Augury

“What's gotten inta me?? Whadda hell's wrong with you? Walkin around smelling like that around a buncha demons.” He continues to manhandle the hell out of you, frantic hands turning you this way and that searching for whatever's got him acting crazy. His head flicks around, bird-like in the way it’s scanning your body. “If you’re in trouble you gotta tell me dumbass!”. You feel a vein in your forehead pop when he lifts your arm and goes in to presumably sniff your pit, and manage to free another arm to slap at his shoulder.

“Hey!! Nothing's wrong with me, jackass, you’re the one acting nuts!” The slap, while harmless to him, earns you an offended gasp but also some space. “Mammon literally nothing's happened today, I have no clue what you’re so worried about.” You try to keep a calm voice, seeing as he’s still scanning you, eyebrows pinched with determination to get under your skin.

“That smell! Did you let Asmo use one of his dinky perfumes on ya? You know he’s always trouble-HEY!” His head snaps to face you when his brain finally catches up. “I ain’t worried about you, I’m just..Doin my job. As Lucifer so instructed.“ You roll your eyes at the overused excuse and run a hand over your head.

“What are you even smelling Mammon? C'mon I’m really not in the mood for this.” You attempt to fix your uniform and keep an eye on him at the same time in case he tries sniffing you like a dog again, dropping your bookbag on the floor to fix your sleeves. Mammon wasn't even the only one acting strange, just the loudest and most annoying about it.

First you wake up feeling like shit and having to run to the bathroom before you could leak period blood through your sleep pants and into your overly expensive gifted bedsheets. Then you enter the dining room and even Beel had paused in his breakfast inhaling to give you a curious look. A few wavering and carefully suspicious good mornings as you take a seat. You take the brothers questioning if you’re alright as a sign that you kinda look how you feel right now, shitty. They all kinda sorta continue the usual morning routine, just with more freaky demon staring, sharp eyes that don’t even blink as much as they should and lukewarm waffles for breakfast.

Luckily you had planned to walk over to RAD with Solomon, and your issues ceased for a bit, even with the occasional cramp the exercise was somewhat helpful. Solomon even handed you something that he said was homemade ibuprofen. You’re in pain but not desperate yet, so you had thanked him and pocketed it.

You had made it through first period before Mammon butted in to whisk you away dramatically. In the middle of the hall, where everyone watched you argue with him as he skittered away with you. Poor Luke even tried to rally for your release from the demons clutches but his yips fell on deaf ears.

It looks like your movements had wafted more “make Mammon crazy” smell around because he freaks out again. “THERE! Don’t ya smell that? It’s like- like one ‘a Asmos stupid attraction spell scents and and- blood but not blood blood!”

“You’re attracted to me?” You raise a brow and smirk.

“NO! Well yea but no just- you smell good- BAD! Terrible! We gotta do somethin about it now!”

But then you pause. Blood? Ohh it’s all coming together. Gross. “Ohh. Mammon don’t smell me anymore dude I’m alright. Just ignore it.” You cringe. He was smelling your period blood, maybe whatever hormones your cycle was subjecting you to. That explains the other behaviors from the brothers too, damn demons and their stupid embarrassing demon powers (and their audacity) that leave you with no privacy.

“I can’t not smell ya Mc.” His brows furrow, really his whole demeanor shifts into something more serious than you’re used to from him. “If you know what it is jus tell me and I’ll help. It’s driving me nuts and…the way people were lookin at you…”

He takes a step towards you again, and gives his best pleading face. “No shame if ya got hurt or somethin.” He juts out his lower lip into a stupid pout.

Ohhh my godddd this guy was killing you. Really kind of him to show that he cares about you without the tsundere brain take over, but did it have to be now? And about this? No way you were getting out of this without just spitting it out, maybe this’ll teach him for being so nosey. You cough awkwardly and look to the side. “Fine! I’m on my period Mammon. You’re smelling my period blood or something.” There’s a silence that sticks for a second after you awkwardly tack on that last little tidbit, until Mammon decides to open his big mouth. “Humans walk around just smellin like that??”. You make a strangled noise and look back at him, to see him looking down towards your lower stomach like he could see through your clothes and skin into your uterus if he looked hard enough.

“Humans don’t have intrusive, gross, demon audacity. Or that strong of a sense of smell. Mammon, quit staring.” You cant help but snap at the end. All this mess for what? Mammon to act more insane than normal? At least he listened, but a new strange look had fallen over his face.

“Well I’m not lettin you out there like this.” His hands on his hips to show his seriousness.

“What?! Mammon what are you my mom?”

“Even Beel was makin faces at ya, and you know Beel doesn’t make faces.”

“Beel also eats stone pillars.” You rebut.

“What does any of this have to do with anything man.” You’re getting genuinely frustrated now. “Listen Mammon unless you’re gonna fuckin…suck the blood out yourself or some shit there’s nothing I can do about it.” You huff and bend to pick up your bag, feeling red in the face and ready to bolt out the bathroom.

“I’ll help ya.” He says it with the same weight of entering a war.

“Mammon that's disgusting.” You may have been the one to bring it up, sure, but you didn’t expect him to roll with it.

“I’m a demon Mc. This is nothing.” Well this wasn’t nothing, this was blood coming out of your cooch. You’ve heard the way demons, even Mammon himself mind you, spoke about eating humans soul and flesh.

You let your doubts be known with a quick and exasperated “fuckin liar.” To which Mammon makes an offended “GUH!” Sound.

“I ain’t!! I’m serious, I’d be doing you a huge favor ya dumbass human, and you know the Great Mammon doesn’t just hand these out to any-!” You’ve decided to take the help, letting him know by yanking his head towards yours by his tie and sealing your lips over his for just a moment. Mammon stares at you with eyes wide as saucers, your kiss having stunned him into silence the only sounds between you was the hum of the bathroom lights and your heart beating erratically, which you’re sure he could hear too. He’s still so close you can see his eyes sparkle in delight before he grabs the collar of your shirt to hungrily kiss you back.

He’s back to his noisy self too, humming into the kiss and breathily chuckling when he just barely parts from your lips to let you breathe. Your hands come up to his hair to tug at the fluffy white strands eliciting even more happy little noises from him. In a weird way you can feel his power through the kiss, the way he kisses like he’s decided to eat your face, along with how brazenly he licks his larger tongue into your mouth. His hands slither down your chest eventually, down to your thighs where he lifts you up suddenly.

“Yea yea the Great Mammon's gonna take real good care of his human.” He unnecessarily picks you up from under your thighs just to walk two paces and place you onto the sink counter. Mammon looks like he’s about to start jumping up and down with glee at the sight of you sitting all flustered and with clothes already crumpling and falling in front of him, when you look down you can almost make out the half chub forming against his thigh.

“Mammon’ll take real good care of ya…” he repeats under his breath and quickly pulls your shoes off your feet, then tugs down your pants and undies in one go, throwing them to the side. Mammons takes such a cartoonishly deep inhale it makes you giggle both amused and nervous, he opens his eyes at the noise and blushes, before he looks back down at the bloody treat before him and smiles toothily. The combined smell of human blood and hormones hitting him openly makes him full body shiver, you can just make out the mirage of his demon form phasing in and out of reality for split second. little sparks of gold flick around him trying keep his demon form just under the surface.

“Are you just gonna sit and stare? C'mon this is already a biohazard.” His staring was getting embarrassing. You place a socked foot on his crotch and only manage to rub against his hard on once before you’re suddenly grabbed from underneath your ass and pulled up, making you yelp. Your feet are placed on Mammon's shoulders and he hunches just a bit so he can engulf your pussy in a slurping lick. The way it echoed through the bathroom would’ve had you cringing if you’d noticed. His fingers tense into your lower back and he groans loudly at the tang of blood on his tongue. “Mmh fuck!” He groans and laughs, his dick throbs where it’s trapped against his thigh but he leaves it to twitch and beg for attention all it wants in favor of squeezing whatever skin his hands can cover.

“Hey! Mammon- damn!- watch the teeth! Ah!”. You can only watch as he licks and sucks on your pussy, a sheen of red tinted slick sticks to the tip of his nose, around his mouth down to his chin. You can feel more than hear Mammon slip little swears against your cunt, along with small praises that all sound more like grunts than words. The hot flat of his tongue feels so good on your tender cunt, so sensitive already. One hand leaves your ass and slips under your leg, he leans his head back from your pussy and looks at you with heavy breaths. You’re already sweating, the pleasure from Mammon's mouth alone had you twitching against him. He licks his teeth of blood and swallows as he looks down at you . “Feel good Mc? “ he asks airily. “Think you’d feel even better if ya took that off.” He nods towards your shirt and jacket, you decide to treat him and unbutton both, going the extra step to make sure he gets a good view of your chest, nipples hardened by your arousal and the cool bathroom air. “ooohoo yea, that’s my good human.” He praises smarmily, you watch his eyes flick over your skin before he leans into lave his tongue up your chest, pausing to give each nipple a quick suck.

“Haa…Mammon careful your uniform.” Your warn, you’d die if you ended up staining his shirt with the spit-slick-blood mix he created. Mammon doesn’t seem to really give a damn about that at the moment, way more interested in the little noises you make when he bites and licks over your chest and neck.

“Poor little human woulda died without their demons help huh?”

“I never said that.” You chuckle.

He puffs some air out his nose and gives you the stink eye. “Didn’t have to, said it with ya dumb human face, ‘n this wet pussy.” He’s too eager to stop indulging in the human in front of him now, the taste of your skin and blood, the pleased sighs you make when he bites and whines into your neck. He can’t stay in one place for more than a second, greedy to get all over you. And you all over him, which reminds him of what he was supposed to be doing this for. One final smooch is placed on your nose before he pulls back and pulls your ass over the edge of the counter, simultaneously kneeling so he’s mouth level with your pussy.

You can feel him place little pecks along the insides of your thighs before he latches on to your clit, lapping at the bloody mess of your cunt as he slides two fingers into you. You can feel the cool ring on his middle finger softly tap against you as he fingers you, curing his fingers into your walls and making a even bigger mess out of the blood he’s supposed to clean. You’re beyond caring about it at this point, the pleasure and relief he brings you is well worth it and he’s more than enjoying getting to do something so disgusting, judging by the groan and laughs that he returns to making.

“So good ‘f me…’m good human.” He purrs between giving your slit slow licks with the flat on his tongue. The fingers inside you switch to a beckoning motion, you feel them repeatedly caress your gspot, making you genuinely whimper like some porno actor and buck your hips into his mouth. He looks so good when you meet his eyes, blue overtaken by fizzling sparks of gold framed by his smushed hair from the way your thighs squeeze and quiver around his head. Your grip on his hair gets tighter the closer you get to cumming, eliciting more happy groans from Mammon, the wet slurps get louder, and as much as you try to keep it down you do too. Mammon's free hand glides from under your ass, over your stomach, right to your hardened nipples, squeezing the bud and groping at your chest.

You don’t know if he’s doing that for his own greed or your pleasure but the extra stimulation is enough to water your eyes and make you cum on his face. Your head falls back and you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips jerk erratically as your thighs squeeze Mammon's skull, who groans with every moan and jerk you give him. The way you squeeze around his fingers and the echos of your moans around him have his dick twitching harshly in his pants now, so greedy to feel your right heat around him. He can only repeat his little mantra of “So good, good human,” between sucks.

A shakey sigh leaves you and your body relaxes, Mammon still happily licking up anything he can in the aftershocks making you hips twitch. Coming back to your senses you meekly lift your head to be greeted by Mammon's demon form, his horns spiral out of his skull and wings unfold and stretch from behind him like they’ve just woken up. His eyes keep closed until you can’t stand the overstimulation and your hand drifts from his hair to yank his head back. “Alright- alright Mammon have some mercy. Oh.” You laugh before your eyes widen when his meet yours again, it’s animalistic in the way they’re blown out, just a thin ring of gold surrounding black pupils. You shiver slightly at the loss of his fingers in you, or maybe its the sight of him licking them cum-blood fusion left behind, openly licking at his mouth and teeth again. The corner of your eye catches his other hand moving from your thigh to paw at his hard on.

“So good,” he praises “ bloody ‘n fuckin delicious.” You shake your head.

“Haven’t had human in a while, Mammon?” You tease.

“Nah, not like this…”

Before you can dig into that little statement more he goes to kiss you again. Your hand quickly pops in front of your mouth to shield it from his. “Mammon! Not on the mouth, gross!” He pouts at his denied smooch. “I’m glad you like how my blood tastes but I don’t. 'Specially not secondhand.” You try to reason when his pout remains, you give him a face full of small pecks as compensation, he accepts and leans further into you. “Better make it up to me…some ego you have denyin the great Mammon.” You can feel the breeze of his wings giving little excited flaps before he straightens up to free his poor dick from the confines of his pants, pushing his pants and boxers down enough to bunch around his thighs, just for a second though, too baggy to stay up it falls to his ankles with a wiff sound. You snort and he tsks mutters a small “shaddup.” as you watch as he gives himself a few quick strokes, spreading precum from his tip that peels out from his foreskin around his head, making it glisten dully in the light.

“Like whatcha see MC?” He tried to sound teasing and confident, but it comes out a little more shy than he intends judging by the way his lip curls back for a second, giving you a little peek of his canines. Of course you do, you assume being a demon comes with perks, one being a good looking dick- big for human standards, and you're glad it stops at that. You’d been curious as any other human would in another world's internet, and seen some of the lung puncturers some larger demons had. “Mhmm.” You hum, watching more pre form at this tip in excitement at your attention. “ Y' gonna like it even more in a second.” You can hear his smirk without even looking at his face, too busy watching one sticky hand thumb at your clit while the other guides his dick into you. The mix of cum,( from both of you.) blood and spit makes it easy enough for him to slide in, it has him whimpering little swears to himself, his eyes wide as he watches your cunt take his dick. “‘S so warm.” He breathes out. “Ahh fuck, so fuckin hot, so wet ‘f me.” He continues praising with pleased sighs.

The pressure and stretch of him sliding into you isn’t bad at all, not with all the previous prep and the thumb rolling circles on your clit. You’re grateful with his patience, you’d expect him to go nuts and fuck you like a rabbit but it looks like he really does want to make good on the promise of making you feel better. “Mmh, good- you’re so good Mammon.” Your hummed praises earn a twitch inside you. White pubes meet your clit as he bottoms out, moaning happily as he tilts his head back. “So damn good, squeezin me so tight.” He praises and you have half a mind to think hes about to bust right now- or maybe stopping himself from cumming already.

He gives slow, easy thrusts that slow both of you to see his shaft coated in red tinted slick, before he eases back in. It has your breath picking up much to Mammons glee, telling by the way his wings twitch and flap like a bird. Not wanting to be the only one moaning and mewling, your hands travel up his stomach, over his nipples, pushing the unbuttoned cloth out of the way until you reach his face. You can feel the heat of his blush in his cheeks as you hold him, he looks like a spoiled cat, so smug and happy, until your hands grip onto his horns and pull him close to you. He stutters in his movements and moans at the manhandling, staring at you wide eyed. “Keep going Mammon, please, a little faster.” You do your best whining plead, it’s always fun to rile Mammon up with puppy eyes, usually in regular circumstances like begging him to get you a drink from the kitchen or something but it gets you even better results now. Clipped moans escape him as he picks up speed, hips smushing into your clit and hair dying itself pink with blood with every thrust forward. You tug again and he swears, head ducking into your neck and wings giving great flaps that blow your hair back a bit, before they stretch out to their massive wing span, then arch over both of you. “Mine mine- fuck all mine Mc, begging for more, I’ll give ya more- damn!” Another tug earns you a groan and hot breath on your skin, sharp teeth grazing the surface before it turns into a cute little kiss.

Suddenly there’s a thud and you realize it’s Mammons foot steeling itself into the counter, maybe the angle looks a little funny, a little part of you wishes you could see his butt right now, though that's something you want anyway, but the way it feels has you keening at the heat of your orgasm building even quicker. Mammons barely separating from you now, more so grinding into your pussy but pulling back enough that the sound of his sac hitting your ass accompanies the rhythmic shlick-shlick-shlick of his little thrusts. You look up to his face and feel your heart jolt as your met with wide animalistic eyes staring right back at you. It’s little freaky, demonic if you dare say, but the effect is dampened by his heated blush and repeated “Love ya- fuck fuck I love ya so much!” Eventually he ducks his head back into your chest, panting into your skin and placing sloppy open mouth kisses over you. “Smell so good taste so good, so good ‘t me. Just! haah!‘f me.” You can physically feel the buzz of greed radiating off of Mammon, the magical properties of his sin electrifying the air as he feeds off his high of having your pussy grip his dick, like it’s just as greedy for him.

Your grip on his horns jumps to his hair as you cum, crying out and pulling at the soft white locks as you squeeze his cock with every wave of your orgasm, it’s more than enough to make Mammon finally let himself cum, he groans and whines along with you, his dick twitching as it pumps his load into you, greedily taking you as his. He shivers, as do his wings, as he gives his last few humps before his upper half drapes over you bonelessly. Both of you take a moment to cool down, breathing heavily in the aftermath of your class skipping session.

Mammon, still laid across you, awkwardly cranes his torso and neck towards the sink next to him, uses his face to activate the motion sensor and proceeds to gargle and spit a mouth full of water. You can only let out cramped laughs. “You’re fuckin ridiculous Mammon. Mm!” You’re interrupted in insulting your bathroom lover by a kiss, his hands come to caress your face and yours rub at the backs of his shoulders. You shiver into him at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, faintly hitting the tiled floor. He finally parts to let you breathe, looking quite happy with himself.

“Feelin better now?” He purrs, and you can only groan and laugh again. “Yeah,” but at what cost… “dunno what I’d do without you.”