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The demon in the dank cellar pins him down, muscles rippling with magic and pure, animal strength. His breath is hot against Renjun's ear, the panting quality of it like a snarl against Renjun's feather-soft hair. It's wet, feral, and Renjun quakes underneath him, whole body quivering in some mix of fear and arousal.
"You thought you could show me this and get away with it?" The demon, Donghyuck growls, voice low and feral, broad body pressed hard against Renjun's. He slips one clawed hand - clawed! fingers sharp as the teeth that tug at his earlobe just enough to sting - between Renjun's legs, coming to cup the delicate, petal-like folds there.
"P-please," Renjun whimpers, as his folds are parted with deceptive tenderness, as those clawed fingers come to rest on either side of his plump pink clit. They don't move, and in the pink between his folds the claws dig in until Renjun lets out a little whimper of pain, pinpricks spreading up his spine from his most sensitive place.
"Please?" Donghyuck snarls, the timber of it rattling like a physical tremor, "Please? You spent all that time playing with your pussy right in front of me, spreading it out like a feast, taunting me with it?"
Renjun shudders, squeaking as two clawed fingers shove between his lips, pressing hard against his tongue. He whimpers and mewls, drool dripping from his mouth as he whimpers please again, plaintive.
"Are you getting wetter?" Donghyuck teases, the curled-lip snarl sharp against Renjun's ear. "I'm not even touching you, and you're soaking my fingers. Not like when you were touching yourself. That was just play, wasn't it?"
"I," Renjun stammers around the fingers, "I-"
"The things I swore I'd do to you when you spread yourself in front of me," Donghyuck says again, nails scraping just barely along the pink wetness, enough to send frightened little prickles along Renjun's skin. "When you put the pad of that pretty little finger over your clit. Do you even
know what you look like? Like a juicy little peach. I could just lick you up." His voice goes low and dangerous. "I could just take you between my teeth and bite."
Renjun whimpers. Drool is wet on his chin, and his cheeks flush with humiliation. He suckles at the fingers like a babe at a wet nipple, mind racing in fear and arousal.
"You didn't touch your clit directly, did you know that? Your hood is thick over it. Have you felt that when you've touched yourself, that you could never quite come like your friends could? Rubbing that pert little bud so hard and wondering why it didn't make you scream?"
The fingers prickle back up to his clit, the pad of a thumb brushing over it, over the hood. Renjun can feel the sharpness there, and suddenly those clawed nails are touching him so intimately he can't do anything but writhe and sob, shaking his head violently.
He feels the very sensation of his hood being pulled back, feels it drag along his sensitive clit, and though he knows it should be impossible, he swears he can feel the cold air caress him like the touch of a feather.
The swipe of a finger directly onto his flushed clit has him shrieking, sending the fingers even deeper into his mouth, where strangely the claws don't scratch him.
"Not used to that?" Donghyuck grins, "didn't think of that when you were fucking yourself on your fingers like a whore?"
Three more merciless swipes directly over the bud, and Renjun feels his cunt pulse and twitch reflexively, whimpering and mewling as the sensation shoots like lightning strikes through his body.
"Your hips are moving like they did when you were trying so hard to finger yourself," Donghyuck snarls, "but all I'm doing is giving you the lightest touch. You're so wet, too, dripping all over the floor. Your little salt circle is all gone now, from all the slick dripping from your tight cunt."
Donghyuck rubs Renjun's clit mercilessly, so much more intense with the hood peeled back and the tender pink bud exposed. He whimpers and yelps, trying to wriggle away, tears in his eyes.
"Stop," he mewls around the fingers, "I'm too sensitive, I'm too sensitive, it hurts-"
"Don't act like you didn't want this," Donghyuck roars, pressing down harder, pulling the hood back so the bud is completely unprotected, swollen with abuse and arousal. "Summoning me with no panties on, barely resisting when I ripped your clothes off and held you down."
Renjun whimpers, a particularly tender stroke making his whole body jolt, and in a mixture of slick and sweat he slips from Donghyuck's grasp. He wriggles out from under him with a grasp, feeling his pussy dripping onto the floor, onto his thighs.
He doesn't call for help.
Retribution comes swiftly, in the form of a clawed hand clasping around his ankle, in the form of his body pinned and twisted so that Donghyuck holds down his knees behind his elbows, so that his pussy is pointed up towards Donghyuck's grinning face as he looms over him. He wriggles his hips, desperately, and slick dribbles down his ass and thighs.
"The perfect position," Donghyuck says, "For a hole like you."
"Don't," Renjun pleads, heart fluttering in his chest at how trapped he is at this demon's complete and total mercy. Even as he says it though, he feels the wetness between his plump lips, feels his clit throb at the memory of being touched.
"Don't do what?" Donghyuck teases, "This?"
He opens his mouth, grinning wildly, and unfurls a pulsating pink tongue thick and wide and snakelike, held up with twitching muscle, and Renjun feels his cunt clench tight in terror. He sees his own clit throb between his folds, pink, swollen - positioned like this he’s helpless, even moreso than before, and he pictures succumbing to wave after wave of terrible pleasure.
"Oh, none of that," Donghyuck rolls his eyes dismissively, "you were so eager before. Let's loosen you up a little."
The tongue is long, thick, pulsating - tapered at the end like a writhing tentacle. Renjun can only watch, aroused and terrified beyond belief, as the tongue parts his folds and swipes a teasing line from his dripping entrance to his clit. He yelps when it flicks against it, a little spark of sensation.
“I want you nice and wet,” Donghyuck says, and then he says little else, because his tongue is dripping with saliva and his hands come to part Renjun’s folds, and there’s little Renjun can do but watch his clit bob as the tentacle circles around it like a snake. One sharp finger comes up to push back the hood again, and Renjun has never seen himself exposed like this before.
The tentacle snakes around the bare bud, the sensation alien, wet and writhing, and then - and then it’s moving, squeezing and suckling at his exposed clit, and Renjun cannot stop the babble that pours out of him, “Stop, stop, oh god, it feels so good, it feels too good, like I’m gonna explode-”
Donghyuck chuckles, the rhythmic motion of his tongue around Renjun’s bare clit driving Renjun wild, sharp in its intensity.
“Stop,” Renjun begs again, “You’re not supposed to t-touch me like this, my clit - I’m not supposed to feel this good-”
It feels so good it hurts, and Renjun cannot move with Donghyuck pinning him down like this. His lips are quivering, the little pink tip of his clit just peeking out over the writhing tongue, every bit of him slick between his legs from saliva and his own arousal. He can’t escape this pleasure, can’t wriggle away from it, can only feel his body jerk at each new stroke against his clit. He’s immobilized save for the involuntary jolting, forced to submit to this pleasure.
“It feels so good,” he moans, “It feels so good. I’m - I think I’m coming, oh god, I think-”
His helpless little mewls become louder, more insistent, a sharp crescendo echoed with the strokes against his bare, throbbing clit. It twitches, plump and swollen, and Renjun watches himself in fascinated horror as pleasure builds inside of him, until eventually the sensation crashes over him like a wave and all he can do is toss his head back and scream-
He comes solidly, unceasingly, his orgasm seeming to last forever, and the thick tongue strokes him the whole while. It strokes him while his cunt pulsates, while his muscles contract, while he mewls and wails - it strokes him until he’s finished coming and it hurts how sensitive he is, and he writhes with helpless little cries, body wet with sweat and saliva.
The tongue strokes him, and just as he manages to catch his breath and let out a choked, “I’m so sensitive, please-” it plunges into his wet, pulsing cunt mercilessly.
Renjun’s eyes fly open, and he screams .
He's never been fucked before, and yet somehow his body yields like he's a seasoned slut with a gaping, pulsing pink cunt. The tongue is thick like a cock, but the tapered shape of it means it slides in easy, wet and wriggling.
"It's so much," Renjun sobs, though Donghyuck's tongue is barely an inch inside him. "It's too much, I'm too full-"
Donghyuck doesn't say anything, but in a gesture that's surprisingly intimate, surprisingly tender, he reaches down to pat Renjun's thigh, stroking him until the rabbit-quick thrum of his heart stills, until a pit in his stomach unclenches and his head falls back with a sigh.
It feels so good, the tongue deep in his pussy. It’s stretching his tender walls roughly, but not painfully - instead, it feels like his insides are being spread apart like legs falling into a split, like he’s pleasantly full and wanton. His walls contract around the tongue, sucking it in like his lips surrounding a fat cock, making lewd, slick sounds.
“It feels too good,” Renjun whimpers. “Too good.”
When Donghyuck thrusts experimentally again, Renjun swears he feels it all the way to his beating heart. There’s a tickling, tingling sensation deep, deep within him, like an erogenous zone blooming to life, and Renjun feels the tapered end of the tongue making little circles around his puckered cervix, around that little pinprick hole that protects his womb.
“What is this?” Renjun shudders, clit throbbing as that sweet tongue circles his cervix, like if it’s stroked it might make him come. “What are you - not there, that’s not. That’s not like my clit.”
The tongue pulls out, a wicked grin on Donghyuck’s face, and he says, “Not yet, perhaps.”
His tongue looks so lewd, the way it slips back between his pink lips, and Renjun thinks for the first time how handsome this demon is, hair warm and brown like dripping honey. One hand is positioning a massive cock at Renjun’s stretched hole - the other comes down to cup Renjun’s face, tender as a warm summer night. “I can make you feel so good, Renjun, baby. Will you let me? Will you give me everything?”
Renjun shudders, clit throbbing between his legs, still pulsing post-orgasm. He shudders, but he does not hesitate when he whispers, “Yes. Yes, please .”
Donghyuck grins. He slides his thick cock between Renjun’s slick folds, wetting himself between them. The cock slides alongside Renjun’s clit, and with his hand still around the base of it, Donghyuck guides his tip right to the swollen bud, stimulating it with his length. He teases, “Please, what?”
“Please,” Renjun sobs, “Please fuck me!”
The cockhead goes in slow. Renjun feels his cunt, his tight little hole open like lips around the fat head. The stretch is delicious, the way his body opens to allow the girth in, the whole way eased by the slick dripping from him.
“Oh,” Renjun breathes, “Oh, oh, oh,” like a prayer, a mantra.
His walls flutter around the length as Donghyuck eases in slowly, inch by massive inch, warm and soft like velvet around the demon’s cock. He’s surprisingly gentle - everything about him is surprising, down to the twinkle in his eyes.
“More,” Renjun babbles, “More, please, more-”
“You mean like this?” Donghyuck asks, and with one rough snap of his hips, he sheaths himself fully inside.
Renjun shrieks, body arching, but before he can even catch his breath Donghyuck is fucking him, cock massive, splitting him wide open. Donghyuck’s cock pounds deep into him, a steady drumbeat, and Renjun mewls pitifully on each thrust, the sound mingling with the wet squelching of his pussy suckling on the intrusion.
“Yes!” Renjun sobs, “Yes, yes, yes, more, more-”
When Donghyuck thrusts deep into him, Renjun sees stars. It’s so hot, so good, Donghyuck’s tongue somehow having made his entire passage as sensitive as his throbbing clit, still bright red between his legs.
“Touch yourself,” Donghyuck commands, eyes flashing. “Touch your swollen little clit.”
Renjun complies, fingers trembling as he brings them up between his legs, between his pussy lips, spreading them wide. Sparks from his sensitive walls make his clit throb, and hesitantly, as though savoring the sensation of it, he touches himself over that slick hood with a whimper.
“Not like that,” Donghyuck grins, “I mean really touch yourself. Like I showed you.”
Renjun’s insides feel like mush as he’s fucked into the floor, a delicious low throb, and he watches in fascination as he pulls back the hood over his fat clit, big enough that he can see it from his position on the floor. It glistens, wet with slick, and with a whimper Renjun gently runs the pad of his thumb over the exposed bud.
He almost screams at the sensation, at the pleasure so sharp it’s painful, but Dongyuck laughs, “Yes, yes, just like that, touch your clit directly, touch it until the only thing that matters is how fucking good your cunt feels.”
“Yes,” Renjun sobs, “Yes, I will-”
He’s coming, coming almost instantly from the pounding against his hypersensitive cervix, from his red, swollen clit, coming and mewling and wailing-
“Don’t you stop touching yourself,” Donghyuck growls. “Don’t stop. Keep touching your clit. Stroke it faster .”
“It hurts,” Renjun wails, body shuddering in the aftermath of his climax, “It hurts-”
He does not stop. His clit throbs at the touch, his pussy gapes, clenching and fluttering around that fat cock, and Donghyuck leans over to kiss him roughly. His tongue, still tangy with Renjun’s slick, tangles with Renjun’s, and their sweat and slick and breaths mingle together.
“I’m coming,” Renjun sobs again, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming-”
It’s like he can’t stop coming. He strokes himself frantically, pussy fluttering with an unending orgasm, sobbing into Donghyuck’s mouth. Donghyuck grabs Renjun’s tits, pinches his fat nipples, and Renjun thinks this is what his body was made for, made to be fucked by a demon’s fat cock, be taken apart by a demon’s rough hands.
“Yes,” Donghyuck moans into Renjun’s mouth, “Yes, yes, fuck, so good. I’m coming inside of you, I’m going to breed you, I’m gonna fatten you up with my seed and watch your pussy stretch as you birth my babies, gonna pinch your cute little clit until you’re sobbing and begging me to breed you again-”
“Breed me,” Renjun wails, voice coming out garbled around that fat tongue, “Yes, yes, breed me, please, please -”
Renjun tosses his head back and screams , still touching himself, coming and coming and coming, pussy convulsing and fluttering and slick gushing out of him-
And Donghyuck is coming too, coming deep inside of him, against his womb, painting his walls, thick and so hot Renjun feels like he’s burning. He screams, and screams, still coming, body trembling with his orgasm until he’s wrung out and there’s nothing he can do but collapse bodily to the ground, legs spread wide to expose his ruined pussy.
They sit there a moment, just breathing, Donghyuck looking awfully smug. He pats Renjun’s stomach, just below the navel, where in the heat of the moment a curling, heart-shaped tattoo has appeared, burned into his flesh. Already, Renjun feels his pussy throb, like he needs cock again. Like he’ll die without it.
Something has changed.
Renjun says, in a squeaky, nervous voice, “Donghyuck - you weren’t serious about the breeding, right?”