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Hello friends, old and new! I bring you more delicious demon sex and breeding... And of course along with that, I bring you demon dick >> HERE<< Although, he is of course in his true form here, so it will look a little different again, but I might add that later!
as well as some more little arty bits, like Satan's >>True Form<< in my headcanon, I always love the thought of the boys having a monstrous/bestial form.
The classes were long today, the professor droning on about the finer points of flight and how wings had influenced the spread of civilization in the Devildom. Many students were shocked when you reminded them that humans did not, in fact, have wings, but the domestication of horses is instead what drove the globalisation of the species. That had turned into a whole session explaining what horses were, and that although they looked sort of like Devildom unicorns, they were not bloodthirsty, wild beasts and wouldn’t gore you because they had no horn. You were so glad when the bell heralded the end of class, and thus the end of the day, dragging your tired feet out to meet Satan in the courtyard at the front of RAD. It was his turn to walk you home and spend time with you, the highly-demanded exchange student… Although you were more than that to him, and he to you.
And tonight was date night, at least before Asmo dragged the house out to the fall for Asmo Night as he did.
So it was that you walked home, pressing playful jabs at the Avatar of Wrath whilst he quoted soppy poetry at you, never letting go of your intertwined fingers for a moment whilst he did. Gesticulating like a flamboyant Shakespeare play, he dropped to a knee, his hand wide and open before he drew it to his chest, gazing up at you with eyes like the deep sea - dark and turbulent, but beautiful nonetheless.
“She walks in beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright…” He began, grinning at you wickedly, his sharp fangs flashing in the moonlight, far from the view of any others. You loved it when he got like this - a big goofy idiot really.
“Meet in her aspect and her eyes,” You finished, “Byron’s poetry is beautiful, but a little common don’t you think?” Not that you’d ever complain - it was like a fairy tale really, having a powerful demon lord at your feet quoting ancient rhymes about love. He looked thoughtful for a moment, pursing those full lips that you longed to plant kisses on before starting another verse.
“Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.”
You took a moment, watching as he stood and began walking with you once more, letting you swing his hand as you did, a soft smile on his face. “That’s… Marvell? Hardly a love poem though, I’m fairly certain he’s trying to persuade his lady love to have sex with him,” A laugh escaped you and you challenged him with a raised eyebrow, “Is that what you’re hoping for, Satan?”
The reaction was instantaneous, the bold fourth born exchanged for a blushing mess, stuttering out his denial, and you only laughed harder. So intent on being a gentleman he was, that he had suggested you wait until you had been dating for at least a month or two, and had seen his wrath in action before consummating your relationship. In his own words, he ‘wanted you to know what you were getting into.’ Despite knowing and hearing about his (in)famous temper tantrums, you had yet to see one, blessed to only have seen the sweetest sides of your mischievous boyfriend, or his sly little curses and tricks towards Lucifer. In truth he was perfect. And tonight would be even better.
Half an hour later saw you both in the music room, with a gentle piano melody playing in the background whilst you were splayed out across Satan's chest. Fingers plucking at the threads of his cardigan whilst he read to you. You weren’t paying attention to the words but rather, the sound of his voice, the deep ba-dum, ba-dum of his heart below your ear, and taking in the scent of him, like spring grass… Drifting off on top of him, you let him lull you to sleep to the flowing lines of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. It was only when he gently shook you that you awakened with a drowsy smile, warmed by his body heat and rousing to his guarded smile.
“Asmo is here to dress you up for your night out tonight.” He huffed, nuzzling into your hair and rubbing his cheek against you - scenting you, your brain helpfully supplied, “I’ll ready myself whilst he’s hogging your attention, and I’ll see you there.”
With that, you were whirled away by a tornado of pink, prattling on about shades of makeup that would suit your complexion whilst you peered backwards towards the Avatar of Wrath with a look that screamed “Save me.”
The bar was crowded, and Asmo was already thoroughly sloshed - courtesy of his hoarders of fans who were more than happy to provide. You had a sneaky suspicion that it wasn’t just alcohol they were providing, given the dreamy, blown pupils of Asmo’s eyes but Lucifer took you aside and shook his head.
“He’ll be fine, he would have known exactly what was in his drink when it was given to him.” The eldest looked around the bar as his brother was swept away in a sea of camera clicks and flashes, “Asmo is more than capable of dealing with it himself, he may not be back for a day or two though.”
Lucifer’s words did nothing to ease your tension - the same tension that had been building since Satan had apparently decided not to show up for the night, or dance with you as promised. No stranger to the club scene, your boyfriend was usually found chatting to the most interesting characters in the room, warding off potential partners and interlopers alike with a baring of long fangs. Looking around the crowded club, you looked for your favourite brother, but still, his blonde head evaded you, and Lucifer cocked his head at you. Clearly, he had noticed something was wrong.
“Satan had… Something come up,” He cleared his throat uncomfortably, “However, he said you should enjoy your night.” But you were already walking towards the exit, the eldest in tow. You were only human, and to be protected, even if that meant leaving Asmo to the hordes to ensure your safety on the walk home - Diavolo would never forgive him should something happen to the exchange student… Nor would his brothers.
The cool air hit outside, and you were glad to have brought your coat, though it did nothing for the vast swathes of leg that Asmodeus had insisted be on show for the night. Your D.D.D. had been silent for most of the night, only pinging briefly as you had your first drink, as Levi asked you where you had left the borrowed anime DVDs you had pinched from him. No messages, no apologies from your partner, only radio silence that hurt more than his lack of showing up… Oh well. Looping your arm through Lucifers, you let him lead you to the shortcut through the woods behind town that led almost directly to the House of Lamentation. It was still a thirty-minute walk roughly, but much better than the hour that the main roads took, and nobody would bother you if you were with Pride, nobody would dare challenge him.
Chills hit you as soon as you were deep into the woods. Maybe halfway home, there was a breeze that accompanied the sharp smell of brimstone and an acrid burning, Lucifer tensing beneath you as he picked up the pace minutely. It was something that you wouldn’t have noticed were you not well-acquainted with him, and it worried you. If there was something enough to worry Lucifer, then that was something to worry the fragile human that accompanied him. The scent seemed to draw closer, drifting almost lazily in circles around you, then fluttered away. Emerald flames flickered in the edge of your vision, and immediately the demon beside you took point, holding you behind him as your eyes searched the path ahead, only for something monstrous to edge out into your sight.
“Do you remember when we had our discussion earlier this month about… Demon rut?” Lucifer breathed, feeling your confused nod against his back as his wings sprung forth, the feathers soft and solid beneath your hands, “I need you to remember that he won’t hurt you, you’re his mate.”
It all clicked into place. The reason why Satan hadn’t come to the club, and what that creature was in front of you both. That wasn’t just any Devildom monster, that was Satan.
“I will get him under control, but I need you to return to the house quickly, and find Mammon and Leviathan. Together they should deter him from coming for you. Having his mate so close to him constantly has triggered his rut, and being without you when it hit has turned him to this.”
“That… That’s Satan. But we haven’t even…” You stuttered, watching as the thing stepped closer. It - he - wasn’t quite bipedal or quadrupedal… Instead, it walked on two clawed feet, the curved nails digging channels in the dirt as he moved forward. Its forelegs, or arms, had positively terrifying claws, big blades that occasionally dragged across the ground themself. There were no wonderfully kissable lips anymore, but something that looked close to a horse skull, but with the bared teeth of something predatory, down to the long fangs extending across the jawbone either way and alongside his usual horns, an additional spike rose from his forehead. A Unicorn. No wonder your classmates had been so horrified when they discovered humans rode horses if unicorns looked anything like this. Green pulsing markings along his side thrummed in time with his breath, the same acid-coloured breath heaving out of his bony jaws with each exhale, his long, heavy tail thumping against the ground as he approached. It was still your Satan in there somewhere, in those big eyes like the ocean, the pale-slitted pupil tracking your movements before looking to your guardian and releasing a deep gurgling snarl with another huff of smoke.
Lucifer tensed, holding his breath and cursing in Infernal under his breath, “You’re his mate, and you smell of another demon, one he notably despises. When he lunges for us, I need you to run , and under no circumstances must you stop until you are safely in the house.”
“But Lucif---”
“ Run. ”
Satan’s enormous form leapt, far quicker than its size should allow, the whip-crack of his armoured tail passing just over your head as Lucifer pushed you beneath the monster attacking him. Catching your balance, you shot towards the house, hearing a baying howl behind you alongside the clashing growls. Soft, loamy soil gave way beneath your feet and sent you into a tumble across the grass, catching sight of Satan pinning Lucifer to the ground, the bright tip of his tail arching over as if to… There was a wet punching sound as it reappeared through the other side of Lucifer and you screamed. Quite possibly the worst thing you could have done as the beast turned to you, ghostly orbs in the skull meeting yours as he clicked his fangs shut and moved towards you on all fours, slinking like an enormous cat would. Deep, earth-shaking rumbling was coming through him… He was purring at you, or at least the best, demonic version he could manage. A mane of soft gold ran down from his horn at the front to his shoulders, looking soft enough to run your fingers through and you unconsciously took a step closer. The purring took on a slightly higher, excited note, and your mind felt fuzzy momentarily. Another memory hit you, Asmo telling you that any Archdemon was capable of at least some form of persuasive powers, though his was the strongest, and most controllable.
Something inside the massive demon in front of you was calling to you, rumbling with thoughts of safety, or affection, despite what he had just done to his brother. Letting your eyes flicker away from Satan, you watched Lucifer drawing deep - if a little hoarse - breaths. Good, he wasn’t dead, and you knew from many talks with them, that he would survive and heal. You just had to get Satan away from him so he couldn’t cause any more or any lasting damage.
Lucifer's words came to mind, and you finally did as you should have when he told you the first time. You ran.
It took only a second for the feral snarl to echo through the woods, followed by a howl and the chase was on. In no time at all he had caught you, tripping you and sending you sprawling down whilst he loomed above, claws raking the ground to either side of you as his hot breath steamed across your face. Panic set in and you flipped, scrambling forward to the feel of belly scales against your back and a chittering laughter that sent chills through your spine. Would he kill you tonight? Would you spend any more nights curled in front of the fire with the lovely fourth-born, discussing fantasy worlds, or what your favourite food would have been from Medieval times? Fear threw your legs through the forest faster, the chase seeming to end as you shot into the clearing. The house was still ten minutes off at a walk, you could do it in half that across the deeper ground scattered with the Devildom equivalent of pine needles. Too slippery to keep up at a sprint, you’d be as likely to slip and break a leg as to let him catch you.
A large boulder was your temporary refuge as you heard the beast enter the clearing, large feet squelching on the soft forest floor as it snuffled and kept moving. Given that he had no nose in this form, was it possible that he couldn’t smell you either? Small miracles. As the sounds faded into the background, you made an error of judgement. All those nights you had spent screaming at horror movies and the idiot characters, you rose up to look over the top of the stone, only to be met with the emptiness of the clearing. It was when you turned around that Satan stood there, staring down the naked nasal bone at you. A squeak was all that escaped this time as he boxed you in, jagged teeth only inches from your face as his jaw hinged open.
Lucifer you lying bastard, you said he wouldn’t hurt me…
But no pain came, the heaving breath stayed still there. Until something warm and slippery slid across your face. A tongue. Wet and as luminous green as other parts of him, the muscle tasted your cheek, sliding down to your neck as those deadly teeth brushed against the pulse point. Another tremor ran through your body, not one of fear this time, but the same feeling that so often shocked you when Satan had his mouth against your throat, peppering kisses on your flesh. Despite the lack of a snout, Satan’s chest expanded and he let out a trill - one that was common when heated kisses became fumbling gropes… He knew you, and even in this monstrous form, he was so careful, so affectionate.
“Satan?” You whispered, still too scared to reach out, in case the demon snapped. Instead, the rumbling became louder, his claws on the rock on either side, hemming you in with nothing but stone and the hard wall of heavy belly scales that protected his softest parts. In fact, sparing a glance down - Nope! He definitely still had everything, and the bright ridges of his cock almost glowed in the darkness, flaring outwards as he continued to lap at you. Shuddering as one of those clawed hands looped beneath the neckline of your dress, he sliced the fabric right down the front, cooing softly as the bare skin of your belly was revealed to him, moving downwards to lave that in his saliva too. Whilst the fear still sat, acrid on the back of your tongue, the lust was rising now too though part of you questioned your own sanity as it did, another part arguing that this was your beautiful Satan, your wonderfully intelligent and cat-loving boyfriend. Not to mention that this felt dangerous, feral, out in the forest with something that would haunt nightmares if you didn’t know the soul behind the ghostly eyes.
Drawn from your thoughts with a soft gasp, your hands flew to the skull in front of you, taken aback as it felt warm, almost hot beneath your hands. The long tongue had dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, wriggling against your folds. Should you let him do this? Let him take you out here for the first time like a beast? Fog overtook your mind as the tip of the appendage found your clit, flicking over it with careful precision whilst the long tusk-like canines tucked under the waistband snapped your underwear free, leaving shreds of the fabric still hooked around them. You almost laugh at the absurdity of it until he moved lower, tasting the flow of wetness that had begun to spill forth, dipping just inside. Something akin to a groan left Satan and by the way he shuddered, he was obviously enjoying himself. A thick whump sounded as his cock twitched, meeting the heavy armour of his underbelly and his hips jerked forward before he took a deep breath and held still for just a moment.
“ Mate… ” The voice was strained and sounded like a crackling flame, “ Mine. Please.”
It was not a question, but a statement and you had a moment to catch your own breath before he was drowning you in sensations. That tongue was wicked, switching between lapping at your clit and entering deeply, finding that spongy place and thoroughly devouring you. Clutching at the mane and horns, you tugged him closer as the sensations built, flinching as you dragged his teeth against your skin, nicking the flesh with the razor edges, but the pleasure overrode any pain and the vibration of his loud purring threw you over the edge of your orgasm in no time at all. Clenching around him, you whined as he slowed his pace, easing you through until you were breathing heavily and leaning back against the rock for support.
Chuffing again, Satan’s great head moved towards your face, nuzzling carefully against your cheek with another purr - the gentle affection offset as his hips rutted against the air, closer now and rubbing against your thighs with each thrust.
“Okay, okay… I’m not sure how we do this, Satan,” He trilled again at his name and pulled back.
“ Turn. Turn around. ”
Doing as you were told, you pulled the remains of your coat and dress from your body and pillowed them on the rock, leaning across it and presenting yourself to him. Gulping you leaned forward, and you glimpsed the odd member protruding proudly from his sheath, with its ridged, segmented look. Each ridge had flared outwards when he seemed to brush against something he liked or scented your arousal. The blunt tip prodded your thighs as he mounted you from behind, claws once more set against the stone, as if he had shackled them there, lest he accidentally injure you with the bladed fingertips. The scales of his belly, whilst rough, were not enough to cause injury and - like his skull - seemed to exude heat, comforting against the coldness of the night breeze. Hips jerked forwards, smearing a trail of thick pre-cum along your legs and he growled deeply as you shifted to try and position him better as he rutted until the tip slid against your lips. With a deep grunt, his cock caught and bullied its way inside in a single push. All the breath was forced from your lungs as he filled you, almost to the point of bursting, and even when he froze to give you a second, those flares expanding and moving inside gave you no respite. On the other hand, the fluttering of him within began to turn the stretch pleasurable, rippling along your inner walls as though he was made for the sole purpose of pleasing you. His purring stuttered, his head coming down to rest the underside on your shoulder and the press of his fangs against you was a warning - stay still. After what seemed like forever, he began to move.
Like nothing you had ever felt before, powerful hips withdrew his length from you, leaving only the tip before he pushed back in. The inconsistent pulsing and spasming of the ridges brought even more sensations to this, turning your harsh whimpers into loud moans, and calls. Satan’s name rang out between the trees as he moved, forcing you to take his entirety. The more he thrust, the more you opened for him, easing the last of the tense stretch and allowing you to drown in the pleasure he could bring. So much to think about at once, the rough underbelly, the clap of his hips against your ass and the lashing of his tail behind you. Hot thighs enclosed you as he moved even closer, now curled over your back as the pressure in your abdomen began to build. With his claws, he was unable to help you along, and so you let your hand drift down, framing your entrance and feeling him moving inside you. Surprising pliant, he snarled as your fingers brushed against his armored-looking cock, moving to find your clit and strumming it softly. Before long, your inner walls began to tremble and grasp at the inhuman cock drilling into you, Satan’s growls becoming whines as his hips began to stutter, losing his rhythm. He was holding out for you, holding out to fill you, and you could hear words escaping him again, a steady hum of the same sound.
“ Breed. Breed. Breedbreedbreed.”
He was going to fill you, preparing to stuff you with as much of his hot, potent cum as you could hold, and you knew that nothing you said would stop his demon instincts from doing just that. You also knew that you didn’t want to stop him.
So there, under the pale moonlight, you screamed his name, your free hand clutching at the padded fabric below you, arching your back and letting your demon lover plunge himself to the base, howling out into the night as his ridges flared out for the last time, leaving the flood of his seed nowhere to go but forward. Your stomach warmed, heated from within by the sheer amount that he pumped inside you, panting as he all but collapsed over you. At last he took his hand from the rock, careful to keep his fingers straight as the warm leather of his palm found your stomach and held you tightly against him. Reaching up under his neck, you wove fingers into the silken hair that covered his sweaty neck, feeling more than hearing as he spoke to you in his own language, your heart warming as your belly had. Ever the romantic, Satan was loving you in his own way, even driven beastly by his rut, he comforted you.
Lucifer had taken his time to heal from the tail stabbed through his chest, his blood feeding the forest now. His first instinct was immediately to find you, following the mess of footsteps to where he believed you would run. But of course, you hadn’t made it home, the steps veering off course into the clearing, presumably in hopes of hiding from the beast that stalked you. Had you known that you had no chance of outrunning Satan whilst Lucifer was helpless and healing? Had you at least put up a fight that he could regale his other brothers with the tale of how you had fought til your last breath until you had been bred roughly to death? A howl of pleasure sounded nearby and he rushed towards it, only to skid to a stop as he took in the scene before him. There you were, bent over a substantial rock, up on your toes as the demon towered over you, handling you like glass as he snuffled at your hair and lazily pumped his hips. You were laughing, curling an arm under his neck to play with the blonde mane that draped on the other side. There was barely a mark on your body aside from the rash where his scales had abraded the skin a little, but nothing a little cream wouldn’t fix. Satan was curled protectively around you, murmuring Infernal to you, sweet songs of love that you would likely never understand, but would feel in your heart… With a soft smile, Lucifer turned from the scene, leaving the lovers to their moment and making his way to the house. How foolish he was to truly believe his brother would hurt you, you were nowhere safer than with your mate. He would hang you both from the chandelier later, once you had recovered from your mating.