, pulling you flush against him to meet his thrusts halfway. Barbatos wasn't one to be rough, he didn't want to, he wanted to worship and love you, but right now he couldn't help it.

"S-Slow doown!" you pleaded, body bouncing back and force. He responded with a growl and a shush, his cock hammering into you faster. Your pussy was sore, clit swollen and tingling, even your ass was starting to redden from how hard his abdomen kept slapping against it. You lost count of how many times you had come, a disgusting pool of squirt and slick marking the floor. It really looked like you had pissed yourself at some point, you didn't want to think about that. Barbatos let his jaw hang slack, moans and groans slipping. And, not to mention, the absolute mess between your legs. Both your folds and his cock were red, screaming at him to stop, but he didn't. He had cum inside you... like, at least 5 times now. Probably more. Neither of you were busy counting anyways. His cum pooled inside of you at first, filling up your womb to the point you were sure that little pouch in your belly was from how much was inside. With how fast and hard he dragged his length in and out, it started to drip down, joining your own slick on the mess below. His cum was pretty much starting to turn into whipped cream.

His hand slipped between your legs, rubbing the mess of wetness and his seed against your clit. It was a sight not many could handle, absolutely gross and oh so feral. "I'll, mhm... I'll fill you up so much, my flower..." he groaned, his words struggling to come out, slurred and whiny. You wondered how much more he could give, and how much more you could take. You were already filled to the brim, whatever new loads were deposited inside you quickly slipped out, foaming up at your entrance and making his cock slip and slide with wet, gooey splashes. Your walls were battered up, covered completely in ropes and ropes of white. You didn't even need to hold onto the wall, his arms so tight around your body that you felt like you were going to burn from the heat of his skin against yours, and he was basically the only thing holding you up by now. Your legs were too weak, completely broken from the mind numbing orgasms and fucking you were getting from this crazed Barbatos. With a long moan, and a couple particularily deep thrusts, he released another load inside you.

"...Fuck, yes..." he growled against your ear, thumb rubbing your clit. The newly added cum started to drip out of you instantly, mixed with your own fluids. He slipped a finger down to your hole, struggling to fit it inside with his dick. He wanted it all to stay inside, but by now it was impossible, so he resorted to rubbing it around your clit and down his cock. Your thighs were shaking, body completely numb with soreness. "B-Barbatos..."

"Yeah? I'll fuck you some more, don't- don't worry..." he cooed at you, like he wanted so desperately to keep being inside you for as long as possible. "Noo... Please, no more-" your words were cut off by the increasing squelch of your pussy, getting pounded once again. Barbatos listened to no reason, lifting his finger to look at the white stickyness that dripped out of you. His eyes lit up, he needed to keep cumming inside you. The fact that you could keep talking was a sign that he had to keep going until you were too stupid to do so.

He parted his legs some more, being able to slot your ass between his hips perfecty, lifting you up in the process. The new angle made it easier for his tip to hit your cervix and G-Spot with crazy precision, dragging your walls back and forth with each harsh thrust. His hands squished your sides, the veins on his forearms bulging from how hard he was holding you, lifting you up and down. You couldn't do anything but hold onto his arms now, dangling off the floor, tears prickling at your tears. Your womb felt like it was going to burst, and whenever you looked down, you could see the trail of slimy cum that dripped from out of you with every movement of his cock inside you. He was simultaneously pushing the mess inside and bringing it back out, cum pooling around his cockhead when it hit your cervix, and then dragging back down your walls and his length to ooze out due to the lack of space.

Barbatos didn't plan to stop anytime soon. He felt bad that he was being so rough with you, but his mind was fogged with the thought of filling you up and making you his. He wanted you to drip with cum for days, to paw at your stomach and feel a bulge. ...And, if he was honest, he wanted to get you pregnant too. He knew he couldn't, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. After all, you were squeezing him so hard, and even if you told him to stop you couldn't stop squirting whenever his cock hit that sweet spot inside your battered up, gummy walls, so you must want that too.

Maybe when the effects of this unknown plant pass, he'll apologize. But for now, he needed to fuck you until you couldn't think straight... And he wasn't happy at how much cum was dripping out of you. He'll need to keep you plugged up with his cock for a while after this.

You'll let him, right? Of course you will.

STRAWBY HERE this is slightly hot. i think. jail me bruh

im sorryyyy if it feels rusheeddd, im feeling a bit unconfident in my writing lately but i hope you like it anyways!!! yeee

also, a lil comment on why i picked barbatos... if you played his h-scene, you probably remember the random breeding kink he threw inside. so i was inspired by that! yeee

He's being a bit dramatic, but you can't deny that falling down a flight of stairs just now made you feel not the best. It's mostly just really embarrassing, but there's an amount of pain in your entire left leg, on a bone level, that is starting to be concerning. You didn't... break your leg. You don't think, at least. But there are some deep cuts. Y'know, from the stupid tea cup you were carrying, that shattered against the stairs and hit your pathetic falling body. Really, quartz isn't the best material to make stairs out of. Slippery, that thing.

Gamigin not only is being really dramatic right now, but he's also kind of horny. Okay, what? Well, when you fell, the skirt you were wearing just so happened to flip. You also happened to not be wearing panties. You read somewhere it's good to let it breathe, so... y'know. He feels a bit like a teenager, getting so... excited by just a glimpse of pussy, but you have to understand! It's your pussy! How could he not be? And here you are now. On the floor. You, praying that Gamigin stops acting like you're gonna die in five minutes and that no one finds you here, and Gamigin, praying that you don't feel his boner(s) poke against your thigh.

Oh, too late. Gamigin moves you on top of him. He didn't mean it like that! He just wanted to examine you closely and give you comfort and reassurance through his touch! Buut it's a bit hard to not feel, that. Y'know. The two cocks that are embarrasingly hard. They pressed against your ass the second he made that terrible (or not so terrible) choice. He just wants to help, and he's so embarrassed right now, please forgive him! "Gamigin... Are you hard?" His shoulders tense. He fumbles with his words, trying to move you off his crotch while also trying not to hurt you. "W-Whaat? Pff. No, silly! That's just my belt!" The pain that you were feeling is... kind of gone already. You have something much more interesting right here.

"That's a big set of belts you have." you turn your head, meeting his red face. "...As in, double. As in, you're double hard."

You can literally see him deflate in real time in front of you. His hands rest defeated against your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. He doesn't really know what to say here, not noticing that you're not scolding, just teasing. "Ah. You're hurt! I should... I should check that. Yes." he sparks up, finding the best distraction he could think of. You sigh, finding this stupid adorable man a bit too stupid for his own good at times. He leans forward, lifting your thigh to take a look at the cuts there. You let him move you, and as he starts to bend your leg to check your knee, you let out a theatrical whimper.

"Does- Does it hurt there? I'm sorry!" he jumps, freezing with your leg mid-air, before slowly putting it down. He grabs your waist, ready to sit you back on the floor. "I should get my staff! I forgot it- ...Somewhere. I'll find it, alright?" You stop him with a grasp of his jacket. His fingers tighten on your waist, and he peaks his head over your shoulder to meet your annoyed expression. You pout, trying to look as in pain as possible. "...Gamigin, it hurts soooo bad..." you sniffle, and he winces, almost crying basically. "But, I think I know what will help."

"I know, I'll find it now-" "Not that loud thing, Gamigin."

You turn, trying to avoid grazing your wounds against his pants. Your hands land confidently on his chest, and you straddle him, resting your thighs against his hips. He looks like you just stabbed him, eyes wide, brows far up his face, and plump lips parted. He shoots you worried glances, prodding at your leg to check if you're alright. He quickly grabs your waist, grunting as you sit down on his cocks. "Uh, well... I don't think that is going to help- Oh- Ngh!" There he goes again, yapping. You quickly shut him up with a grind of your hips against his pants, earning an adorable high pitched moan. His eyebrows furrow differently now, like he's suddenly having to hold himself back. He really doesn't want to hurt you more than you already are.

"Hey... Mmh. If you want it, we can do it later, a-alright? Just- Shit- S-Stop that..." you continue to grind against him, ocasionally biting your lip to stiffle a moan, or a grunt from your cuts rubbing against his leg. Gamigin's eyes start to narrow, and his expression goes from a confused, adorable idiot, to the face of a man who you probably shouldn't be playing with like this. "Just... Shut up, Gami." you lean closer, whispering against his ear. He wants you to stop for your own sake, but god, if it isn't hot having you do this right now. You got this worked up over just feeling his hard-ons against your butt? Damn. He didn't know he had game like that. You rest your forehead against his, and he slides his hands up and down, caressing your hips and up your torso. Before you know it, he's pushing you away to get a better look at your chest, his hand slipping under your shirt to grope at your boobs.

"Fine. Do whatever you want, you brat." he smiles, rubbing your nipple with his finger. "Just... don't hurt yourself, alright?" You nod, biting your lip as your hand travels down to his pants. You feel around his cocks for a bit, preparing yourself for the sight of what's to come. Your fingers grasp his zipper, and you slowly reveal his dicks out to the open. They stand tall and proud, one hitting his stomach with a wet thud, and the other poking teasingly at your own abdomen. Gamigin's breath picks up, and you have to gulp cause damn. His fingers tighten their grip on your tits, and his fingers tweak your nipples a bit more harshly. You let out a small whine, to which he's already soothing his palm over your breast.

"Shit- Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you..." he leans forward, and you feel his tip prod against your stomach more. A small bead of pre smears against your skin, as he delivers a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. A couple minutes earlier, he was acting like he was letting you have your way, but with how he's pawing at your ass to lift you, it's obvious that the needier person in this situation is certainly not you. However, who are you to not give this cute dragon what he wants? He was hard just from seeing you before, so why not?

You lift your hips, teasing your clit. He slips a hand under your skirt, gently coaxing yours away to replace your finger with his own. It's bigger, and he smears your wetness around your folds and near your hole with ease. He pokes his finger inside a couple of times, smiling like an immature kid at how your brows furrow from the feeling. He quickly recovers though, gaining that sudden manly aura, guiding your hips to hover over one of his cocks. They're both pretty similar, but you do notice that one is longer than the other. His fingers dig into your plush flesh, and you're quickly sinking down, your walls stretching to accomodate his hard length. You both let out moans, Gamigin sounding raspier but louder than you, his hands moving up to squeeze at your tits again. With a scoff, you take your shirt off and toss it aside, and Gamigin pouts and curses himself for not thinking of doing that first. He's not complaining though, his lips quickly kissing their way between the valley of your breasts to your nipple, licking it slowly as you start to move.

You wince, suddenly remembering that you're somewhat badly hurt. Nothing crazy, again, but it hurts enough to the point that you're struggling to move yourself up and down his cock. This results in you just... sinking down, against your will in a way, but that sudden fullness and the moan that Gamigin muffles against your breast is totally worth the pain. Gamigin suddenly remembers the fact that you're hurt, and he let's your nipple go with a trail of saliva. He looks to the sides, checking your injured legs, before massaging your thighs with a loving look on his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" a hand remains on the leg that's most hurt, while the other squeezes your ass. "Let me help you, babe. Gami's gonna make you feel real good." His voice is lower, near a whisper against your ear, quickly dissipating as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, slurping the skin there. With one strong hand, he's able to lift you by the ass, moving you up and down his length. Your leg hurts a bit at first, but together you manage to get a good rythm going. You moan Gamigin's name, and his hand on your ass tightens. Both your breathing and Gamigin's start to pick up, your back arching towards his chest, and he responds by leaning forward and trapping you between his arms, thrusting his hips up to fuck into you. You feel his pre ooze and mix with your fluids, wetting his pants. His other cock twitches dangerously against his stomach, also pooling pre that drips down his abs. Gamigin keeps mumbling things into your tits, his voice getting higher overtime, moans spilling from both your lips.

You feel the pain disappear completely when you're overtaken by an orgasm. Your stomach coils in itself, and your thighs tense and shake, tightening against his hips. Gamigin grunts, fucking you through your orgasm, and the way your walls squeeze him manage to make him cum too. He shoots ropes after ropes inside you, coating your pussy with sticky whiteness, the dick that's outside of you squirts cum against his stomach and paints his torso, some of it shooting up to your own. It's a mess, really, your bodies melting into each other as Gamigin wraps his arm around your waist to keep you close. You sit there for a bit, panting, trying to compose yourselves. With whatever strength you have left, you try to pry yourself off his cock, deeming the deed done. You're interrupted by Gamigin shoving you back down though, his hand tightening on your thigh.

"...Just a little longer." he mumbles into your neck. Suddenly, you hear a familiar sound down the hall. Shoes hitting that damned slippery quartz, around the corner. You hear a muffled voice call out. "Gamigin? Is that you? What the hell is all that noise?

Gamigin's eyes widen. "Uh... That's Buer..." He chuckles, lifting you off his cock, his cum dripping between your legs and joining the disgusting puddle seeping into his pants. "Maybe we should run now..."

You notice now that the cuts on your legs are... not there anymore. Hm. So, dragons not only have two dicks, but also healing cum? Good to know.

STRAWBY HEREE!! waa i like this one!!! gamigin is so cutee i wanted to play with that contrast between his silly himbo energy and the hot mature side of him that comes out during his H-scene heheee i do like this!

Satan was very temperamental: it didn't take much to annoy him into a tantrum fit of rage, and you of all people knew how to push his buttons best. You didn't usually do that, Satan already had enough with his annoying ass people pestering for a beating all the time- Buuut... sometimes it was fun to get under his skin and watch him react. Of course, the most fun part was after his work day was done. You'd been teasing the poor guy all day, shoving yourself onto him, making him work all day with a boner and acting stupid about it. God, you pissed him off, for real this time, Satan didn't like to be played with like that. Plus, he had a terrible day, having to fight angels here and there non-stop, and he was in need of letting out some steam.

So, that's how you found yourself in your current situation! A nightmare, a blessing in disguise, a punishment from Satan. Bent over his muscular thigh, your own plush thighs pressed against each other to conceal your naked pussy to the cool night air. Your back and arms were aching, being held roughly by Satans hand. He didn't care about being careful right now (not like he ever did), his free hand raising into the air and striking down on your ass. The sound of his palm hitting your soft skin sounded painful, his entire hand covered your asscheek easily, a redness he adored spreading across your bottom. He raised his hand, then striked against your ass with no mercy again and again.

It was fun at first, but by now, you've lost count of how many times he's smacked your poor little ass with his calloused palm, spitting curses all the while. Tears pricked at your lashes, before falling down your cheeks with every painful new slap. Your ass was probably as red as his eyes by now, but it really didn't seem like he planned on stopping anytime soon. To top it off, beyond your knowledge, Satan could see your pussy glistening. Shiny, sticky and wet, just from being bent over and spanked by the King of wrath. His eyes were glued to your soaked folds, letting out a deep, amused chuckle, a fanged smirk adorning his face. "I knew you were a fuckin' whore, but getting all wet over a spanking?" He mocked, and you whined, because it was true. You couldn't see the adorable sight of your red ass and wet pussy, but you felt your lower body tingling since Satan marched all angry into your room, and right now your thighs pressed against each other subconsciously, slick dripping down them.

He stopped his hand that was about to strike down again, instead spreading your sore ass to get a better look. His brows furrowed more than before, a thick finger drawing between your folds to gather your slick. You let out a strangled moan, finally feeling some stimulation that wasn't just the slight brush of his thumb whenever he spanked you. He raised his hand, playing with your wetness against the light, his cock hardening impossibly more, straining against his jeans and prodding into your tummy from below. Your mouth salivated, feeling his dick against you and imagining him getting tired of your whiny ass, throwing you onto the bed and fucking you unconscious.

Growing impatient, he suddenly shoved a finger against your pussy again, playing with your wet clit before sinking two fingers knuckle deep in your hole. You moaned, your body jumping and your arms struggling against his grip, but he didn't budge, of course. Moans flowed from you even when you tried to hold them in, his knee digging into your chest and making it impossible to restrain them. His fingers curled inside you, messing up your insides without letting you get used to it. His knee moved up, the fabric of his jeans suddenly clinging to your nipples and adding a painfully good stimulation to your already difficult predicament. Your eyes closed, tears falling down your cheeks. You felt your stomach tense up, your thighs shaking and pressing into his hand. Satan felt like he could cum in his jeans from the sight of your body twitching and the feeling of your soft thighs engulfing his hand and of course, your tight pussy pressing against his fingers.

Before long, you felt an orgasm claw closer to you, his thumb circling your hardened clit. Your stomach recoiled with pleasure, but right before you reached your peak, Satan pulled his fingers out, instead landing a wet spank against your ass. You screamed... no, moaned, fighting against the pain of your neck to look back at him with teary, pleading eyes. Satan only laughed, an evil smirk on his face as his eyes bore into your own. "What? Did'ya really think I'd let you cum after the shit you pulled today?" He chuckled, his hand raising once again.

Welp... It's gonna be a long night.

strawby hereee! i cant decide if this is nice or just straight ass but... here? idk???? pls enjoy it?????

His cock was hard and leaking through his tight Abyssos uniform, the outline visible through the latex-like material, twitching. He walked into your room, his mind being plagued with dirty thoughts about you after having a dream that had him cumming in his pants, causing his legs to be shaky enough to have him wobble like a fawn towards you.

You layed on the bed, so perfect and beautiful below the covers. He could see your breasts peaking out through your pijamas, the lewd, vulnerable sight sending a shiver down his spine and all the way to his dick. He slowly got into the covers, hands shaky as he got comfortable next to you... at least as comfortable as he could be right now. His mind was reeling with your scent, and Amon had to fight the urge to take a bite out of you. You stirred a bit, but Amon was too horny to think about wheter you'd wake up or not: in fact, he'd prefer if you woke up and saw him right now. He pulled his pants down just enough to pull his cock out (no need to pull down boxers, he doesn't wear them for easy access), and wrapped his fist around the thick girth. He let out a broken moan, sighing and breathing like it hurt to take air into his lungs, his fist moving tightly up and down as he started into your face. If you were awake, you'd feel how his stare bore into your skin like metaphorical knives.

Slowly, he moved his free hand to your legs. He stroked your soft thighs first, letting another moan out at the feel againt his skin. His whole body was scorched, hot like he was on fire from the amount of arousal overtaking him. He was dazed, biting his lip hard to conceal his sounds.

Just feeling your skin against his hand wasn't enough though, he thought. He cleared his throat, moving oh so carefully closer to you, his hot dick coming into contact with your abdomen. Since you were laying on your side, your plump thighs made a perfect, warm cave for him to stick his length into. He grabbed your hip with a free hand, and the one fisting his cock moved to tease it between your legs. As the thick head caught your clit, you jolted harshly and groaned in your sleep. Oh, how adorable, he thought, you were so sleepy and peaceful, but your body was still as sensitive and slutty as ever.

He started to rub his cock upwards, jerking off as he pressed against your clit, getting both of you off to see you moan and frown in your sleep. After coating your panties with his precum, forming a wet, dark patch, he slipped his dick right between your thighs. He moaned shakily, eyes fluttering and fingers tightening dangerously on your hip at the warm feeling that engulfed him suddenly. He started to move his hips back and forth, jerking off with your thighs. The feeling was insane: he could feel the moistness that was building up from your gushing pussy, your slick dripping through the fabric that rubbed roughly but oh so good against his sensitive length.

As he rubbed his dick against your wet panties, he stared into your face hardly than before, his mouth getting wider and wider as his jaw unhinged with crazed arousal, his hips moving and humping you with increasing desperation. After a long moan and a squeeze of your thighs and pussy lips as you started to wake up, he ejaculated right into your panties. The gooey cum slipped through the threats of the now transparent fabric, mixing with your own slick as you came in your sleep in a nasty mess.

You whined and groaned as you awoke by a sudden, overwhelming feeling of arousal and moistness between your legs. You blinked, taking in the image of a panting, shaky Amon in your leg and the feeling of his cock still pulsing and twitching against your pussy. He smiled drowzily.

"Good morning... Or night? Ah-..." he yawned, his mouth wide like a snake, and his eyes fell closed. And, he fell asleep, leaving you to deal with the very much sticky situation.

strawby here... i hope you enjoyed, im not too into somno or amon so lol

Living with no sight, he didn't have to worry about partners. In Hell, everyone was attractive enough for appearances to not be a bother, but it was especially unimportant for Andre. Plus, he didn't like wasting time, and combined with how convenient they were... he usually liked to visit glory holes. At least, until he finds a better partner. He has a usual spot he visits often; he's found a certain someone that usually pops up there that he really likes. He's not completely sure if it's always the same person, but he kind of hopes it is. It's... romantic, in some very much not romantic way. Getting head on a glory hole by the same person everytime, lovely ain't it?

So here he is, stepping foot inside this room, as humid and cool as always. The walls lack decoration except for some plants hanging and some small paintings and posters here and there, just something to fill the space. The main focus of the room isn't to blow people away with beautiful decor anyways. It's to... blow people in other ways. In the wall opposite to the door, right at the center and below, is a hole. Andre steps closer to the wall, feeling it up with his gloved fingers for a bit to find the hole. He doesn't need to poke too much though, already starting to memorize where the hole is, and he starts to unzip his pants to pull out his half-hard cock. The first time Andre tried glory holes, he wasn't super stoked. It was new and pleasant, but that's it. Just a quick thing to get rid of pent-up energy in a private but exciting manner. However, since you've been visiting the glory hole on the giving end, he finds himself getting hard against his trousers just from thinking about visiting you and your inviting mouth.

He steps close enough for his toes to touch the wall, resting a hand against the wall as his other hand pushes his cock through the wall and gives it an inviting shake. And, like a moth to a flame, it doesn't take you long to respond. You've learned to recognize his cock as he does your mouth. Long, slender, with a pale pinkish hue that gets deeper at the tip. Lately you've noticed that he leaks more pre whenever he pushes his dick through, and it's gotten bigger. Outside of your mouth, that is. You lean forward, kissing the wall with your knees, already finding a comfortable position. With a lick of your lips, you give his tip a couple kisses, and you hear him groan as a nice little greeting. He already knows it's you, you do have a habit of kissing before eating.

You let your tongue hang out between smooches, licking up the pearls of precum that ooze from his tip. Your fingers rest against the wall, your neck bending to deliver a gentle lick from his base to the tip. Before long, you're taking his cock between your lips, giving tempting sucks with your puckered lips. You like to hold back stimulation for a while, hearing the demon on the other side groan and moan breathily, the lovely sound aiding wetness to seep from between your legs. There's something special that you feel about giving the same man head everytime in this same glory hole. As you start taking more of his length into your mouth, enveloping it with your tongue and slurping, you wonder if he's caught on that you're always there waiting for him.

Little do you know that yes, he has, and it does wonders for him. Thinking about you, whoever you are, sitting all pretty on your knees, waiting for the same cock to peek through that hole everytime and eagerly pleasuring him sends shivers down his spine. You suck him in harder, ocasionally leaning forward enough to let his tip hit against your throat, and he really wishes this damned wall wasn't in between. He wants to pet you and tell you how good you're doing, but also to grab your hair and make you deepthroat him while he tells you how much of a slut you are. If he really had to, though, he'd rather shower you with praise. You suck him off so nicely, and although he can't see you, he is completely sure that you've got a pretty little face to go with that wonderful mouth of yours.

Andrealphus lets his head rest forward, forehead pressing against the wall as sounds start to escape him. He's not trying to conceal them, after all he knows that whenever he moans extra nicely for you, your cheeks hollow harder and your tongue circles his tip faster. Your hands naturally start to wander between your legs, fingertips pressing against your weeping pussy to let out some of that steam that you seem to be absorving through his cock. The tip leaks gooey liquid against your tongue, sliding warm and smooth down your throat, soothing your insides as his length starts to bully itself down your throat. Andre thrusts forward as much as he really can, and you're eager to give him what you want, so you also lean forward and manage to kiss his abdomen, the small tuft of blonde hair there tickling your nose. You gag and stiffle a cough, feeling his cock fill your mouth and throat completely. He loves the feeling of you gagging around him, but he doesn't want to hurt you, so he stays still for as long as you'll allow him. Your tongue flattens below him, tracing the bulging veins near his base.

Andre starts to pant against the wall, hands balling into fists. He needs something to grip, and since your head isn't here, the best second thing is his jacket. He almost tears a hole through it as you start to move, never letting more than half his dick leave your mouth. Being blind, Andre has very heightened senses, and the down right nasty sounds that leave your mouth as you slurp, suck and gag around his cock has him seeing starts. Your push your free hand through the hole, letting your palm graze his cock to earn a shudder from him, to paw at his sack. You massage it, never forgetting to give his cock the attention it deserves.

You start to feel how he starts to twitch and leak more into your mouth, and how even through the wall you can still hear his moans and praises loud and clear. Andre feels his thighs tense, and if it wasn't for the fact that you're still sucking him off his knees would've already buckled and he'd be down. He grips his jacket harder, pushing it off his shoulders as heat starts to build up in his body, and he let's out a final low but loud moan as he cums down your throat.

You feel his cum sticky against your throat, ropes of white panting your insides. You lean back, suckling gently on his tip to coax all of those juices to leak so you can slurp them all up, the flavor too tempting to pass up. Andre feels his body shake from the stimulation as you push him to the limit. It's a bit selfish, but he really couldn't care less. You going out of your way to literally suck him dry for the sake of it makes him happier than it should. As he comes down from his high, he fixes his jacket and slowly takes his softening cock from out of the wall. As he zips of his pants, you thank him. The sound of your voice makes his heart skip a beat. Especially with how it's hoarse from his tip hitting the back of your throat. After clearing your throat and drinking some water from your nearby bottle, you ask. "Have you seen the sign at the door?"

Andre stops for a bit. He fixes his pants and walks to the door, feeling around for the sign. Luckily, the people in this establishment were considerate enough to add braile.

"Like what you felt? Request the most recent person from your room at the entrance for an exclusive in person meet-up!" ...He's busting that door open before he even finishes reading. The sound of it closing with a thud is enough to let you know that you should start getting ready for a second round...