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“Iruma! Where is your lapdog?” Sabnock’s rowdy voice easily dominated the chatter of his fellow Thirteen Crowns. “It’s not like him to leave your side, let alone miss a meeting!” The confusion in his words was audible - tinged with the slightest bit of concern, though he would deny this.
Beneath the elegant, food-laden table, Asmodeus rolled his eyes. If there was anything worth noting in that boorish barbarian’s words, it was that Asmodeus would never willingly separate himself from his master — that was exactly why he was kneeling at the man’s feet, enjoying a far more unique and exclusive feast than the spread his former classmates were indulging in.
“I was wondering where he might be,” Kerori spoke up. “Will he not be joining us today, Iruma?”
The Demon King waved away their concerns. “There’s no need to worry about Asmodeus, my friends. Today I’ve asked him to tend to a task of equal significance, but rest assured he’ll be here next time.”
Asmodeus would have nodded in agreement if he’d been permitted to. Instead, a small, smug part of him relished in the privilege of being the only one chosen for this highly-esteemed act of service. He had always enjoyed the feeling of being useful to Iruma and being able to offer his master comfort, thus his knees had long since grown accustomed to his subservient habits. In spite of this, Iruma (in his eternally generous manner) had offered a cushion for Asmodeus’ comfort as he’d anticipated the weekly assembly of the Thirteen Crowns would run long.
He was right of course — nothing but perfection from my infallible Master Iruma — while the Crowns maintained the utmost discipline concerning matters of the state, it was inevitable that some light-hearted bickering and the odd deviation from the topic at hand would occur amongst the group of old school friends.
No matter. Iruma was more than comfortable with his cock buried in the warmth of Asmodeus' throat. As a result of his master's satisfaction — as well as the cushion Iruma had wisely provided beforehand — there was nowhere in the Netherworld Asmodeus would rather be.
At some point during the meeting's progression, Iruma had casually stuffed Asmodeus' mouth with two fingers alongside his gradually stiffening cock. Asmodeus had been instructed not to move or make a sound, and while both were such tempting options given how wonderfully full his mouth felt, the demon prided himself on both his eternal loyalty to Iruma and his own immaculate self-restraint, so he certainly would not give into his own impulsive desires.
Not long after the addition of Iruma’s fingers, Asmodeus was greeted with a pleasant surprise when the pads of said fingers began alternating between slowly sliding along the velvet insides of his cheek and squeezing beneath Iruma’s cock to stroke along his tongue. Perhaps it was a little too pleasant as the softest sigh eked out of Asmodeus in his pliant bliss, but thankfully it was overshadowed by the rising volume of the Thirteen’s discussion.
It was not unnoticed by Iruma, however, who immediately withdrew his hand, much to Asmodeus' dismay.
Determined to meet his master’s expectations, Asmodeus did not let his disappointment ruin the precious experience of servicing Iruma right under the noses of his fellow Crowns, simply resolving not to make such a mistake again.
Still, he couldn't keep himself from wondering what sort of punishment Iruma would mete out for his disobedience... Thankfully he didn't have to wait long to find out.
The meeting ended some twenty minutes later with everyone sharing their cheerful goodbyes. “Shame Azz couldn't make it this time. Something about meeting up with everyone just isn’t the same without his uptight ass waxing lyrical about our great Demon King." Lied snickered .
Iruma let out a good-natured chuckle. “Oh he was very sad to miss you all, trust me." He said with a smirk to his voice. Lied laughed at this remark, but Iruma very much doubted their humour was shared in exactly the same way Lied thought it was.
As soon as the other Crowns had filed out of the room, Iruma teleported to the throne room. He was situated in the grandest seat in the castle, with his chief advisor at his feet.
"Well, well, well. I didn't expect your iron grip on your discipline to slip, Asmodeus. What a surprise." Iruma had yet to extricate himself from Asmodeus' mouth— he had in fact prised it open with what was now three fingers alongside his cock, thrusting them back and forth at a leisurely pace. With drool slipping from the corners of his mouth, wetting his lips and running down his chin, Asmodeus could only sit and take what he was given. He did, however, whine in disappointment— both at his rare mistake and the rarer instance of Iruma forgoing the use of his given name in private.
Iruma placed his left leg between Asmodeus’ knees, meaning that the demon’s back had to arch over Iruma’s lap if he was to continue with his service. He couldn’t hold back a deep groan when Iruma briefly pressed the toe of his boot into his crotch, then grabbed Asmodeus’ jaw with his left hand and pulled, forcing Asmodeus to shuffle forward and eagerly swallow more of his master's cock. The position was somewhat awkward, but no discomfort was relevant to Asmodeus in such a situation.
"Go on,” Iruma teased. He nudged at Asmodeus’ crotch, which was now pressed against his shin, calling attention to the way it subtly rubbed against him, side to side, millimeters at a time. “You know you want to~"
Admiration flooded Asmodeus’ mind from the effortless way in which Iruma read his desires. With the permission he'd been so generously granted, he began humping his master's leg, though he was still intently focused on prioritising Iruma’s pleasure.
"Hmm, Clara won’t be happy to find out that you've had so much of me to yourself, will she, Alice? You're insatiable, aren't you.” It was certainly more a statement than a question. At last Iruma pulled his fingers out from Asmodeus’ mouth, pushing the demon backwards till he was just far enough to lavish his dick with desperate little kitten licks. Iruma rubbed his leaking cockhead over the demon’s lips. “You've no patience at all when it comes to pleasing your lord; you would take any punishment if it meant getting your greedy hands on me."
Gathering a fistful of the hair on Asmodeus’ scalp, Iruma tugged the demon’s head back so he would look up at him. “Or maybe... You want to be punished, hm? You want Clara to get even and have her way with you, fuck you silly with the first object that she can think of... Or perhaps you want Ameri to come relieve the stress of her grand master duties with that whip you so love... You know how thoroughly she'd discipline you for monopolising the Demon King's time. She'd say you should know better as my chief advisor, and yet..."
The grip in his hair hardened and Asmodeus barely held back a whimper. Iruma's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Say it.''
" I'm nothing but a hole for you my lord. " Asmodeus moaned passionately. His gaze was unwavering, his voice proud and eager despite the gleam of overwhelmed tears in his eyes.
“Indeed you are.” Iruma smiled, and wasted no time in shoving Asmodeus back on his cock.
Asmodeus whined in relief when his lips finally wrapped around his lord again. Iruma’s cock was quickly buried deep in Asmodeus’ throat, and the demon’s nose was soon pressing close to his abdomen, brushing against coarse blue hairs. Asmodeus remembered to breathe, then shivered at the thought of having the privilege of knowing the Demon King’s body so intimately.
Iruma stroked Asmodeus' head lovingly, his fingers sliding over soft pink before he took hold of the ribbon securing Asmodeus' immaculate ponytail and gently tugged it free.
Iruma ran his hand through pink tresses."You're so good for me, Alice.” He said, placing his other hand on the back of Asmodeus’ neck as he guided him slowly up and down his length. Asmodeus’ eyes fluttered at the way Iruma softly stroked his hair. His cheeks hollowed out in the way Iruma liked, creating tighter suction, and he was rewarded with a low sigh. "How could I possibly reward you?"
Asmodeus paused his work to speak. "I could spend days if not weeks kneeling in your service, worshipping you in the way you deserve, my lord.''
Iruma laughed fondly at the intensity of Asmodeus’ words, "Then by all means, continue. Who am I to interrupt your fervent devotion?" And he spread his legs that little bit wider in invitation.
Asmodeus dived back in ravenously, Iruma’s hands guiding and petting him once again. The teasing sensation of Iruma's strong fingers in his hair caused Asmodeus to moan softly, sending vibrations through his master's cock before he quickened his movements. Asmodeus’ increased speed earned him a tight fist gripping his rosey tresses. "If you continue at that pace I'll reach my peak sooner than later,” Iruma warned. The image of Iruma suddenly cumming in his throat flashed vividly in Asmodeus’ head, and the demon just about choked.
The Demon King grinned. "Aren’t you enthusiastic? You live for this - you were born for this weren't you?”
Asmodeus groaned and once again pulled off, this time raising a hand to stroke Iruma’s length with a firm, loving grip. "Of course, master Iruma. Why else was I born, if not to serve you? Only a fool would be apathetic towards the opportunity to be a vessel for your essence.”
Iruma hummed thoughtfully, "Your excitement is infectious. Come here, my love.”
Once Asmodeus straightened up, Iruma grabbed his cheeks with one hand, squeezing so that his lips fell open from the grip, all too willingly. His tongue lolled out ever so slightly, showing no sign of the discipline the strict demon usually prided himself on. "This right here is telling me exactly what you want.” Iruma chuckled, raising his other hand to gently pinch Asmodeus' tongue between thumb and forefinger, rubbing over the soft, wet flesh with his thumb.
Iruma leaned in so that the distance between their lips spanned hardly more than a breath. Their gazes locked, and neither shifted a millimetre as Iruma pursed his lips to let a ball of saliva gather and slide right down into the demon’s mouth. It sat on Asmodeus’ tongue for barely a second before the man swallowed it down with relish, as though the action came naturally to him.
" Good boy , Alice," Iruma crooned. “So greedy, and so candid about it, like a good demon should be." Asmodeus moaned at the explicit praise. "I'll give you what you want soon." Iruma closed the distance between their lips, licking slow, filthy kisses into Asmodeus’ mouth and feeling the way Asmodeus trembled and moaned the entire time.
Eventually Iruma pulled away, and his advisor gave a little shudder, cheeks pink and eyes glassy, full of love and devotion, adoration and ecstasy. Iruma took some time to admire the sight before him — it was one that never failed to give him the utmost satisfaction. Asmodeus sat at attention as Iruma observed him, waiting patiently for instructions, so when Iruma extended a finger and motioned for him to turn around, he did so swiftly.
"Alice." Iruma patted the space between Asmodeus’ shoulder blades once the demon was kneeling with his back to him.
"Y-yes master." Well accustomed to the signal, Asmodeus let out his wings, and the black, leathery appendages extended elegantly, twitching slightly as he patiently awaited more of his master's touches. The roots of one's wings are often sensitive, given that they are rarely met with much contact from the skin of others or their owners.
"So pretty." Iruma muttered as he trailed a finger down lightly between Asmodeus’ wings, tracing circles and other meandering shapes over his spine. The skin was soft beneath his hands, and Iruma pressed and kneaded and stroked until Asmodeus was nearly out of his mind with the sensitivity, arching his back and squirming at the contact that sent pleasure racing through his nerves.
The Demon King alternated between using the tips of one or three fingers to tease Asmodeus’ vulnerable roots, occasionally pressing his whole palm down flat and furling and unfurling his fingers slowly so that his fingernails tickled over Asmodeus’ back. Asmodeus was panting heavily, breaths interspersed with little choked off moans — he was already coming undone. Not many demons could call the roots of their wings an erogenous zone, but Asmodeus’ potent attraction to Iruma was already enough to drive him half wild. A wet kiss to the centre of his roots was all it took to send him over the edge with a shout, shuddering through his orgasm.
Iruma revelled in how responsive Asmodeus was as he waited for the demon to catch his breath, shoulders heaving as cum dripped down his chest. Iruma patted his lap, "I hope you still have some energy left in you, Alice. Come and take a seat."
Asmodeus stood up on legs that were only slightly shaky, looking back at Iruma as he straddled the man’s spread legs. With his back to Iruma's chest, Asmodeus faced the empty hall, which shimmered briefly with the tell-tale sign of an illusion forming before it was suddenly populated by a bustling crowd of demons.
Iruma hugged one arm around Asmodeus’ waist, pulling him close so that he could speak into Asmodeus’ ear. "You know, Alice, sometimes I consider putting your succubus lineage to good use, and fucking you right in front of all the top generals and few remaining dissenters to my reign. Surely you learned a thing or two from her?” Iruma mused as his free hand reached down to unbutton Asmodeus’ trousers. “If not, then simply seeing the formidable and stoic Asmodeus Alice reduced to a sobbing, pink mess would be a choice remedy for any rebellious spirits."
Iruma tugged Asmodeus’ half-hard cock free then pulled on a fistful of Asmodeus' hair once again, tipping his head back and exposing the slender line of his throat. "Lust makes a fine leash for unruly demons, no?" Iruma reached down with the hand that had circled Asmodeus’ waist to fondle his cock instead, stroking his balls with his thumb and squeezing them intermittently.
Trembling with pleasure, Asmodeus could do nothing but let out a high-pitched keen, prompting Iruma to continue his filthy musings. "Oh, listen to the pathetic little noises you make," he sighed, "it's the finest music to my ears, knowing you still react so ardently after all this time, my love. I want to really hear you — won't you let out your voice for me, Alice?"
Iruma took Asmodeus' length in a firm grasp and stroked up and down, twisting his wrist as he went. Iruma added scandalised murmurs and hushed whispers to the illusory crowd he’d created. He released Asmodeus’ hair to grip his chin and direct his gaze towards the crowd. "What would you feel, what would you say if I used you like that? Took you in front of a room full of strangers?"
Asmodeus shook his head to clear his mind of the pleasure that threatened to obstruct his speech and move his hips against his will. "I'd feel no such thing as shame or embarrassment, my lord, only pride for being of use to you - ah! - and honour for receiving an opportunity to show my loyalty to all who would gaze upon us! Master Iruma! " He cried out when Iruma’s hand sped up.
“Is that so, Alice? Up.” Iruma released Asmodeus and offered him a moment’s reprieve before coaxing Asmodeus to stand between his legs.
Iruma tugged on Asmodeus’ trousers till they pooled on the floor, then he conjured up a bottle of oil, coating his fingers with the liquid before running them over Asmodeus’ hole. “You would even show them this?” He asked, but he never gave Asmodeus a chance to answer - his finger slipped inside as soon as the demon opened his mouth, and Asmodeus was left speechless as his master’s skilled hands prepared him for a greater stretch.
Iruma’s free hand gripped Asmodeus’ hip while the other prepared him, running his fingers along his inner walls and making heat pool in Asmodeus’ gut as he adjusted to the stretch. With how relaxed Asmodeus was, Iruma quickly worked up to three fingers, twisting his wrist slightly as he thrust in and out. The wet sounds of his lubricated fingers were soon drowned out by Asmodeus’ cries as he fingered Asmodeus till he was practically sobbing, rocking back and forth on Iruma’s fingers and repeatedly calling his name like a prayer.
When Asmodeus lost Iruma’s name and his moans turned to a high pitched staccato - ah, ah, ah! - Iruma determined he’d had enough and finally gave the demon what he so desperately craved. He slid his fingers out of Asmodeus’ hole and stood behind him, tempted to bend him in half before fucking into him, but instead he splayed a hand across Asmodeus’ chest as he closed the distance between them.
Iruma gripped Asmodeus’ waist after easing his cock into his hole, sinking in slowly at first before slamming in once Asmodeus had taken just over half of him. The feeling of having his master inside him at long last nearly overwhelmed Asmodeus, especially with Iruma’s rough movements, but Asmodeus refrained from cumming then and there through sheer power of will, eager to redeem himself after his shameful loss of discipline during his service beneath the meeting table.
Iruma let out a long groan when he bottomed out, grinding into him and moaning lustily into Asmodeus’ ear, “So tight and hot for me, my love.”
“O-only the best for you, my lord… fff...ngh!" Iruma knew that if they’d been facing each other he would have seen Asmodeus’ lewd expression as he rocked his hips; his reddening cheeks and sweaty brow, eyes rolling back, on the verge of shutting them tight, and his perfectly maintained, wickedly sharp fangs poking out of his mouth as he clamped down on his lower lip to stifle his moans. Iruma couldn't decide if Asmodeus was more beautiful like this — his normally immaculate appearance dishevelled and otherwise steady voice wavering with passion — or in his wicked phase, where he would happily destroy anything Iruma asked of him and all he needed was the mention of his master's name to return to his normal frame of mind.
"Let it out my love, there’s no need to hold back.” There was a smile in Iruma’s voice. He knew how Asmodeus preferred to curb the habit of swearing that he'd picked up from Iruma when they were sixteen and Iruma had realised there were no human adults to reproach his foul language. And so he picked up the pace, fucking into Asmodeus with sharp snaps of his hips as he pulled Asmodeus onto his cock over and over again.
"Mn- fuck! " Asmodeus gasped quietly, and then louder, with his volume steadily increasing, "Fuck, fuck, fuck- ah! "
Asmodeus clenched repeatedly around Iruma as he came, throwing his head back and moaning without restraint. His hips jerked with each spurt of his release, this time staining Iruma’s deliberately placed fingers.
“Oh look at the mess you've made,” Iruma cooed. He raised hand up to Asmodeus' lips; the demon needed no command before taking Iruma’s fingers into his mouth and sucking, the warmth of his tongue gliding over his master's fingers and cleaning them diligently.
The feeling of Asmodeus’ warm mouth wrapped around his fingers was all the additional stimulation Iruma needed to reach his limit, and he came with a drawn out groan, fucking into Asmodeus a few more times as his climax wracked his body.
Asmodeus was as thrilled as ever to feel his master’s spend painting his insides, and was even more pleased when Iruma conjured up a plug with a rosey gem to stuff him with. It replaced Iruma’s cock with ease, trapping the evidence of their coupling inside of Asmodeus for however long his master deemed fit.
At last Asmodeus was prompted to turn around and Iruma pulled him into another deep kiss. Iruma’s hands squeezed at his ass before pulling one of his cheeks to the side so he could tap at the glittering gem decorating the plug inside Asmodeus. "For you to think of me as you go about the rest of your duties, my love."
"I wouldn't have it any other way my lord.”
