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Law eyed the beings from where he sat on his balcony. He’s always loved the air all hallows eve brings. The delusional sense of happiness from children, the chants highest for witches, the night where creatures finally come to life to give Law some form of entertainment. It’s the same much like every year. From his high rise he can hear the joyful laughs, the playful screams, doorbells sounding and kids yelling out trick or treat.
Law’s been here quite some time to grow used to it, to not feel as if he’s being mocked. There have been countless countries and cities he’s lived in, and they all have been the same. There was a rumor in the past town he stayed in, before neighbors could start questioning his unageing, about a creature who comes forth on such a night. It interested Law enough to keep it in the back of his head, wondering what it could be.
Rummaging through old books told him nothing, gave him the same old warlocks and fae’s, sirens in human form, vampires lurking in the night. The ever interesting human to werewolf transformation. But tonight was no full moon, the sky was clear of any sphere, the only light coming was from the buildings and houses below. Law enjoyed it like this, keeping an eye out below him. The air is crisp, blowing in his hair and along his skin. A thought crosses his mind in gliding down to join the festivities, it’s been quite a while since he’s fed.
Humans are more enjoyable when they’re willing to give it up, and with his kind, they always are. But seeing as he doesn’t feel like getting dressed, sitting here will do just fine. Law conjures up a glass of red wine, humming as he takes a sip just as a blood curdling scream echoes in the air. The distance is far, a loud screech that won’t alert humans down below, but makes Law shiver.
Law listens intently, ears pointed in the direction it came, but it’s gone in just a second. A pity. Law huffs, drinking the alcohol in silence. It’s been quite boring lately, maybe Law should go back to Flevance, see if any of his clan has survived. The air was always too stuffy there, perhaps over the decades it got cleaner.
“Very interesting view you have.”
Law’s eyes widen, head whipping to where the new voice suddenly appeared. Law’s never been caught off guard, not once in his life, but he didn’t even sense the being coming. Law can’t even remain impassive, because once he catches a glimpse of the creature, his blood turns ice cold. Law doesn’t need research to know what’s standing in front of him, every inch of his soul senses the power he holds.
Standing nearly four heads taller than him with a tail that’s flicking in the air, practically the same height as him. Molten red eyes surrounded by eyelashes so blonde they could be white. Mouth outstretched into a grin, revealing sharp teeth. Pointed horns, and hoofed feet. Law drops to his knees immediately, ignoring the crash of glass to bow in respect.
“Thank you your majesty.” Law breathes.
A booming laugh sounds in the air, just as loud as that scream, and there’s no doubt he was the one behind it. Law has only heard tales from his ancestors, of the blonde demon who reigns supreme over their kind and others alike. Noble enough to even have the gods wavering and complacent. For that being to now be in front of him, has fear curling in the pit of his stomach.
“No need to be so formal little one.” He purrs.
He pats his head, and Law’s mind reels at the sheer size of it. Long nails scratch along his scalp as if in a soothing manner, but Law knows better than to let his guard down. It’s rare for a demon king to spawn in the human world, and alarm bells are ringing loud and clear in his ear.
“You may raise your head.”
Being given permission, Law allows his head to tip back, breath stuttering when a large thumb brushes over his bottom lip. That familiar pang of arousal hits him, not only because it’s in his nature, but because the king is now in human form. Still nearly as tall with claws cupping his cheeks, teeth sharp and eyes glittering, but less intimidating without the horns, tail and hooves. Now with black pants sitting low on his hips, muscles spread out under moonlight.
“You’re the first of your kind to ever step foot on my soil.”
Law’s heart drops.
“The barriers set in place make sure to not allow demonic creatures in, so as to not upset the balance.”
“I’m-“
“You don’t look all that strong, succubus.”
He tilts his head, and goosebumps flare on Law’s skin. He, in no short words, called Law weak, which he should be offended by. Law, however, keeps his mouth closed. The ancestors often said the heavenly demon has nails just as sharp as his tongue, quick to slice off another’s if they so much as spoke out of line.
“Though you must be something if you managed to sneak into one of my barriers,” he muses, “tell me, did you have help along the way? You may speak.”
“No your majesty.”
“Just you alone, hm?”
The way he stares down at him has a mixture of arousal and fear coursing through him, like he’s deciphering each and every memory of his to get to the truth. As if he senses the number of lives he’s taken all for the sense of pleasure, not only in his territory, but in others as well. That hand strokes over his throat, fingers thrumming on his cheek. The immense power he holds seeping through his touch, keeping Law immobilized.
“What an exquisite being.”
Law’s breath hitches when he dips down, close enough that those dizzying crimson eyes keep him hypnotized.
“I suppose there’s a way for you to make it up to me.”
The intentions are stated loud and clear, and every hole in Law’s body throbs at the prospect. He grins wickedly, sensing his growing lust. Had it been a human, they’d have to be lured along by aphrodisiacs, but with another of his kind- much higher in authority- it’s no doubt seeping out of his pores for him.
“Anything you want your majesty.”
“Doflamingo.” He corrects, the language set in a foreign tongue that’s been decades since he’s heard.
Law’s legs snap together, mouth parting while his eyes hood. To be given a king’s name is of high honor, one Law is not so sure he has earned with the life he has lived, but he takes it because he’s greedy by nature.
“Whatever pleases you, Doflamingo.”
Doflamingo only grins wider, using the grip he has on Law’s chin to drag him up. Law whines into the kiss, surprised that the teeth aren’t drawing blood, but are only a soft and addicting caress. Law moans, wanting to touch Doflamingo so badly, but he still holds back. This is the one who rules over hell, that could upset the balance this world holds with only a lift of his finger. Law treads lightly even though every natural instinct of his is begging to latch on and take.
Law stands on the tips of his toes, mind reeling because of the long tongue that licks deep in his mouth. Going further still, growing. Law’s past notion on not touching Doflamingo is but a lost thought once it slips into his throat. Law’s hands scramble to Doflamingo’s chest, thighs quivering. Had he been mortal, Law surely would have gone unconscious with the lack of air. But Doflamingo is knowing, slithering his tongue in deep and Law’s eyes roll closed.
A pathetic intake of air following once Doflamingo slides out of his throat. Law’s toes curl at the amount of spit that slaps on his chin, a strange sensation curling in the pit of his stomach. Law feels weak for once in his life, numb off the taste of Doflamingo and he’s hungry for more of it. Law’s eyelashes flutter to look up at him, mouth slack and dripping with saliva.
“So sweet darling,” Doflamingo rasps, “how many have come to their knees off the taste?”
Law’s jaw works open and closed, willing some form of thoughts into his mind. It’s hard when it’s this blank, the only thing on it is now feeding. But the order is clear, Doflamingo staring intently.
“Too many.”
“You’d be a dream in hell, I wouldn’t need anything to feast on with you by my side.”
The words send a jolt through Law, and his moan is out before he can stop it. Doflamingo grins, eyes glittering.
“Little succubus,” Doflamingo purrs, “would you like that?”
Law hasn’t even been close to being satisfied, but he knows without a doubt in his mind that Doflamingo will be enough to last him for a lifetime.
“Your majesty,” Law licks his lips, “I would love that.”
Law’s nails curl into Doflamingo’s skin when his arms wrap around him. The shift is one Law’s almost forgotten, the last time he was granted access to the underworld was when Boa started becoming suspicious of his actions. But that was cleared without hesitation, one that ended with her head thrown back in laughter. It’s not a pit of snakes, but a room fit for the ruler of hell. It’s spacious and dyed with royal blues and rich golds, and Law doesn’t get to see much else of it before Doflamingo’s shoving him into the bed.
He looks absolutely terrifying towering over him, lips still split in that grin, shadows playing off his face that proves he’s the devil himself. Doflamingo strokes his own chin playfully, eyes roaming over Law’s body. It’s not hard to tell how much Law’s loving the attention, he finds it no point in being clothed while at home, and tonight was no different. He could thank his past self for those actions.
Because when a large hand comes up to gently pry his leg apart, the evidence of what Doflamingo’s doing to him has those red eyes dilating. Doflamingo’s hand curls under his knee, keeping him presented while he licks his lips.
“A sight the gods couldn’t even pray to see.” Doflamingo murmurs, “let me get a taste of you.”
Law’s eyes widen when he’s easily flipped onto his stomach, sharp nails overlapping from where he’s tugged up. Law turns his head to get a glimpse of how massive Doflamingo is, but he’s already dipping down and his eyes are rolling. Doflamingo’s tongue is long, flat on his entrance, the tip tickling his clit. Slick pours out of him and Doflamingo’s groan is a rumble, pulling away with a lewd slurp.
“Fucking divine.”
Law swears he gets whiplash when he’s yanked around again, once more on his back, but this time with Doflamingo climbing up his body. If Law had the air to breathe, it’d be snatched out of his lungs seeing the way he’s being straddled. It’s not as if he’s never been in the position before, but now Doflamingo is naked, thick cock bouncing between powerful legs.
Law’s only taken one this size when he was bored, it was on a whim, conjuring materials to make a phallic big enough to satisfy him. Humans are only good for feeding, but lacking the something to make Law feel full, make him feel like it was the reason for him being created. Staring at Doflamingo’s cock makes his mouth water, salivating as he opens it.
“That’s a good little succubus.” Doflamingo praises, ruffling Law’s hair like a good pet.
And at this point, that just might be what he is. Law’s not expecting to leave out of here without having a mark of some sorts, whether it comes from teeth or fingers, blood or bruises.
“Let’s see if you’re worth keeping around.”
It could very well end in a permanent death if Law doesn’t make it good for Doflamingo. The thought shouldn’t thrill him, but it has Law lifting his head up. Doflamingo’s hand travels to the back of it, other hand gripping the base to trace it around Law’s lips. Law laps up the liquid, and the second he does, a jolt runs through his system. It’s not meant for feeding, but a powerful force that makes Law eager in swallowing more of it.
Law closes his mouth, moan delirious as he gulps it down, and his body runs hot. Can’t help but start bobbing enthusiastically, pouring slick on the bed because of how turned on he gets. Law hasn’t ever felt the power, hasn’t ever felt like he needed this just for the sake of needing it. Doflamingo starts rocking into him, and fuck that’s so much better. Law places his hands on Doflamingo’s thighs, barely able to get a good grip because of how big he is, but he works for it.
Law swallows more of Doflamingo down, uncaring that he doesn’t hear a sound. There’s no twitch to his hips or groans of pleasure. Law’s simply another being that’s willing to defile themselves for the sake of a king, and that’s just what he does. Makes his mouth wetter, hotter, tilts his head back and as soon as the tip nudges the back of his throat, Law’s toes are curling. It splits him euphorically, driving forward for more, and shuddering when his lips are wrapped around the base.
Law stays there for a split second, reveling in the sensation of how addicting Doflamingo’s cock is. He blinks his eyes open to stare up at Doflamingo, and the devil has his head tossed back, fingers curling in his hair to drag him off, thrusting in just as deep. Law swirls his tongue around his length, happy to have Doflamingo facefuck him. He looks incredibly sexy, abs rolling and tensing, driving in from root to tip because he knows Law can take it.
“That’s really good,” Doflamingo purrs, “keep doing that with your tongue.”
Doflamingo’s head rolls down, grinning at him.
“I enjoy seeing how you tease me,” Doflamingo’s hand flattens on the back of his head, “you’re a slick one, little succubus.”
The fact that Law was pouring out his aphrodisiacs without even realizing, because that’s just how lost he is in sucking Doflamingo off. He wants to tell him so, but Doflamingo’s suddenly shoving his head flat on the bed, hands settled above him. Law’s fly to the front of Doflamingo’s thighs, legs snapping together when he starts pistoling in his mouth. It’s the roughest Law’s throat has ever been used, and he loves it.
Law grows wetter than ever before, snapping his legs together and moaning. Every noise he makes comes out gurgled, eyes staying stuck behind his sockets. Law wants to reach a hand down and fuck himself, get off on the way he’s being treated. But the sheer force of Doflamingo keeps him immobilized, the air clouded with the order to obey. Thick spurts of precome line Law’s tongue and he flicks it around, staring up at Doflamingo who has his eyes closed.
Law chooses the moment Doflamingo’s tip is resting on his lips to open his mouth wide, curling his tongue around the length of his cock, and his hips stutter. Law retracts it, bobbing his head and repeating the motion every time he gets to the head, and Doflamingo’s hand flies to his, nails cutting into his scalp. That gets the demon weak, Law would smirk if he could but he keeps that victory to himself because Doflamingo’s pulling back.
A flurry of motions that end up with Law seated in Doflamingo’s lap, hand curled around his throat. Law wants to grin at him, give him that same smugness, and his dark expression fades in an instant. Doflamingo going from menacing to laughing in amusement. Law’s got no idea what pissed him off in the first place, but he won’t question it when Doflamingo grabs his ass.
“You’re a little minx,” Doflamingo muses, moving Law so that his cock is now resting between his legs, “what other tricks are you hiding from me?”
The fact that Doflamingo seems to be in a playful mood spurs Law on. He smirks as he throws his arms over his shoulder, body stretched out because of the height.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Law purrs.
Doflamingo’s eyes, quite literally, light up. They turn into a bright shade of red that reminds Law of the flames that lick this ground. Doflamingo lifts him up with one hand, and anticipation thrums through Law, keeping eye contact once the tip presses in. Law moans as Doflamingo slowly drops him, stretching him out, and slick floods out of him. Doflamingo curses under his breath, and Law tries to control it.
The very first time Law fed, he lost control of himself, and it was only with the help of Alber that he didn’t fall out completely. He taught him not only how to reign it in, but also pour it out in that way to make one delirious. That one is not supposed to be Law at this point, his body feels like it’s burning up from the inside out. Not even realizing he’s slumped and shaking until Doflamingo’s pulling him up by his hair, and drool is leaking down his chin. Doflamingo looks worried, if Law had to guess, but the only thing on his mind is why in the fuck did he stop.
“You okay little one?” Doflamingo’s voice is grounding, paused halfway.
Law’s cunt throbs insistently, nodding his head.
“I need words,” Doflamingo warns, “control yourself.”
It’s an order that rings through Law, and does the complete opposite of what he’s sure it was supposed to. Law’s entire body tenses, nails scratching at Doflamingo’s back when he orgasms. That rough timbre of his voice, the way his fat cock jumps inside of him. Law smiles in a daze, sinking down further, but Doflamingo’s right there gripping his waist. What was bliss, turns into irritation when Doflamingo’s cock pops out of him, and Law’s eyes narrow.
“Don’t take what’s mine.” Law snaps, reaching around for Doflamingo’s cock.
There’s shock, Law thinks, or he could be on the verge of slicing his throat open. Law would die happily right now, dropping down on Doflamingo’s cock that gives life to him. Law’s hands slip to his chest, using the strength he’s finely honed to keep hidden, to shove Doflamingo down. He falls with a light gasp, and Law fucking takes. Delirious as he bounces on his cock, so good he can taste him on his tongue.
“So fucking good,” Law moans, chin falling to his chest, “so big, so thick, god Doflamingo.”
It’s too much yet not enough, Law trying to sink deeper, grind faster. He needs it, needs all of it to be filled up in him. Law’s head grows dizzy, twitching hard every time he’s settled at the base, moaning over and over again until he spasms. He can feel a hand overlapping him, one skimming up his chest, and when it curls around his throat, Law’s back arches. He settles fully on his lap, walls pulsating around Doflamingo’s cock because of his orgasm.
Law doesn’t even recognize his own voice, it’s loud and shrill, slick spilling out of him. It’s the hardest he’s ever came in his life, and he doesn’t have time to bask in it because that hand is tight on his throat now. Law’s eyes fly open, fear coiling in his stomach because Doflamingo’s eyes are bloodshot red, rimmed black.
“What gave you the impression you could give me orders,” Doflamingo’s voice is low and calculated, and Law’s shivering for a whole new reason, “to toss me around like I’m some lowly being.”
Doflamingo uses the leverage on Law’s throat to bring them nose to nose.
“Do you look at me as some insignificant human?”
Law tries to shake his head, but Doflamingo’s near crushing, and tears pool at the corners of his eyes.
“A slut like you could be passed around down here like those two dollar whores that roam your world,” Doflamingo spits out, the air shaking with his rage, “the last one that lived to give me orders, died the very second it left their mouth.”
And Law believes him entirely, all it would take is one last curl of his hand, for his fingers to tighten, and he’d be nothing but a memory. He’d have accepted it, would even apologize right now if he could. But instead of blackness, Law’s throat is released. He searches Doflamingo’s eyes, but before he can overthink or apologize, the shift happens quick. Law’s mouth parting when Doflamingo flips their position, heavy weight keeping him pinned to the bed. And it terrifies him more now, with Doflamingo’s grin being maniacal.
“I guess I should be honored,” Doflamingo sighs, running a finger down his jawline, “I’ve only heard a tale once before of a succubus losing control.”
When Law was younger, Alber told him the same thing, which is why he taught him to make sure it never happened. It did, when Law first got pleasure from him. Doflamingo grips both of his wrists, thrusting them up the bed with a smile that could wither even the mightiest of demons.
“Would you like to see how a devil gains their revenge?”
Law’s eyes widen, Doflamingo sounds eager. He’s crowding in closer, knees powerful in spreading his legs wide. Pleasure courses through his veins, a mixture of fear because of what this devil could really do to him, and he’s letting it be done willingly.
“If that’s what pleases you.”
The slap is quick, Law’s head knocking off to the side because of it. The size of Doflamingo’s hand covering the entirety of his face, the pain searing into his skin. Law melts, moaning besides himself.
“How do you address me.”
Law licks his lips, looking back to Doflamingo.
“If that’s what pleases you, your majesty.”
Doflamingo grins, holding his wrists to the bed while he slides his thighs under Law’s. And Law knows it’s coming, Doflamingo isn’t giving him any warning yet he’s showing it all the same. He can feel his hips pulling back, large cock slipping between his folds to get to his cunt. His grip is crushing when he slides in, one swift thrust that makes Law’s eyes roll back. Walls gripping because of the quick pace, Doflamingo not taking his time in fucking into him hard and fast.
Law cries throughout it all, loud wails that have never been pulled out of him before. A long tongue unfurls in his slack mouth, Doflamingo’s warm and sweet, slithering into his throat. Law jolts hard because of the taste, the pang of it sending a surge to his clit. Doflamingo is pouring his arousal into him, seeping off his tongue that slips out. Entering his veins, making him shake and sob underneath him.
The swell of his tummy, Doflamingo’s cock rearranging insides to make room. Law’s mouth hangs open, eyes rolling with every push and pull. Doflamingo grunts every time his hips smack into Law, fat balls slapping on his ass in tandem. Law reaches his peak once it feels like Doflamingo starts growing larger, pressing and rubbing along sensitive walls. The pleasure of when he falls into it is pure ecstasy, milking him of his energy. Doflamingo’s groan is pure bliss, wrists now released only for them to shove his knees to the bed, pounding in harder.
“You’re such a good slut,” Doflamingo pants, “been a while since I’ve felt something worthwhile.”
The praise could bring a flush to his skin, opening his eyes and almost doing a double take. Doflamingo’s are a stark blue, for the first time since them meeting, he looks to be in pure bliss. Slick splatters between them, Law growing wetter bringing a king to this state. Doflamingo’s nostrils flare, pulling all the way out and slamming balls deep.
“Need more.” Doflamingo grunts, emptying out of Law.
Law’s body is floaty, the ache so pleasurable, made better when he’s flipped onto his stomach.
“Show me how you like to be bred.” Doflamingo’s voice oozes authority, grabbing his ass to get him going.
Law’s legs are shaky spreading them, wide enough to almost be in a half split, chest sinking onto the bed to arch his back properly. Law’s throbbing reaching his hands out to curl his fingers into the sheets, turning his head to look up at Doflamingo. It’s a position Law is well acquainted with, his favorite even, but this is for Doflamingo. Law tries to arch further, dip his back so his ass is lifted high in presentation.
“Like this your majesty,” Law breathes, “I’ll be like this only for you.”
Law can feel how he slicks himself, wetness slipping between his folds and dripping off his cunt. Doflamingo practically growls, nails cutting into his skin from how he grips his hips. Law’s mouth drops open when he slams in, the pace brutal and divine. Doflamingo’s sweltering all around him, energy cackling in the air. Law’s toes curl, trying to keep up with it but it’s so fucking much.
Not only the rough fucking, but Doflamingo’s presence. Law can feel the shift from him, a change in position as if Doflamingo is hiking on his feet to slam in faster. The angle dead set on Law’s sweet spot, and this time there’s no denying he’s swelling. There’s a bulb that catches on his cunt every time, shivers spreading over his body when it enters him over and over again.
Law snatches at the sheets, throat raspy from how hard he’s screaming. Doflamingo plants a foot on the bed, and Law almost loses it seeing its hooved. Doflamingo changing forms just to fuck him deeper. A foreign sensation squeezes in the pit of his stomach, trying to rock back as if that’ll ease the ache.
“Oh?”
Law hears it over the loud wet smacks, Doflamingo’s amused tone.
“What’s this we have here?” Doflamingo asks.
Law’s too cock drunk to realize what he’s talking about until his tail is gripped. Law’s eyes fly open, clit tingling and throat scratching. Law’s orgasm floods out of him. It’s been years since he’s taken his natural form, and having it presented in front of Doflamingo’s presence. The touch is overwhelming. Doflamingo wrapping it around a strong fist and yanking it, fucking Law through his sudden release.
“You’re teetering on that edge little one.” Doflamingo teases.
Law wailing when he’s snatched up by his horn, losing all sense of self completely. Doflamingo drags him back, keeps a tight lock on him, using it as leverage to bounce Law on and off his cock.
“Will it be the wings next?” Doflamingo whispers darkly.
Law shivers down to his toes, a gasp being forced out of him because he’s now being hauled on his cock. Doflamingo driving up every time he’s yanking Law down, and his tongue falls out of his mouth. Law could laugh in ecstasy, staring in a daze at Doflamingo when he’s guided to his chest.
“This is the form you should be in when getting fucked by your creator,” Doflamingo angles Law’s head to the side, “showing thanks to your god.”
Doflamingo bites down on Law’s throat, and his wings twitch and flutter between them. It’s a claim, Doflamingo’s mere essence flowing into him, and Law swears he feels a pulse. A tiny jump that makes him float if not for the hands that clamp around his waist, hauling him back down. His existence meant nothing until this moment, having Doflamingo brand him. Law trembling to the bed when teeth unlatch, spilling drool onto it.
“A gift, for you, Law.”
Law can’t comprehend the meaning of life. All he knows is that Doflamingo’s driving him off his knees with each powerful thrust. And the second his knot catches and stuffs into him, Law’s falling right along with Doflamingo. Warm hot seed that makes Law’s mouth water, stirs vitality deep in his core that makes him black out for a second.
The only thing that brings Law down from his high is Doflamingo flipping them to their sides. Both of them locked together in a way Law’s never experienced. It makes Law feel crazier, his body too out of whack to even consume it. Doflamingo’s load just sits in Law’s belly, bulged because of it.
Doflamingo nuzzles the mark, lapping away blood that was no doubt left. Law’s sure it’s meant to be soothing, but it’s fucking with his head. Law’s usually satiated after being fed, but this wasn’t just being fed. He didn’t do this for himself alone, but to actually please someone else. It’s unsettling. Law wants more of it, more of this unnatural sensation.
“Do you have a lover in your realm?” Doflamingo’s baritone is soft and raspy, kissing his shoulder.
Law wasn’t aware he could make such a sweet gesture, but if the devil could coax an angel into falling, it doesn’t surprise him. Law shakes his head, clearing his throat.
“Too much of a hassle.” Law replies honestly.
“I see.” Doflamingo muses.
He lays a hand flat over his stomach, and Law swallows a groan not only because of how it overlaps, but his belly is full and swelled.
“You know what this means, right?” Doflamingo suddenly sounds darker.
Law’s weak in turning his head, those shadows casted once more, eyes crimson like the air soaked around them.
“Yes, Doflamingo.”
It was set in stone the second Doflamingo latched his teeth on Law. There wasn’t any rejection from Law, not from the beginning, if he’s being entirely honest.
“You will be the only one to bear my heirs.”
“I won’t only be your property.”
Doflamingo’s teeth grit, but if he’s here now, Law’s going to speak his mind. He’s never been owned a day in his life, and he’s willing to make that sacrifice for his king. But he won’t roll belly down, Law can be just as powerful if he puts his mind to it. Doflamingo will, one day, wear his mark.
“You think I can be possessed.” Doflamingo asks, voice full of mockery.
“Just wait until the day comes.”
Doflamingo’s eyes actually widen, the shock wearing off into him barking out a laugh, pulling Law closer.
“I just might come to believe you.”