(If I Could) I'd Give You My Forever

by holymolyrolypolycannoli

Summary:

[On hiatus. Will be back sometime in 2025]

Out of all the humans in the world, YOU got summoned to be the future wife of Lord Diavolo; however, placing you in a house with seven gorgeous demon brothers ended up complicating matters. You're supposed to be queen someday, but ended up falling in love with the Avatar of Greed himself.

Chaos absolutely ensues.

Mind the tags - they'll be updated as the story progresses.

Chapter 1: Prologue

You felt so light, floating through the darkness. Where were you, though? What happened to you? Everything was so dark.  

Just as you were processing your surroundings (or, perhaps, the lack thereof), you felt a surge of heat through your body.  You'd never been electrocuted before, but this felt on par with how you believed being struck by lightning would feel. 

The heat coursing through your body soon subsided and you found yourself staring at the ceiling of a large, poorly-lit room.  You blinked several times to alleviate the dryness of your eyes.  Glancing to the side, you saw through some cathedral-style windows that it appeared to be night.  You also noted below the windows that the only light in the dim room was coming from several candelabras on a long table that had several empty chairs neatly tucked in. 

"Give her a minute to come to her senses," a soothing voice near you said, "Summoning her probably took a lot out of her."  You turned your head in the direction of the voice and saw a pale and lean, albeit handsome, man with dark-to-light teal ombre hair staring in your direction.  He stood very rigid and proper, wearing a butler outfit.  The voice must've come from him. 

"This is a weird dream," you thought, closing your eyes, "I don't remember falling asleep, though."

"It'll probably take a few minutes for her to adjust," a deeper voice said, "The atmosphere here is quite different from the human world."  Your eyes shot open and you had to twist your head to see where that voice came from.  There was a second man nearby, a black-haired man who was dressed more formally, in a suit with a fur-lined coat and... wait, were those red eyes that he had?  As he made eye contact with you, he gave you what you perceived to be an insincere smile. 

A third male voice, this one more jovial than the others, said, "Well, the important thing is that she's here now!"  Something about his voice actually sounded fun and welcoming.  You had to turn your head in the other direction to see a tan man with reddish hair and a long red double-breasted jacket.  This man gave you a genuine smile, which you returned. 

Hmm... three very well-dressed, good-looking men standing around you while you're helpless on the floor?  "Wait a minute," you thought, "I must've fallen asleep watching PornHub.  That's gotta be it."

They heard you speak for the first time as you looked back up at the ceiling and cooed, "Mmm... I'm not interested right now.  I already took care of myself earlier, but thanks for the offer."  You closed your eyes in an attempt to wake up, but heard the man in the red jacket say, "Well... we summoned you specifically.  We do understand that you'll undoubtedly need time to adjust to this situation; however, it is important for us to get you to your living quarters."

You immediately sat up and looked at each of the three men in the room with you.  "I dunno what you have planned," you began, "and I don't give a fuck how hot the three of you are, I'll fuck all y'all up!"

The three men looked completely shocked at your tone and choice of words. "I highly doubt that," the black-haired man said, his tone having turned quite snarky.  He crossed his arms and scowled.  The other two men seemed okay, but something about that one got under your skin. 

"Lucifer," the red-haired man said, turning to the black-haired man, "you know who would make a great guardian for her?  Mammon.  Give him a call and tell him to come here immediately."

Lucifer?  Yeah, that snooty bitch looks like a Lucifer.   And why isn't this dream ending yet?

"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer said, blatantly apprehensive, "I don't know that my brother would be a good guardian for anyone.  He can barely take care of himself."  Lord Diavolo returned with, "Nonsense.  You'll be too busy and he is the second-born, after all.  After my first impression of her, I feel like the two of them would get along well.  Now, call him and we'll go over some things with our new guest while we wait for him."  Lucifer shook his head, pulled a phone out of his coat pocket, and walked to the other side of the large room to call whoever this "Mammon" was. 

While Lucifer was on the phone, the man called Lord Diavolo walked toward you.  He offered his hand to you to help you stand up and said, "We've much to discuss, dear."

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You sat in one of the seats at the long table in what was revealed to be the student council room with Lord Diavolo, the ruler of all demons and the future king of the Devildom; Lucifer, a fallen angel and Lord Diavolo's right-hand man; and Barbatos, a servant of Lord Diavolo.  You had just been delivered the news that you were summoned via a spell that sought a female of sound mind and body, who was descended from a royal lineage in the human world, and who had an equal balance of moral characteristics indicative of humankind.  You were blessed with major bouts of depression and didn't exactly have the best figure, so "sound mind and body" didn't make sense. The royal lineage thing probably had to do with that sultan from the Ottoman Empire you were related to, but he lived all the way back in the 1800s; surely, there was someone with a stronger royal connection than you.  And moral characteristics?  What even was that? Regardless, most of this made no sense and you still weren't quite sure you were even awake.  

"Look," you began, holding a cup of tea that Barbatos had given you, "I'm so far distanced from what you're looking for.  I don't think you summoned the right one."  Lord Diavolo and Lucifer looked in the direction of Barbatos, who calmly said, "Rest assured, there was no error in the spell.  Y/N is the correct human."  You sipped the tea and asked, "The correct human?  For... what?"

Lucifer looked at you sternly and said, "The human that has been chosen to be the future bride of Lord Diavolo and the future queen of the Devildom."  

Excuse me?

"S-so, you're having me marry this man now?"

Lucifer sighed, closed his eyes tightly, and pinched the bridge of his nose.  "Not right this minute, Y/N," he explained, "but you will be courting him in secret until such time that the engagement can be properly announced."

You had barely wrapped your mind around being told you were picked to be the future queen of this Devildom place when the door to the student council room swung open.  A demon wearing a brown and white leather jacket, jeans, and boots strutted in the room. 

"A'ight, ya called THE Great Mammon to guard a human. Where's the human?"

Chapter 2: I Can't Wait to Get to Know You

Summary:

Mammon gives you an introduction to the Devildom and the House of Lamentation.

Notes:

No TW/CW here.

If you're here for the smut (I know you are - don't lie to me), it'll begin within the next couple of chapters.

transplant:
verb
trans·plant ˌtran(t)s-ˈplant
: to remove from one place or context and settle or introduce elsewhere

"A'ight, ya called THE Great Mammon to guard a human. Where's the human?"

Wait... were all demons hot?

Mammon, however, seemed more human than the three demons you'd already met. He had a casual demeanor and his smooth tan skin was such a beautiful contrast to his messy white hair.

Lucifer rose from his seat and turned in the direction of Mammon, unmistakable contempt on his face. "If by 'the human' you're referring to Diavolo's future wife, our future queen--" Lucifer firmly raised his arm, gesturing to you "-- she's right here."

Mammon appeared to take note of you for the first time. There was something about him that you couldn't quite place your finger on. He seemed abrasive and a little rude, but you couldn't help but feel--

"Look, Lucifer" Mammon said, his glance shooting from you to Lucifer, "Ya know I don't even like humans. I'm only gonna do this cuz I'm not tryna get strung up from the ceiling." Diavolo rose from his seat and said, "Thank you, Mammon! I'm going to trust you to introduce her to all of your brothers and get her ready for classes. She'll start with all of you when classes resume in a couple of weeks."

Wait... classes?

"A'ight, let's go, human."

Lucifer reprimanded him, "Her name is Y/N. Refer to her by her proper name." Mammon rolled his eyes and then looked back at you, "Oi, a'ight, huma-- I mean, Y/N, let's go."

You slowly stood up and looked over at Lucifer, "Wait, did you guys summon my purse? Or any of my things? A phone? A wallet? Something?" He smirked and said, "We'll work on transitioning some of your belongings from the human world. For now, we'll provide you with new clothes, a new phone, and other belongings." You shrugged and said, "Oh... okay. That's fine, I guess."

Diavolo stepped over to you and took your hand in his. "It's been nice to meet you, Y/N," he said, bringing the back of your hand to his lips for a kiss, "I can't wait to get to know you." "It's nice to meet you, too, Lord Diavolo," you said.

As you and Mammon left the school, you observed that this world you were in wasn't entirely different from the human world. The streets were bustling with what you assumed to be demons. There were only a few that were walking around with tails and wings exposed; the rest looked very human-like. You also noted that it was completely dark out. What time even was it?

Mammon became more chatty as the two of you walked, "So, I dunno what ya know about any of this. You're apparently comin' to live with me and my brothers for a while so you can go to classes or whatever. If anyone asks, you're an exchange student. Your relationship or whatever with Lord Diavolo ain't s'pposed to be public info yet. But... where'd ya even come from, human? I mean, Y/N." You shrugged and said, "I was summoned. I'm still not processing what's happening here. You prolly know more about this than I even do. I think they got the wrong person for the job, demon. I mean, Mammon."

Mammon quirked an eyebrow at your imitation of his words. However, he just continued talking and filled you in that you'd be going to school at the building you had just left; Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD. During that time, you'd be staying in the House of Lamentation with him and his brothers. "They ain't told me a whole lot about why you're gonna take classes or why you're gonna be stayin' with us instead of in the castle," Mammon said, "Not that I care, or anythin'. Just wanted to let ya know that I dunno."

"I see. So, who is it that I'll be living with again?"

Mammon perked up and began telling you about his brothers. Once he'd named each brother, told you the sin that they were the avatar of, and a little about them, he said, "I don't think any of 'em like humans that much, 'specially not Belphie. But, don't get on any of 'em's bad side or they might eat ya."

Before you could even get him to elaborate, he said, "A'ight, we're here. Just, umm... how 'bout ya just stay close to me. I'll try to keep 'em from eatin' ya." The two of you walked toward an elaborate Gothic mansion. "Wow! That looks beautiful," you said,
"A-and this is where you live?"

"Yup."

"So, I get to live HERE?"

"Uh-huh. For now, at least. Remember," Mammon said, gently grabbing your hand, "stay close to me."

As you entered the house with Mammon, one of his brothers was waiting nearby. He was a dainty man with a white jacket, loose black scarf, and brown pants. His short, flowy hair reminded you of light rosè champagne. His peach-colored eyes looked you over briefly before he said, "I've been waiting for you two! When I heard that Lord Diavolo picked him--" the brother gestured to Mammon "--I was appalled. I'm clearly a better option. You need someone BEAUTIFUL to show you the ropes here, not that ragamuffin, Mammon."

"Asmo, I'm still here," Mammon yelled, tightening his grip on your hand.

"Hmph," Asmo snorted, giving Mammon an indignant look, "I said what I said!"

Asmo, from what Mammon told you on the way to the house, was the Avatar of Lust and his narcissism and shallowness became very apparent when he circled around you and looked you over. "She's beautiful, but I thought someone much younger would have been summoned for this," Asmo pondered out loud.

How old did he think I... WAIT! Was... was that a read? Did a literal fucking demon just give you a read about your appearance?!

Mammon interrupted your train of thought, "Y'know what? I think I'm gonna show Y/N to her room." He pulled your hand and the two of you headed away from the front hall. You heard a little giggle from Asmo as he said, "See you later, Y/N."

Mammon walked you to another room on the first floor and explained that your room has some clothes and things for your stay. He opened the door and you were introduced to a room with a small bed with a literal tree above it with lights, among other typical furniture. "Wow," you said as the two of you walked in, "Does everyone have a tree in their room? That's wild. I like it!" You glanced in Mammon's direction to see him quickly change his expression; however, you could most definitely tell he'd been smiling at you. "Uh... umm, n-no. Yours is the only one with a tree above the bed," he said, "and ya got your own bathroom, too, so ya don't have to worry about using the bathroom we have to share."

"That's cool. It's late, though. Am I gonna meet any of your other brothers tonight?"

"Tonight? It's not... it's... OH! They prolly didn't tell ya that it's always dark. It's actually just about time for lunch, so you'll prolly meet some of 'em in a lil bit."

"You're telling me there's no sunlight here?"

"Damn, they really did put this explainin' stuff on me, didn't they?"

"I guess so," you said, plopping down on the bed, "Ooh, this is actually really comfortable. Come sit over here and talk to me." You sat up and noticed a pink tint on Mammon's cheeks. "I'm not gonna eat you," you patted a spot next to you on the bed, "It's more comfortable than standing."

Mammon seemed almost reluctant to sit near you, but finally joined you on the bed. The two of you spent the better part of the next two hours talking about chores around the house, different restaurants and stores around town, the types of human world food that were available there, and what school would be like. The two of you concluded that the reasoning behind you going to school was probably to acclimate you to life in the Devildom.

"I guess we talked through lunch," you said to Mammon.

"My brothers can meet ya at dinner. I think Satan is cookin' tonight, but I'm on kitchen cleanin' duty. Maybe ya can join me? Not that it matters to me either way."

"Hmm. I think maybe I will help you with the kitchen tonight. Y'know, just so I can figure out where everything is in the kitchen."

"Sounds like a plan. Well, I got stuff to do. See ya later," Mammon hopped off the bed and headed back out of your room.

Yes, he would most definitely see you later.

Notes:

*adds a lil sprinkle of tsundere to Y/N*

Chapter 3: Let Her Play With The Demons

Summary:

You go to The Fall for the first time with Asmo, Mammon, and Satan.

Notes:

CW: Drinking and descriptions of the general drug use and semi-public sex happening in the club.

amplitude
noun
am·pli·tude ˈam-plə-ˌtüd  -ˌtyüd
: extent of dignity, excellence, or splendor

It took a couple of days, but you were able to meet all of the brothers.  Lucifer still came off as an asshole; Levi was very easily flustered, which was actually incredibly endearing; Satan seemed very intelligent, though rigid and a little standoffish; Asmo was still himself, but softened to you after a few days; Beel was probably the most genuine person you'd ever met; and Belphie, when he wasn't just sleeping, was looking at you with silent disgust.  Mammon was still a little difficult for you to figure out.  He was kind to you, perhaps even a little flirty, but then he'd completely backpedal.  

The following Saturday afternoon, Asmo knocked on your door.  When you opened it, he immediately sauntered in and exclaimed, "Y/N!  HUNNY-BUNNY!  It's the last weekend before school starts back.  We're going out tonight and you're gonna be my date.  I'm taking you to The Fall with me!"

He explained that The Fall was a nightclub that he, his brothers (except for Levi and Belphie), and Lord Diavolo frequented.  Watching Asmo practically flutter to your closet, you asked, "Oh, will Lord Diavolo be going tonight?"

"Nope!  Just me and you.  I think Satan said he's going tonight.  Mammon will probably go, too.  Ugh, you really don't have shit to wear in here, Hunny-Bunny!"

Turning back to you, flustered, Asmo said, "That's it, we're going to Majolish.  Come on!"

Asmo was definitely overbearing when it came to dressing you since he decided he wanted the two of you to coordinate for the night.  Fortunately, you had the foresight to bring your D.D.D. to keep you occupied at the store since he wasn't letting you pick out anything.  Asmo looked through the racks of dresses and pulled out a red strapless vinyl dress and said, "This is the dress you're wearing tonight.  Now, I'm going to pick out some shoes for you."

"It's... a little short, Asmo.  And I don't have any money for this."

"It's okay," he smirked over his shoulder at you, "I'll charge it to the house account.  We'll just call it a school expense if Lucifer asks."  With a little wink, he went back to looking for shoes for you. 

"I don't think this is even my size," you held it against your body trying to figure out how this would even cover your breasts and ass at the same time.

"It's enchanted, so it'll fit you perfectly.  I promise.  Alright, I think I found the shoes."

Asmo turned around with a pair of platform high-heeled shoes that matched your dress.  Your eyes widened at the stripper shoes in his hand and said, "You're really out here tryna make me break my neck, aren't you?"

"Nope.  These are enchanted, too.  They should be completely comfortable and you shouldn't stumble or anything.  I mean... yeah, if you try to throw yourself on the floor, but otherwise, no."

You reluctantly agreed to wear the dress and shoes that night.  He also decided that he would style your hair and do your makeup. You'd normally be inclined to protest, but you really weren't sure how people dressed at the club.

When the time came to get ready that evening, you discovered that Asmo was completely right about the dress and shoes.  The dress stretched to fit your figure and the shoes felt light on your feet.  It also matched his outfit, which was a red fishnet top with red vinyl pants and an identical pair of platform high-heeled shoes.  "See, Hunny-Bunny, I told you that you'd look great," he smirked as he entered the room after he had finished getting ready to go out, "Now, let me do something with that hair and your makeup.  And I have some jewelry for you to borrow." Asmo was letting you borrow a set of black rings, ornate black chandelier earrings, and a simple black choker.  He also somehow managed to work a miracle on your hair, using only his hands and some pins to place your hair in a high messy bun and pull small sections down to form into tendril curls to frame your face.  

"Okay, Hunny-Bunny," Asmo said, as he went in your bathroom and sat on the counter, "Come here and let me do your makeup."  He spread his legs and patted his thighs to prompt you to come closer to him.  You cautiously stepped between his legs and he wrapped them tightly around your waist. "Don't be nervous, doll," he giggled, looking through a box of makeup that he'd brought with him, "You've no reason to be shy with me.  Now, what makeup look are you going for tonight?  Are you thinking coy-blushing-schoolgirl to contrast your outfit?  Or are you thinking more demon-hunting-dominatrix?  Ooh, maybe something somewhere in between?"

You took a long glance at yourself in the mirror over Asmo's shoulder.  For some reason, Mammon crossed your mind and you blurted out, "How about human-who's-trying-to-get-some-demon-dick?"  Knowing damn good and well you were there in the Devildom for the purpose of marrying someone else, you thought for a moment that you were about to be fully reprimanded; however, the criticism never came.

As a feisty smile appeared on his face, Asmo said, "Will do.  And tonight you'd better werk, bitch."

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When the look was complete, you and Asmo took some selfies before your walked into the front hall.  As you neared the front door, Mammon and Satan burst in.  Before he realized you were standing there, Mammon yelled, "OI, Y/N, ASMO, YOU'RE TAKIN'--" 

When you and Mammon made eye contact, it was like time stood still for both of you.  You watched his eyes practically drink you up.  Asmo interrupted the silence, "We're ready now, so you can quit your bitching, Mammon."

"But, I WASN'T staring," Mammon yelled.

Asmo exchanged a glance with you before he said, "That SO has nothing to do with what I just said, but good job snitching on yourself."

Satan looked down at his watch and said, "Look, can we just go?  I have a date there tonight." "Ooh," Asmo cooed, knowingly taunting his brother, "who is it?"

"Asmo, DON'T start with me."

"Who's the lucky demoness?  Or is it a succubus?"

"Asmo..."

"Or maybe it's an incubus, you sly dog."

"ASMO!"

"Alright, alright. Let's go, guys."

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The Fall was pretty much everything you expected it to be.  It was a large club with loud music, bright lights, and lots of people.  The club was packed with plenty of demons and demonesses, as well as a plethora of succubi, incubi, and shapeshifters.  An unexpected amount of people were just openly having sex in various areas of the club that weren't as well-lit.  The music blaring as you entered was actually a song you recognized from the human world.  As you entered, Mammon and Satan quickly separated from your little group.  Asmo wrapped his arm around you and yelled loudly enough for you to be able to hear him, "We'll party down here in a little bit.  For now, off to the VIP section we go!"

He grabbed your hand and whisked you to a small glass elevator nearby.  A large demon was standing at the entrance, manning a couple of stanchions with a velvet rope.  Asmo squealed at the demon, "Paul!  Let me and my human up!"

A demon named Paul?

Paul bowed his head and allowed you and Asmo to use the glass elevator.  On the second floor was a VIP lounge that had its own bar and seating.  Asmo shouted greetings at several of the individuals in the VIP lounge, but continued walking to a hallway with several doors.  "We get our own VIP room here," he explained, "And they do have human world drinks here.  Demonus doesn't have an effect on humans, so don't even bother trying to get wasted on that stuff."  

Asmo opened a door that had a sign that read "Reserved For: House of Lamentation." He flipped a switch on the wall and the room was illuminated by a chandelier with red bulbs.  The walls were covered with red wallpaper and the floors were black and glossy.  It gave the room a sexy, dangerous vibe.  There was a small wet bar, a couple of couches, and a U-shaped booth with seating covered in black velvet, which was probably large enough to seat at least five people comfortably.  There was also a door that led to a small balcony overlooking the dance floor.  

You opened the door and glanced over the crowd. You were able to immediately spot Satan, who had an intelligently-dressed blonde demoness on his arm. Where was Mammon, though? Your eyes scanned the crowd, but you didn't see him. You caught yourself and turned away from the door. "Obviously off having a good time or he'd be up here with us," you thought, "It doesn't matter."

"So," Asmo exclaimed, startling you, "YOU are gonna be my arm candy for the night, Hunny-Bunny.  Do you wanna drink, dance, or find some other trouble to get into?"

"I'm a little nervous," you admitted, "I guess drinks and then dancing?"  Asmo said, "Oh, absolutely! Our bar in here only has Demonus and soda right now, so let's go to the VIP bar and hook you up with something good."

Asmo draped an arm around your shoulder and said, "C'mon. What are you drinking tonight?"

"Umm... Jack and Coke?"

"Ooh, that sounds good. Let's down a few of those and then go downstairs!"

You and Asmo sat at the bar in the VIP section and both ordered several drinks.  During the time there, no less than a dozen different demons and demonesses came to give Asmo a hug or kiss.  He graciously introduced you as "Y/N, the gorgeous new exchange student from the human realm." Surprisingly, many of them were friendly toward you and also offered you hugs and kisses.

After you'd had three orders of Jack and Coke, along with a few other alcoholic drinks that you couldn't remember the names of, you and Asmo decided it was time to go downstairs and dance.  The two of you got on the dance floor, arm in arm.  You'd barely gotten through the first song when some long-haired succubus came up and snatched Asmo away.  Asmo laughed and shouted to you, "Behave yourself and I'll see you in a little bit, Hunny-Bunny!"

You felt awkward standing there with no one, so you retreated to an area off to the side.  Behind you, there was a group of about four succubi that were taking turns fucking a demon.  You glanced briefly to make sure it wasn't Mammon or Satan.  When it wasn't, you went back to minding your own business. 

Wait... why would I even care if it was either of them?

You pulled out your D.D.D. and scrolled through Devilgram for no other reason than to keep your hands and mind occupied; however, it wasn't long before Mammon came up behind you and put his arm around your shoulder.  You jumped, not immediately recognizing who it was.  "Sorry, Y/N. Didn't mean to scare ya, but... ya looked lonely here and I don't want anyone snatchin' my human up," he said in your ear.  The mixture of the scent of his expensive cologne, liquor, and cigar smoke on him was strangely intoxicating.  You leaned against him, looked up into his eyes, and smiled.  His face was flushed and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his skin; probably from dancing because at least he didn't smell like he'd been having sex.  He returned your smile briefly, but looked away quickly. 

Why did he have to be so fucking hot?

Still not making eye contact with you, Mammon said, "Hey... let's, uhh... let's go upstairs.  Did Asmo show ya the VIP room?"

"Yeah.  He did."

Mammon kept his arm around you and quickly guided you toward the elevator. "I'm tipsy, Mammon," you admitted, "Stop moving so fast."  He jokingly said, "Darlin', I'm half past tipsy.  Keep up."  At the elevator, Paul recognized both of you so he moved to allow the two of you access to the elevator. 

As soon as you and Mammon got to the VIP lounge, he grabbed your hand and started pulling you quickly down the hall.  You jokingly asked, "What the fuck are we running from, Mammon?!"  When the two of you were in front of the room, he looked at you, almost panting and blushing furiously, as he said, "S-so, look, Y/N... I need to talk to ya about somethin'.  Let's... let's go in the room."  You felt your heart start racing.  "There's no way he's trying to bring me in this room to fuck," you thought, "I'm reading WAY too much into this."

Mammon's eyes didn't leave yours as he reached for the door handle, but the moment was interrupted by Asmo flinging the door open and saying, "Why are you hanging out here like a weirdo, Mammon?! Get in the room! You, too, Y/N!" Asmo pulled both of you in the room and you heard Mammon exclaim, "The fuck, Asmo? I thought there was no one in here."

The VIP room was definitely more lively than before. There were two topless succubi making out on one of the couches and Satan was sitting on the other couch, moaning with his eyes closed and head reclined back as his date sat on the floor between his legs, sucking his cock. It was an unusual sight to see someone who normally exhibited such self-discipline to be in a position like that. In the black booth sat an incubus and a demon smoking what smelled like clove cigars.  Asmo joined the succubi on the couch. Perhaps it was the combination of the smoke, the liquor, and the lewd sucking and kissing noises in the room, but you felt yourself getting slowly aroused. You were wondering if the same thing was happening with Mammon as he anxiously walked over to the little bar in the room and drank Demonus straight from the bottle, turning away from everyone and walking out to the balcony overlooking the dance floor. 

You startled when one of the succubi on the couch moaned out as Asmo started to fuck her. The demon at the table, a lanky, leather-clad man with wavy blue hair, said, "Hey, sweet thing. Why don't you come have a seat with us?  We're about to line up. Wanna bump?" You saw the incubus open a small packet of what looked like blue glitter and pour it on a small plate. The curiosity was killing you, so you sat in the booth next to the demon. As you sat down, the demon smirked at you as he put his hand on your thigh in a way that was more friendly than it was predatory.  

"You're a human, right? We don't get a lot of humans down here. This stuff right here will have you seeing stars. Are you, perhaps, down to fuck a demon while you're here?"

A tan hand suddenly slammed down on the table, the rings on his fingers making a loud thunk sound, making you and the demon jump. Mammon said, "Hey, man!  Leave 'er alone.  She's with me.  And get ya hand off 'er thigh." The demon put his hands up defensively and scooted away from you slightly.  

Satan, with his lust-clouded eyes watching you, said, "Y/N, if Mammon doesn't want you sitting over there, there's room for you over here with us."  He gestured to the demoness, who was still loudly slurping as her head bobbed on his dick, as if you needed clarification on who the "us" was that he was referring to. "In fact," Satan continued, a sultry tone to his voice, "I've got a really comfortable place where you can come sit, Y/N."  Mammon yelled over his shoulder, "Shuddap, ya drunken lightweight bastard. This is why none of us usually let ya come out and party with us." Satan scoffed and said to no one in particular, "Mammon's just mad cause he's not getting his dick wet right now.  Mammon, c'mere and my girl will let you have a turn with her."  Asmo threw in, "Yeah, Mammon. Or you can come over here with us.  I got two succubi, but only one dick.  Why don't you help me take care of one of them?"

Satan said to Asmo, "Any other night, he'd be all over some succubus pussy without you even asking.  I think he's being a prude because Y/N is here."  You felt a pang of jealousy knowing that Mammon was one to casually fuck succubi, but you didn't let it show. Asmo let out a little laugh and went back to focusing on fucking one of the succubi.  

You and Mammon just stared at each other for a few seconds. You could tell he was incredibly uncomfortable with the situation. His face was red and he finished off the small remaining amount of Demonus in the bottom of the bottle. 

The demon next to you passed the plate with the blue glitter to you with a rolled up Grimm bill. 

As you took the bill and prepared to snort the line, you heard Mammon's slushy, drunken voice say, "Oi, human, whaddya think you're doin'!? Ya can't do that shit! It'll kill ya." Mammon took the Grimm bill from you, managing to smoothly pocket it without anyone noticing, and handed the plate back over to the incubus. Taking your hand, Mammon said, "A'ight, Y/N, I'm gonna take ya home."

As you began to protest, Mammon reminded you that he was your guardian for the time being and he had to look out for you. Satan yelled out, "Booo! You're no fun, Mammon.  Leave her alone and let her play with the demons." Mammon glared over his shoulder at Satan before holding your hand to help you out of the booth. Mammon protectively wrapped his arm around you and said, "Let's go home, darlin'."

Notes:

Yes... yes, let's go home...
>:-)

Chapter 4: Feels Like Openin' a Present

Summary:

You and Mammon go to your room after getting home from The Fall.

Notes:

CW: A little dirty talk with some drunken oral and vaginal sex.

(Hurry up! Someone cue up "Ready for Love" by Bad Company or some shit!)

concupiscence
noun
con·cu·pis·cence kän-ˈkyü-pə-sən(t)s  kən-
: strong desire
especially : sexual desire

As the two of you left the club and walked in the direction of the House of Lamentation, you told Mammon, "Y'know, you could've just stayed in the room.  I could've gone out to the lounge if me being in there made you uncomfortable."  Mammon didn't say anything. "I'm being serious," you continued, "I never planned to get in the way of your fun."  Mammon still didn't say anything.

"Psh... you must be really mad to give me the silent treatment, Mammon."

Mammon stopped walking and grabbed your chin between his finger and thumb. Abruptly turning your head to face him, he said, "Ya didn't get in the way of shit.  Fuckin' with succubi is gettin' old, that's all.  I want someone... somethin' new, anyway."  Realizing how he happened to be staring at your lips and how forward he was with you just then, he let go of your chin and backpedalled, "I m-mean, I've been meanin' to set up a hook-up profile on DemonTryst.  Y'know... meet new people or whatever."

The two of you resumed walking toward the house.  You asked him, "Aren't you a model or something?  And one of the most important figures in the Devildom?  Shit, if you were someone from up in the human world, you'd be swimming in pussy.  But, you actually need to set up a profile to find someone?"  Mammon sighed and said, "I guess not.  But... like I said, I'm tryna do somethin' new."  The two of you walked in silence the rest of the way home. 

As you both entered the house, Mammon pulled your arm to guide you in the direction of your room, "C'mon, human.  I'll tuck ya in."

You both drunkenly stumbled into your room and managed to topple onto to your bed in his arms.  He landed on his side next to you and you landed on your back.  Waving his hand toward your bedroom door, he enchanted it to quietly close.  Staring at the ceiling, you started laughing and Mammon asked, "Oi, human, what's so funny?"

You turned your head to look at him. You hadn't realized how beautiful his eyes really were until that moment.  Beautiful gold on blue, like sunshine reflecting off of the ocean.  He scooted away from you a little and asked, "What's wrong with ya, Y/N?  They didn't slip ya any drugs when I wasn't lookin', did they?"  You replied, "I'm not high right now, if that's what you're asking."

Suddenly, you were feeling a little too bold for your own good, "Y'know, you're fuckin' hot.  I'm sorry, but there's no way someone like you is a demon.  I can see an incubus, maybe, but--"

"Are ya callin' me a liar?"

"Nah, I just want you to prove it."

He rose from the bed and looked at you, transforming quickly to his demon form, never once breaking eye contact.  

You sat up slightly and leaned back on your elbows, feeling your body heating up as your eyes roamed his form.  He had black, tendril-like horns that were sticking straight up on his head. He also had an amazing set of bat wings. What really set you off was the outfit he's transformed into - a cropped black leather jacket with belts crossing over his torso, tight black pants, and knee-high leather boots. He also suddenly had white v-shaped marks that almost looked like tattoos on his torso.  AND FANGS, TOO?!  

Oh, bitch... You never stood a chance...

He noticed the way you hungrily stared at him.  With a sexy smirk, he let out a sarcastic chuckle, and said, "Why don'tcha take a picture?  It'll last ya longer."  You sat up, perhaps a little too quickly for your inebriated brain, and said, "I dunno what it is about you, but I really wanna see what those arrows painted on you are pointing to."  

You internally screamed at yourself to shut up.  You were supposed to marry Lord Diavolo. 

He looked down at his body and said, "First off, human, these are my demon form's birthmarks.  Ain't no body paint. Second, are... are ya tryna see my dick? I mean, I got no problem showin' off what I got, b-but you're technically an engaged woman... ain't ya?"

Every rational bone in your body told you to stop what you're doing. Abort mission. Cease and desist.  Stop it; get some help. 

But, your hormones were really out here singing ~Ho life or no life~

You decided to lean back down on your elbows again and smugly said, "Well, Mammon... there's no ring on my finger yet." He gave a his head a little shake and shrugged his shoulders as he said, "No... no, there's not."

You licked your lips, "Well?  What're you waiting for?"

Mammon quickly jumped on your bed, hovering above you as he caged you with his arms and legs. His face was close enough for you to smell the alcohol still on his breath as he panted, trying to steady himself. "C'mon, now.  What're ya tryna accomplish with this, human? I dunno if ya understand what you're gettin' into.  Sex with a demon like me could quite literally fuck you up if I ain't able to be careful with ya," Mammon said, his voice practically shaking.  You said, "I trust you," and leaned forward just enough to press your lips softly against his.  As you leaned back, you noticed that his face had reddened significantly.  You squealed, "Oooh, Mammon, I do believe you're blushing."  "Shaddup, Y/N," he said as he sat back on his heels and looked away.  His face was turned as though he couldn't physically bring himself to make eye contact with you.

After an awkward silence between the two of you, you sat up and said, "Look, I'm... I'm sorry.  I might've just misread some signals or something.  I'm not usually this forward, I swear, but I just find you exceedingly attractive.  If you wanna just, I dunno, go to your room and forget I ever--"  More quickly than your mind could process it, he was on top of you, his lips on yours.  

He gently pressed his tongue against your lips, as if asking for permission for entry. Of course, you allowed him, permitting your tongue to dance with his. His kiss tasted amazing, flavored with what you assumed was the taste of Demonus; kind of like bourbon, but more peppery.  Slowly, Mammon broke the kiss, lowered his hips just enough to meet yours, and experimentally rolled them against you.  You let out a moan, having felt his large erection grinding against you.  He whispered, "Do ya want me, Y/N?  'Cuz I know I want ya real fuckin' bad."

"Yes.  I wanna feel you, Mammon."

He didn't waste any time getting up from your bed and starting to strip his boots and belt off, adding "Do... do the wings and horns freak ya out?"

"Nah," you smirked, "I've never been fucked by a demon before. It's kinda hot." 

Mammon awkwardly laughed and proceeded to remove his jacket and pants, throwing them haphazardly on the floor.  You snickered, "No underwear in your lil demon outfit?"  His face flushed again and he said, "Nope."  You sighed as you took in the sight of his naked body standing at the foot of your bed.  His body was impeccable and the big dick energy he carried with him was definitely substantiated.  His hard dick was much larger than any human's that you'd seen in person before, but not so big as to possibly cause irreparable damage to your pussy.  

He crawled back on your bed, placing his hands on your knees to gently spread your legs apart.  He examined your panties and smiled as he said, "Mmm, you're soaked, Y/N.  Is this wet pussy all mine?"  

"Yes.  Fuck, I want you so bad."

He gave you a devious smile before he moved your panties to the side and ran his tongue along the wet slit at the apex of your thighs. "Mmm, Mammon," you moaned, running your hands through his soft hair. You hadn't realized while kissing him before, but Mammon's tongue felt much more textured than a human tongue.  When he ran his tongue up and began to lick circles over your clit, you had to hold back a scream. 

Mammon looked at your door and said what you assumed to be a spell in a language you didn't recognize.  Turning back to you, he said, "Ya can be as loud as ya want now.  I put a spell on the door so no one can hear us.  Your moans and screams tonight are for me only.  I don't want my brothers hearin' ya."  As he ran his tongue back along your clit, you let out a lewd noise that was somewhere between a moan and a scream. 

"Your pussy tastes so fuckin' sweet, darlin'.  Holy fuck, I could eat your pussy for hours if you'd let me."

"Your tongue feels so good, Mammon.  If you don't - FUCK!  You need to slow down or I'm gonna cum."

Mammon smirked and said, "So soon?  I dunno.  Sounds like someone just wants to feel some big demon dick in her tight human pussy."

"You already know me so well."

He sat back on his heels and said, "How about I get ya outta these clothes?"  You agreed and he undressed you slowly.  He gently pulled your panties down your legs and carelessly tossed them to the floor.  Then, Mammon sat you up and peeled the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts.  For a brief moment, his soft, warm hands caressed them, running his thumbs in circles around your nipples.  

You laid back and lifted your ass up to try to pull your dress down and get the restrictive clothing off your body.  Mammon grabbed it and quickly peeled the dress the rest of the way down your body.  "Feels like openin' a present," he joked. 

Now, though, it was his turn to sigh as he took in the sight of your naked body before him.  You looked like a dream to him, naked on your bed with lust-filled eyes and a devious smile on your face.  Mammon inhaled and exhaled deeply as he asked, "Are ya sure you're ready for me, baby?"

"Very sure," you whispered to him, staring dreamily at his erection. 

He leaned forward, rubbing the head of his dick on your clit, which elicited a soft moan from you.  He gave you a cocky little half-smile before properly lining himself up with your entrance. 

Both of you moaned out as the first couple of inches of his hard dick sunk into the tight, wet heat of your pussy.  His wings rapidly fluttered a few times.  Mammon stayed still for a moment, knowing the walls of your human pussy would need time to adjust to his size.  "Oh, fuck," he whimpered, "Fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick."  After a few moments, he asked if you were ready for more. "Yes," you said, partly whimpering, partly moaning.

As he pushed into you a little more and you adjusted to each other, he peppered your neck with kisses.  "You're takin' my dick so good, baby," he said against your skin.  You brought your hands up to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving an experimental little pull.  

The sound of the groan that erupted from him almost made you cum right then and there. 

"Don't stop, Y/N.  Pull harder."

You don't have to tell me twice!!

You tugged his hair a little harder and he pushed his dick further into you, not stopping until it felt like your cervix kissed the head of his dick.  He guided your legs to wrap around his waist as he slowly rocked his hips, fucking into you gently.

He brought his lips down to yours again, passionately kissing you as he continued sensually fucking you.  You removed your hands from his hair and began scraping your fingernails across his back, being especially careful not to hurt his wings.  He broke his kiss away from your lips and slowly began trailing small kisses along your neck. He moaned out as he continued rolling his hips against you. 

"I thought you were gonna be rough with me," you teased him, running your fingers their his hair again, "I thought sex with a demon like you could quite literally fuck me up.  Or however you worded it.  That wasn't all talk, was it?"

Mammon smirked and sat back a little, his dick still inside your pussy.  "Is that so," he asked, "Does my little human slut want her first demon to ruin her that badly?"  You licked your lips and taunted him, "And what if I do?"

"Flip over," he commanded you, pulling out of your pussy.  You hesitated until he snapped, "That was an order, not a fuckin' suggestion!"

Yes, sir!

You flipped quickly from your back to your stomach, having done so almost comically fast.  "That's what I thought," Mammon said, slowly running his fingers along your back. He pulled your hips up and quickly thrust his length into your pussy once more, causing you to scream out in pleasure. As he slammed his hips rhythmically against yours, he used one hand to hold your hips steady while the other hand snaked around to your clit.  

It didn't take long for you to be reduced to a melted mess of a human.  "So, this is it," you thought, trying to catch your breath after your third screaming orgasm, "This is how I die.  Death by demon dick."

He slowed his pace down slightly and, as he pounded into you, said, "Y'know... when I tried... to get ya... in the VIP room?"  "Mmm-hmm," you whined.  "I was... gonna ask... if I could fuck ya in there."  Mammon adjusted himself and started fucking you more slowly so he could talk to you.  He ghosted his clawed fingers very lightly over your back, making sure to not leave any scratches on you.  He said, "I know you're technically off limits.  But, fuck, if ya ain't the most beautiful human I've seen in a long time.  And ya smell good.  And ya taste good.  And your pussy is so, so fuckin' tight for me."  He pulled out ever so slightly and slammed his hips against you, making you scream with pleasure again as his dick plunged deep inside you. Mammon continued, "And your sounds are like fuckin' music to my ears, darlin'." His pace became erratic, so you knew he was getting close to cumming, as well. 

Meanwhile, Mammon could feel his mouth salivating as he looked at your back and neck. If you weren't Diavolo's, he wouldn't have even hesitated to cover you in bites and markings all over as he fucked you.  He'd only known you for about a week, but something about you made him want to claim you as his own.

He apologized in advance before quickly pulling a pillow from the head of your bed, putting it on your back, and sinking his fangs into it to satisfy his urge to mark you.  

"I'm s-so close," you whined. He said, "Fuck, I am, too. Your pussy is just... So. Fucking. Good."  The last three words were punctuated by his hips slamming into yours. You let out a loud whimper as your body collapsed into the biggest orgasm you've ever had. As it tore through you, you came on Mammon's cock for the final time that night. 

The contracting of your walls pushed Mammon over the edge and he quickly pulled out of you and shot his hot cum onto your ass.  You both had to take a few seconds to catch your breath.  He slowly rolled off of you, plopped on his back, and stared up at the ceiling for a moment.  

What was this feeling he had?  There was a tightness in his chest and he felt... butterflies in his stomach? And there was an odd feeling of peace that he couldn't recall having felt in centuries.  It was probably just the afterglow from sex... right?  But, this was much more intense.  You filled a void that he didn't even realize was there. It might have been a while since he'd been with a human, but he'd fucked many humans before you.  Why were you any different?  

When he glanced over at you and realized you were still lying there like a Toaster Strudel covered in icing, Mammon quickly jumped up to get a towel from your bathroom to help clean you up.  As he walked in the bathroom, he glanced at himself in the mirror. "There ain't no way you're fallin' in love with a stupid human," he thought to himself, "'Specially not a human who'll be married off to Lord Diavolo." He grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet and turned to look at you. You had a wide, sleepy smile as you watched him fidget with the towel. 

"Oh, fuck," he thought.  He realized there was no point in denying his own feelings.  He was absolutely, undeniably infatuated with you.  

But there was no way in Devildom he could ever let you or anyone else know that he, THE Great Mammon, had fallen this hard for a human. 

Notes:

Random headcannon: Mammon's demon form's tongue is textured somewhere between a human tongue and a cat tongue. 

Chapter 5: I'm Supposed to be Her Guardian or Whatever

Summary:

You go over your class schedule at breakfast, but Lucifer seems to be acting strange.

Notes:

No CW except for Lucifer being weirdly clingy... and trying to smell you?

embark
verb
em·bark im-ˈbärk
: to make a start

You walked in the dining room Monday morning and the only people at the table were Beel, Belphie, and Lucifer. You were hoping that Mammon would be there. You hadn't seen him since the other night, but happened to wake up this morning wanting him. Great... first day of school in a world of sexy demons and you just had to be horny.

Lucifer looked up from his coffee and said, "Y/N, come sit next to me so we can go over your schedule for your classes this week."  He gestured to the chair next to him, where Mammon usually sat.  "Sure," you said, heading over to the seat.  "Wait," Lucifer said, rising from his chair,  "Let me check your uniform."  You adjusted your posture and stood up straight.  Your uniform was similar to the one his brothers wore, but had a shorter jacket, similar to Belphie's, and skirt that was just a couple of inches above knee-length.  It was definitely short in comparison to uniform skirts in the human world.  You also had knee-high socks that were the same shade as the teal dress shirt that you wore under your jacket.  You also wore a black tie.  Lucifer took great care in walking around you and adjusting your uniform to make sure you looked tidy.  He kneeled down and examined your skirt.  You felt his gloved hand graze against your thigh as he tried to pull the hem of the skirt down slightly, almost as if he could make the skirt longer by doing so.  If you'd didn't know any better, you'd think Lucifer was trying to make a move on you or... wait, was he smelling you?  "You'll have to excuse me, Y/N. I'm... certain Lord Diavolo wouldn't want to see you exposing yourself too much at school," he said, almost in an attempt to justify his actions.

"They're just thighs, Lucifer," you joked, "I'm not walking around with my titties out, swinging them from here to Timbuktu."

You and Lucifer both startled as Belphie snorted a loud laugh in his sleep, obviously amused at your remark.  Lucifer awkwardly cleared his throat before standing back up.  "Right," he began, "Well, go ahead and have a seat.  I have your schedule here for us to go over.  Why don't you eat first and we can talk after?"

You were getting used to Devildom food, especially the breakfast food.  There was a very close equivalent to Pop-Tarts that you'd grown fond of.  On this particular morning, you had a couple of those and a cup of coffee.  One by one, the remaining brothers came into the room and took their places at the table.  Asmo was the first one to join you.  Asmo usually sat next to Mammon, but opted to sit at another seat, a smirk on his face.  You furrowed your brow and asked, "You don't wanna sit by me?"

"On the contrary, I'd love to.  I think that, perhaps, I should leave that seat open for Mammon.  I'm sure he'll want to sit near you."

Neither you nor Mammon had spoken a word of what transpired between the both of you a couple of evenings ago; not to each other and certainly not to anyone else.  After he'd helped you clean up, Mammon had gotten redressed and snuck quietly to his own room.  And here Asmo was, acting like he knew everything that had gone on.  "No, you're overthinking this," you thought, "There's no way he would know."  

"Playing musical chairs this morning, I see," Satan observed, strutting in and seeing you sitting in Mammon's chair and Asmo sitting in Levi's chair.  Lucifer replied, "Not that it needs to be explained, but Y/N and I are going to be looking over her schedule."  Satan made no reply. 

Levi was the next to enter the dining room.  "WTF, Asmo," he exclaimed, "Don't you have your own chair?"  Asmo told Levi, "Just sit in another chair.  I'm sure it's not going to ruin your day to sit somewhere else."

"Today was ruined weeks ago when I was told all classes this semester have to be done in-person."

Lucifer glared over at him and said, "Don't start with me.  I've already told you we won't be discussing this again, Leviathan."

Levi approached the seat next to you, but was interrupted by a loud, "I THINK THE FUCK NOT, LEVI!"

Mammon walked into the room and glared at Levi, who reluctantly retreated to a different chair.  "Just 'cuz, y'know, I'm supposed to be her guardian or whatever.  I should be the one who has to sit next to her."  You glanced at Asmo, who briefly made eye contact with you and smirked before going back to eating. 

As you finished your food, Lucifer pulled out a piece of paper that was in a briefcase on the floor next to him.  "So, Y/N, you only have a few classes.  Lord Diavolo just wants you to become acclimated to basic subjects during your time in school.  We maneuvered the schedule so you won't have any classes without at least one of us with you."  Placing the paper on the table, he showed you that you'd be taking a demon history class, which you would take with Asmo and Beel; a spells class with Belphie, though Satan would also be in that class as a teacher's assistant; a Devildom law class, which you would take with Levi, Mammon, and Satan; and an Infernal language course with Mammon and Asmo.  "The rest of the time," Lucifer explained, "you can go pretty much anywhere on campus, but Lord Diavolo and I think it would be best if one of us could accompany you wherever you go.  RAD is safe, for the most part, but you're still only human and you're incredibly important to Lord Diavolo."

"I'll do it," Mammon blurted, "I'm supposed to be her guardian or whatever.  I should be the one who has to watch her."  Lucifer proceeded to explain to Mammon that there will be times that he can't accompany you.  You won't have all the same classes or be on exactly the same schedule.  You felt your D.D.D. buzz and looked down at the screen to see a message from Asmo:

Asmo: I'm sUpPoSeD tO bE hEr GuArDiAn.  Acting like he doesn't wanna do it.  Bitch, please.

You looked across the table, but Asmo didn't make eye contact.  You messaged him back:

You: I mean... maybe he actually DOESN'T want to?  He said in the beginning that he was only doing it because he didn't wanna be strung up from the ceiling.

Asmo: Maybe he was at first, but now it's because he wants to.

You: He doesn't act like it.

You reflected again on how Mammon hadn't even spoken to you since the other night.  No messages, no calls, nothing. Even that morning, he hadn't actually said a word to you directly.  You looked down to see another message from Asmo:

Asmo: Hunny-Bunny, please don't doubt me on this.

You glanced across the table and Asmo gave you a genuine smile and shrugged.

"Did you hear me, Y/N?"

You looked at Lucifer and admitted that you had no idea what he'd said.  Mammon put his hand on your thigh, perhaps not even intending to, and said, "Lucifer was saying I'll chaperone ya, but when I can't ya should message another one of us to get ya."

"Or Lord Diavolo," Lucifer added.  He tilted his head to the side and happened to notice the placement of Mammon's hand and continued, "The demon who is her future husband could be an even more suitable chaperone, Mammon."  Mammon realized that he'd been seen. He removed his hand from your leg, giving it an affectionate, albeit almost undetectable, squeeze before doing so.  Lucifer continued, "If it weren't for there being the possibility of a perception of favoritism or conflict of interest, he would be the one acting as her guardian consistently.  Is that understood, Mammon?"

Mammon scoffed and said, "Yup.  C'mon, Y/N.  Ya done eatin'?  Let's head out."  Beel stood up, hoisting the slumbering Belphie onto his back to carry him, and said, "We'll go with you."  

As you stood up, Lucifer also rose and grabbed your hand.  "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to contact one of us," he said, "I want -- I mean, we want to make sure you're safe and happy here."

Mammon muttered, "A'ight, time to go" and grabbed your other hand, pulling you in the opposite direction.  Except, Lucifer didn't let go immediately.  Mammon scowled and said, "The fuck? Leggo, Lucifer."  You looked from Lucifer, to Mammon, back to Lucifer.  It felt as though his fiery eyes bore into your soul, but he smiled at you before letting go of your hand.  This was a genuine smile, one much more powerful than others he'd given you in the past.

As you, Mammon, Beel, and Belphie headed to the front door to leave, Mammon muttered, "Fuckin' Lucifer... fuckin' weirdo-ass Lucifer."

Chapter 6: Some Demon Sex Ed

Summary:

Asmo decides it's time to teach you a little bit about demon markings... since NO ONE ELSE apparently has...

Notes:

CW: Asmo undressing you while teaching you about demon markings, flirting, sexual dialogue

redolence
noun
red·o·lence ˈre-də-lən(t)s
: an often pungent or agreeable odor

Your first day of classes was, for lack of better words, intimidating. Of course, the school was full of hot demons. It also became apparent how amazingly popular the brothers were. Demons and demonesses alike flocked to them wherever they went. You caught a few of them giving you resentful glances when they saw how close Mammon was with you; he kept his arm protectively around you whenever you were walking in the halls together. Even though he was still painfully awkward around you, you absolutely delighted in both the attention you got from him and the jealous glares of your classmates.

The first thing you did when you got home was go to your room and take off your itchy uniform jacket and your restrictive tie.  You didn't get any homework, but you sat at the table in your room as you read the textbook you were given for your demon law class. That was a topic that genuinely interested you.  If you were going to be stuck in this place, you might as well learn a little bit about the laws and regulations.

Just as you got to a page about traffic laws, there was a sharp knock at the door.  "Oh, my Hunny-Bunny," Asmo's voice sang, "May I enter?"

"Uh-huh."

Asmo came in with his textbook for demon history and asked, "Can I study with you?"  You looked over your shoulder and asked, "I... guess?  What do we have to study, exactly?"

"I guess you saw through my facade," Asmo whined, feigning a pout, "I just wanted to come in and see you."

"Y'know, if you wanna see me, you can just ask.  You don't need to give me a reason to wanna spend time with me."

Asmo sat in a chair next to yours and stared at you.  His peach eyes stayed focused on yours until you finally looked away and asked, "Y-you good, Asmo?"  Asmo's expression was apprehensive, but smiled and said, "I'm wonderful.  So, umm, Hunny-Bunny... hmm, this is a little awkward.  I want to give you some demon sex ed."

"Do what now?!"

"Demon sex ed.  Nothing to be ashamed or shy about," Asmo shrugged, "If you're going to be married to a demon, you'll presumably become sexually active with one in the future, right?"  You nodded awkwardly and muttered, "Well, I'd hope so."  Asmo took your hands in his and tilted his head to the side, almost knowingly.

"Unless... perhaps you've already been with a demon since you've arrived?"

You said nothing. 

"Mmm.  Well, whether you've been with a demon yet or not, let's go over some things."

"Sure."

"So, let's talk about marking," he began.  You turned in your chair to face him properly.  He continued, "Demons love giving bite marks during sex.  Their favorite places are the-- you know what?  May I touch you?"  You nodded and he picked up where he left off, "Stop me if I make you uncomfortable. Anyway, their favorite places are the thighs --" he placed his hands on your thighs, smoothing his hands slowly upward, pushing your skirt all the way up "-- and the neck --" he brought his hands to your neck, sensually ghosting his fingertips along the skin of your neck "-- and the chest and back." Asmo placed his fingers on the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning the first button slowly. 

... then the second...

... then the third...

... until your shirt was completely unbuttoned.

He slid the material of your shirt down your shoulders, leaving you sitting there in just your bra, skirt, and panties.  He spread your legs slightly with his hands and leaned back a little to angle himself to see how wet your panties were.  Asmo smiled and asked, "Does this excite you, Y/N?"  Of course, you'd already been horny most of the day, but you blushed and confessed that it did.  You anticipated him asking to have sex with you, but he sat back up straight and said, "In addition to leaving marks on our mates, we leave a scent behind after sex.  Every demon has their own scent.  Did you happen to already know that demons have scent marks that they leave behind after sex?"

"N-no, I actually didn't."

Is that why Lucifer was smelling you earlier that day?  Could he tell about Mammon? No, Lucifer would've killed Mammon.

"It's usually from bodily fluids, like cum.  Blood and urine, too, if you're into that type of play."

"Oh, really? Wh-what do you and your brothers smell like?"

"Ooh, you nosey little minx," he squealed, rubbing his hands on your thighs, "Hmm... let me think in terms of human world stuff that you'd recognize.  Some of these probably won't make any sense, but just work with me, Hunny-Bunny.  So, Belphie's scent smells kind of like rosemary. Satan's smells like a mix of... cinnamon and roses.  Hmm... Beel's smells like butter chicken, if you're familiar with Indian food?  Lucifer's smells like light spearmint and grass. Levi's is kind of like bacon.  Mine smells like cedar."

"What about... Mammon?"

Asmo smirked and gave you a smug, critical glance.  You shrugged and Asmo continued, "His smells like chocolate and strawberries."

Ugh, why was that so sexy?

Asmo stared at you for a moment before he said, "I'm surprised you'd ask about his... and not Lord Diavolo's.  Your secret is safe with me, though, Hunny-Bunny.  In case you're curious, Lord Diavolo's scent smells kind of like maple syrup."

"So, only demons can smell other demons?"

"Yes. And I can smell it much more strongly than other demons; you know, being Avatar of Lust and all. While the scent markings aren't an absolute deterrent to other demons, it at least helps demons know a little about the recent sexual history of our partner."

"H-how long does the smell stay?"

Asmo trailed his hands back up your thighs, stopping very close to your panties, and said, "My, you're so curious.  Perhaps, you have been with a demon.  Or... are you wanting me to leave my scent on you, Y/N?"  He leaned in close to you, your noses almost touching.  When you didn't back away, Asmo pressed a light kiss to your lips.  Then, he leaned closer, whispering in your ear, "Would you, by chance, want to go further with me?"

"I would."

Asmo snaked his lanky arms around to your back as he pressed kisses to your neck.  You felt him unfasten your bra.  His soft hands pushed the straps off your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him.  "Mmm, you look good enough to eat," he quietly said, "Would you like to move this to your bed?  Or... would you like me to bend you over this table and--"

Just then, a voice yelled, "Y/N, YOU IN HERE!?" 

SHIT, please tell me Asmo locked the door!

The door suddenly flew open. 

Well, fuck...

You instinctively picked your shirt off the floor and shielded your breasts from view. 

However, it was Mammon who stood in the doorway. He froze for a moment, trying to process the sight he was seeing.  You were naked from the waist up with your skirt hiked all the way up, panties exposed.  Meanwhile, Asmo was sitting across from you, pupils completely dilated and cheeks slightly flushed.

Mammon slammed the door behind him and shrieked, "ASMO, THE FUCK ARE YA DOIN'?"  Asmo dramatically sighed before he stood up and slowly walked toward Mammon, "I'll have you know that I was given consent to explore Y/N's body.  Similarly, I was going to allow her to explore mine."  Mammon was furious, looking back and forth between you and Asmo, almost like he was weighing the options on who he should be madder at; however, Asmo continued.  Crossing his arms, he said, "It started as a sex ed discussion, though.  Seeing as how no one else thought to give her one."  Suddenly, Mammon looked more embarrassed than mad. 

Asmo turned back around to look at you.  "Well, since we were so rudely interrupted, we'll have to finish another time, Y/N," Asmo said.  He started to walk away, but turned back to you and said, "By the way, I'm sorry I didn't answer your question earlier.  You know, about how long the scent mark stays? It depends on where the scent ends up.  If you cleanse with the proper soap on your skin, the smell will go away almost immediately.  However --" Asmo's gaze landed on Mammon for a moment before returning to you "-- if you aren't given the proper soap for removing the mark, it could possibly linger on your skin for up to a week. If the marking is internal - oral, vaginal, or anal - it will take a little longer for the scent to dissipate and it isn't as easy to remove as simply using soap."

Oh, fuck, he COULD smell it on my skin...

"Fortunately," Asmo continued, "I have some soap that you can use to get rid of the smell.  I'll bring it to you later.  Not to worry, Y/N; as always, your secret is safe with me."

Asmo gave Mammon a smug look before he walked out of your room and quietly closed the door behind him. 

You retrieved your bra from the floor and put it on before you faced Mammon, arms crossed and head cocked to the side, awaiting an explanation.

"Whaaat," Mammon whined, "I forgot, 'kay?  I never clean a lover's scent mark off me after sex, so I ain't even thought about it."  He walked up to you, wrapped his arms around you, and nuzzled his face into your shoulder.  He whimpered, "Please forgive me.  I ain't had any bad intentions."

"Fine, fine.  Whatever," you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw.

"So, umm... Asmo will be bringin' ya the soap.  Now that ya know about all this, will ya let me... I mean, can we..."

You leaned back and looked at his face.  As usual, his blush completely betrayed his train of thought.  Helping him along, you asked, "You mean to ask whether we can have sex again?"

"'EY!  Look at that! Ya read my mind!"

"Hmm... I guess we can," you teased him, "sometime soon, but not tonight."

"Okay, love," he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, "sometime soon, then."

Very soon, hopefully. 

Chapter 7: I'm a Demon, Love.

Summary:

Mammon realizes his feelings for you; meanwhile, having dinner at Diavolo's castle results in a surprising confession from Lucifer

Notes:

CW: Implied masturbation, sexual dialog, and a drunk and horny Lucifer

illicit
adjective
il·lic·it (ˌ)i(l)-ˈli-sət 
:disapproved of or not permitted for moral or ethical reasons.

Mammon yelled, "Whaddya mean she ain't comin' to dinner?"

It was the following Sunday afternoon and Mammon was in the kitchen, talking to Asmo, who was standing at the stove and stirring a soup. Asmo put his hand on his hip and said, "I mean she won't be here. Y/N went to Lord Diavolo's with Lucifer for dinner."

"And we weren't invited?!"

"Umm... no.  Are you the one who will be marrying Lord Diavolo?"

Mammon remained silent. 

"Mmm-hmm. Didn't think so."

Asmo turned away from Mammon. In a silent fury, Mammon stormed away to his room.  

Mammon slammed his bedroom door and walked over to plop facedown on his bed.  He knew that his feelings for you were wrong.  He wanted to go to the castle right then, sweep you up, and drive off with you in his Demonio 666 Lexura.  The both of you could drive to the furthest ends of the Devildom if you wanted.  You could forget everything and start a new life with him.  Or, maybe you wanted to go back to the human realm?  He'd give up everything in the Devildom to leave and go to the human realm with you.  He rolled over on his back and practically clawed at his face as he whined, "Why the fuck do I feel like this about a fuckin' human?!"

Mammon knew he could get on his phone right then and have his pick of so many different people he could go fuck to get this out of his system; however, he found himself craving your body. There was nothing anyone else could give him that would satisfy his need for you. 

His greed for you.

Mammon wanted to hear you moan his name.  No, not moan.  He wanted to hear you scream his name as he made you cum.  He wanted to feel your nails dig into his back hard enough to draw blood.  And, fuck, he wanted your scent on him again; on his fingers, on his lips, on his dick.  Mammon loved the scent that your sex left behind on him.

Sighing, he rolled over and opened the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lotion. If he couldn't have you right then, his hand and imagination would have to hold him over until the next time he could see you. 

"Tonight," he resolved, beginning to stroke his painfully hard erection, "I need to see her again when she gets home tonight."

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Meanwhile, you were sitting at the dining room table at the castle with Diavolo and Lucifer. Barbatos had prepared a human world meal for all of you: salad, steak, and potatoes. Diavolo and Lucifer had glasses of Demonus, but Diavolo said, "We have some bourbon, sweetheart. Would you like some?"

"Sure!"

The three of you ate and talked about nothing in particular. Diavolo, as usual, was polite and boyishly flirtatious toward you. He was genuinely curious about your life in the human world, asking all kinds of innocent questions about how you were raised, your family background, the types of jobs you'd had, and the kinds of friends you associated with.  Then, the questions took an unusual turn.  

Diavolo looked down at his third glass of Demonus, swirling it gently in his hand, before asking, "And how many lovers did you take in the human world?" There was an awkward silence before you downed the remainder of bourbon in your glass, politely turning to Barbatos to ask if you could have more. You were on your second glass -- no, definitely your third. Wait... no, your fourth? Regardless, you knew you'd need another drink to get through this conversation. 

You revealed the number of people you'd had sex with in the human world, taking a significant sip from your glass. You followed up with, "Why did you ask? That was a very mortal question to ask me, Diavolo."

There goes that liquid courage doing the talking...

Lucifer's eyes widened at your audacity, but Diavolo chuckled. "Just curious," he said, good-naturedly, "As many centuries as Lucifer, Barbatos, and I have been alive, there's no number you could've said that would've shocked us."

"Well, I don't even wanna know the body counts for you guys," you snipped and finished off that glass of bourbon. Lucifer responded, "Good, because my 'body count' is absolutely none of your concern, Y/N."

"Why?  You know mine, now tell me yours, Luci."

He inhaled sharply and said, "First of all, I was merely a bystander to the knowledge of how many people you've been intimate with.  Second, Y/N, don't call me that again. The nerve."  

Diavolo quickly changed the subject, saying, "Well, it looks like the three of us have finished dinner. Shall we go to my study?"  You asked, "What're we gonna study?  Are you gonna study me more about the people I've fucked in the past?"  Lucifer swallowed the remaining Demonus in his glass and said, "Lord Diavolo, I apologize for her outlandish behavior.  I didn't realize our Y/N couldn't handle her drink.  You have a sofa in your study.  Perhaps, she should rest her eyes."

"Rest my eyes!?  Boy, I'm gonna rest my foot dead in the crack of your--"

"Dearest," Diavolo exclaimed, interrupting you before you and Lucifer could continue with your verbal joust, "I believe I have some sweets in my study that I'd love for you to try." He rose from his seat and offered you his hand.  You also rose from your seat, taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers with his.  Lucifer stood, as well, awkwardly acting as the third wheel of your dinner date with Diavolo

As soon as you got comfortable on the sofa, you dozed off. Diavolo and Lucifer continued talking idly about goings-on at RAD, making sure to keep their voices low as you rested. 

Perhaps it was the drinking.  Perhaps it was the bickering with Lucifer.  You weren't sure what it was, but there was a little spark in your body that ignited while you slept. 

The last time you were this intoxicated was the night you were with Mammon.  Inconveniently enough, thoughts of that night with him slithered into your mind; his touch, his kisses, his love.  

Unbeknownst to you, you sleepily moaned out loud and whined, "I thought you were gonna be rough with me.  I thought sex with a demon like you could quite literally fuck me up." Diavolo and Lucifer silently exchanged awkward glances and looked over at your sleeping presence. Both of them were blushing and secretly aroused at hearing your declaration.  "My, Lucifer, it... umm, sounds like you should probably get her home. She's already having some VERY interesting dreams." Lucifer cleared his throat awkwardly and stood in a manner to help conceal his growing erection as he asked, "Are you... do you think that, perhaps, she should stay here with you?"

"Nonsense. She'll be more comfortable in her own bed. Besides, her school uniform and supplies are there.  She'll need those for tomorrow."

Lucifer inhaled and exhaled deeply and said, "I'm quite... intoxicated, as well. Maybe she and I should both stay here tonight. You have several guest rooms. I'm sure one of those would be comfortable for her. Perhaps, your bed would also be an appropriate place for her."

Anything to prevent himself from having the opportunity to be alone with you, Lucifer thought. 

"I'll have Barbatos work to get you both to the House of Lamentation if you feel you're unable to walk," Diavolo said.

"Fine, Lord Diavolo. Whatever you'd prefer," Lucifer said reluctantly, giving up. 

After Lucifer was able to wake you from your drunken slumber, Barbatos opened a portal to help you and Lucifer go to the house. Diavolo held both of your hands in his own and said, "Dearest, it was good seeing you today.  I'll text you in the morning.  Get some rest." Still not fully coherent, you said, "Yeah, I'll see ya later, Diavolo.  Let's have lunch or something sometime." He smiled and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before allowing you and Lucifer to depart. 

He did, however, want more than just lunch with you.

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You hated traveling through portals. That fucking electrocution feeling, like what you felt when you were first summoned, was too much for you.  

Lucifer watched to make sure the portal was completely closed before he spoke. "Come to my room, Y/N," Lucifer said, a slight drunken tone to his voice, "I'd like to talk to you about something."

You both leaned on each other while you walked up the stairs. You angrily muttered, "Why can't I just go in my room?  I don't even wanna go up the stairs."  "Hush this instant," Lucifer warned, "Your behavior was appalling this evening and we need to have a discussion."

The two of you reached the top of the stairs and headed into Lucifer's room.  When you entered his room and Lucifer shut the door, you heard him say the same spell Mammon had spoke when he was in bed with you. 

You shrieked, "Wh-why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That spell. Why? Are you about to kill me?"

"What do you know of this spell, Y/N?"

"You want to prevent people from hearing me scream for help."

"I want no such thing. I just... want you, Y/N."

"Okay, now that's just the Demonus talking," you said, chuckling. 

"No, it's not," he quickly said, backing you into the wall, placing his hands against the wall on either side you. You looked into his eyes, the red of his irises seeming to shine.  He continued, "I want you.  I've wanted you since I first saw you.  And I can tell you feel something, too."

You denied feeling anything, but Lucifer leaned close and whispered in your ear, "I'm a demon, love.  I don't know if any of my brothers have told you yet, but demons can smell human arousal.  You might say one thing, but your body is completely betraying you."

"W-what," you exclaimed, horrified at the revelation that your housemates and classmates could have been able to tell whenever you were horny. He continued whispering in your ear, "Yes, and you smell absolutely fucking delicious.  You also smell like you're getting wetter every second."  Your stomach felt like it was doing flips in your body. 

Asmo didn't tell you that humans had scents, too! 

"A-aren't you a-and Diavolo close, though? Should... should you even be telling me this?"

"Tell me to stop, then," he said, bringing his lips down to your neck. Between sloppy, drunken kisses to your neck and collarbone, he said, "If you... tell me to... I'll stop... right now.  Just... say the word."

Your eyes met his, the red of his eyes was flaming with desire, and you whispered, "I think... I don't want you to stop, Lucifer."  And that was all he needed before he slammed his lips desperately against yours.  His hands moved down your body, one wrapping behind you and squeezing your ass, the other reaching down and rubbing your clothed clit.  He asked you, "Do you think or do you know?  I need to know that you know you want this.  That you want me.  Will you be mine, if only for this evening, Y/N?"

A soft moan left your lips and you said, "Yes, I know I want you.  I want to feel you.  And I want to make you feel good."  At the sound of your consent, he picked you up and brought you over to his bed.  

As he placed you on your back onto his bed, you stretched out and rolled onto your stomach. "Your bed is so comfy," you moaned into the mattress. Lucifer jumped on the bed, hovering over you with his hands and knees caging you.  He leaned down to your ear, a devilish laugh in his voice.

"All the better to fuck you on, my darling."

Chapter 8: Within the Realm of Human Normality?

Summary:

Lucifer turns your world upside down for a little while. Literally.

Notes:

CW: Romantic sex, demon sex on the ceiling

invert
verb
in·vert in-ˈvərt
1: to reverse in position, order, or relationship
2: to turn inside out or upside down

"All the better to fuck you on, my darling."

That's what you heard Lucifer whisper before there was a muffled whoosh behind you.  You twisted your body slightly to look back to see him in his demon form.  Lucifer had horns on the side of his head that looped forward slightly and curved up, four black feathered wings, and a black diamond mark in the middle of his forehead.  It was difficult to make out his outfit from your angle, though it looked like a black suit and a black coat with red lining; however, it wasn't quite relevant because he was quickly working on removing his clothing. 

Once he had completely stripped off his clothing, he rolled you over and began slowly removing your clothes. He didn't make eye contact with you until you were completely naked. There were no words spoken between the two of you for several seconds as you hungrily looked over each other's bodies.

"You're breathtaking," Lucifer whispered, finally breaking the silence. "You are, too," you said quietly, smiling up at him, "Are you sure about this, Lucifer?"

"Behind the closed door of my bedroom, call me Luci," he said, leaning down to press a passionate kiss to your lips. Your hands found their way to his soft black hair and you lightly grazed your fingernails along his scalp.  You felt his fingers slowly caressing the wet lips at the apex of your thighs.  

He dug his arms under your back and rolled over so you were on top of him. He quietly said, "It's a school night, so don't have very long, my darling.  I'd like you to be on top so I can watch you come undone on me."  You agreed and got up on your knees, lining your entrance up with his large erect dick.  Much like Mammon, Lucifer was very well-endowed.

As you slowly lowered yourself onto Lucifer, you closed your eyes and threw your head back and moaned in pleasure.  Lucifer felt amazing inside you, stretching your walls perfectly.  You heard him whisper what sounded like another incantation and felt as his hands quickly found purchase on your hips.  Suddenly, though, you felt your stomach roll and a sudden rush of blood shoot to your head.  

When you opened your eyes, you realized you were no longer on the bed.  Instead of lying on the bed, Lucifer's back was now against the ceiling and you were dangling below him.  The only thing preventing you from falling was his grip on your hips. 

"THE FUCK?! LUCIFER!"

Lucifer smirked and said, "Screaming my name already, my darling?  And here I've hardly even begun to fuck you yet."

"Why are we upside down!?  Why the fuck are we on the ceiling!?"

"Oh, my sweet," he said, a mocking smirk on his face, "you really expected sex with me to stay within the realm of human normality?"

"W-well, I definitely wasn't expecting... this!"

"I won't let you fall. I'll give you love like you never experienced in the human world," Lucifer said, repositioning his hands on your hips, "But, mmm, if only you knew how hard your walls squeezed my cock when you were startled." You glared at him and he let out a genuine chuckle.

"Now, can we continue, Y/N?"

"Yes.  But... I dunno how to ride a dick upside down like this."

"Oh!  No, my darling, you won't be doing any of the work.  For now, I just want to watch you."

At that, he held your hips even more tightly and began mercilessly slamming your hips against his.  He didn't need you to move, he didn't require you to do anything; you felt like you were Lucifer's own personal little fuck doll for him to pleasure himself with and you loved every moment of it. You moaned loudly as he bounced you on his dick.  

The room was filled with the lewd slick sounds of Lucifer pounding your pussy, his pleasured grunts, and your moans. Occasionally, there was also the sound of his wings flapping in pleasure against the ceiling.  "You're so tight, my darling," Lucifer cooed at you, "Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes, Luci."

"I'm getting close. Will you cum with me?"

"Mmm-hmm," you whimpered.  Between the way he was fucking you so hard and the fact that the blood was rushing to your head, you were getting to a point that you couldn't even form words. 

Realizing this, Lucifer quickly moved his hands from your hips to your lower back as he flipped over so you now had your back against the ceiling.  "Oh, fuck," you yelled, "Don't drop me, Luci!"  Lucifer sputtered a laugh and said, "I'd never drop you.  Hold onto me, my darling."  You held into one of his horns with one hand, wrapped your other arm around his neck, and wrapped your legs around his waist as he began quickly fucking you again.  His hand reached down and began slowly rubbing your clit as he fucked you.  You whimpered and you started to feel your legs getting weak.  "Oh, yes, Luci," you cooed, "I feel so good with you inside me."

"Dammit, I want so badly to cum inside you.  I want to make you mine," he confessed, his voice deep with lust, "But that could cause so much trouble for all of us."  He continued slamming his hips against yours so hard that you would be amazed if the insides of your thighs weren't bruised in the morning.  

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  I'm gonna cum, Luci!"

"Me, too, my love.  Cum on my cock, darling.  I want to feel you come undone on me."

With a screaming orgasm, your walls tensed around him.  He had to quickly pull out and his cum shot up his body, onto his abs.  You both panted, coming down from your orgasmic highs.  

Lucifer whispered a new incantation and the two of you slowly drifted downward from the ceiling onto his mattress, careful to avoid the puddle of cum still on his abdomen.  You rolled onto your back on his mattress, still trying to get your bearings on what had just happened.

Lucifer's wings and horns retracted and leaned over to his end table to retrieve a handkerchief to wipe himself off.   "It's late," you whined, "I should prolly get to my room and shower off."  "Yes, but before you go, I have to give you something," Lucifer said, rising from his bed and going to his en suite.  

You began putting your clothes back on and he came out of the bathroom with a bottle of scent soap.  "That's right," you remembered, "He doesn't know that I know about scent marks."

"When you shower tonight, scrub with this soap or my brothers will be able to smell me on you.  Your classmates could possibly smell it, too."

"Sure," you said, "I'll go do that now."

There was an uncomfortable pause between the both of you after he handed over the soap.  "Well," you finally said, "I guess I'll head out now."  Before you could turn to face the bedroom door, he cradled your face in his hands and pressed a tender kiss to your lips.  "Thank you for letting me indulge in your body, my darling.  Sweet dreams tonight," he said.  "Oh, I'm sure I'll have sweet dreams," you giggled and turned to leave the room. 

As you entered the hallway, you instantly went into stealth mode.  You didn't need anyone smelling Lucifer on you, so you cautiously looked around each and every corner as you crept down the hall, down the stairs, and into your room.  To the best of your knowledge, no one caught you.

You hurried straight into the bathroom, stripped down, grabbed a towel and washcloth, and turned the shower on.  You used the scent soap Lucifer gave you and meticulously cleaned every crack and crevice of your body.  You even used it in your hair before using your regular shampoo.  When you were finally content with your cleanliness, you got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in the towel.

You stepped out of the bathroom and saw Mammon sitting in your bed.  "Fuck, you scared me," you yelled.  "Sorry, Y/N.  I just, umm, I had to see ya," he said, blushing as he looked at you in just a towel.

You weren't sure if he could smell Lucifer on you, but you tried to play it off, "Any particular reason?"

"I dunno.  I mean, ya weren't on my mind all night or anythin'.  I just hadn't talked to ya a lot recently.  Why don'tcha, umm... come over here?"

"Sure.  Lemme just get some clothes on and--"

"DON'T!"

You tilted your head in confusion and he continued, "Don't worry about gettin' clothes on.  What I wanna do with ya doesn't... umm... doesn't require ya to be in clothes."

"What do you... Oh.  OH!"

"Yeah.  Now, take that towel off and come get on me.  I mean, only if ya wanna..."

You didn't plan on sex with multiple people in one evening, but this was your Mammon and you weren't about to decline.

Chapter 9: I Can Smell You. I Can Smell Him.

Summary:

You learn about Mammon's feelings after a rendezvous with him. In the morning, you have an unexpected encounter with Belphie.

Notes:

CW: Fellatio, vaginal sex, praise kink, love confession, discussion of demon mating/heat/procreation, surprise cuddles

 

**TW: Degradation**

enigma
noun
enig·ma i-ˈnig-mə e-
1: something hard to understand or explain
2: an inscrutable or mysterious person

 

You walked to your bed and climbed on Mammon's lap, straddling him.  You joked, "So, you said I wasn't on your mind all night, huh?"

"Well, I mean... I missed ya at dinner."

"Just at dinner?"

He was about to say something, but you rolled your hips against his clothed erection.  You asked again, "Only at dinner, Mammon?"  He muttered a chain of expletives under his breath and put his hands on your hips.  You pressed your forehead against his and he asked, "C-can I have you again?"

"Of course, my love."

You reached down and grabbed his black t-shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the side.  You scooted off of his lap to allow him the space he needed to remove his jeans and boxers. 

Fuck, he had an amazing body. 

You crawled back over to him and took him in your hands, slowly stroking him a few times before you leaned down to kiss the head of his dick.  He shuttered at your touch and ran his hands through your hair, "Ooh, darlin', don't stop."  You swirled your tongue around the tip before you started quickly bobbing your head on his dick, taking as much of him in your mouth as you possibly could.  

You heard him say the soundproofing spell again before loudly moaning, "Holy fuck, baby.  Please, please keep goin'."  You continued sucking his dick and brought one of your hands to his balls and began massaging them. 

"Get up and ride me," he gently ordered you.  You gave his dick one more lick from the base to the tip before rising onto your knees to line yourself up with him.  You slowly slid your pussy down the length of his dick. 

He reclined back on your pillows and rested one arm behind his head and used the hand of his other arm to massage your clit as you rode him. 

Mammon's eyelids were heavy as he watched you.  The way you bit your lip, the way your tits jiggled with each bounce on him, each little whine that escaped your lips as you sunk down on him; he was absolutely love drunk on you.

Similarly, you were love drunk on him.  His face was blushing furiously and his blue eyes were glazed over with lust and all you could think was, "That's a sight I'll never get tired of.  He's gonna fuck around and make me fall in love."  You found yourself smiling at him. 

"What're you smilin' at like that?"

"You, Mammon," you slowed down on him and said, "I was just thinking about how much I... enjoy... you."

Oh, that was real fucking smooth. 

"Enjoy me?  You just enjoy this big demon dick in your pussy," Mammon said, bucking his hips up, causing you to moan his name.  "No," you said, "It's... it's, umm, my feelings are stronger than that."

His eyes widened and you instantly wanted to take back what you said.  "Fuck," you said, "I don't think I meant for that to come out quite like that.  Just, umm--"

In a quick motion, he sat back up, wrapped his arms tightly around you and pressed a deep kiss to your lips.  You continued riding him as your tongue danced with his.  Mammon ran his fingertips up and down your back, causing goosebumps on your skin. His lips parted from yours and he looked into your eyes. 

"I have strong feelings for ya, too, Y/N."

But... he's not gonna say "love," is he?

You pressed your forehead against his and whispered, "Am I wrong for this?  Are we wrong?"

"Prolly.  But, nothin' about us feels wrong to me.  I just barely met ya, but... you're the only thing that's felt right for me in a long time."

He laid back again as he did before, one arm behind his head and his other hand rubbing your clit.  You started moving slowly up and down his length.  "You're doin' so good takin' my dick, baby," he said to you, "Fuck, you're bein' such a good girl ridin' me like this."

"You like that?"

"Yes.  Oh, fuck, you're the best, baby.  Keep goin' like that and your gonna make me cum."

"I'm about to cum, too, my love."

He moved his hands to your thighs and started to rub them.  "You're such a good girl.  But, you're doin' all the work.  Let me take over."  His lips took yours in another kiss before he rolled both of you over so he was on top, his dick still inside you.  As he started grinding into you, you brought your hands up to his hair.  It was your turn to praise him as he fucked you.  "You're such a good boy, my love.  My Mammoney," you cooed, "So good at fucking me.  So good at making me cum."  

"Cum for me, treasure."

Almost like he'd flipped a switch on your body, you automatically started to cum.  "FUCK, YES, MAMMON!  FUCK," you screamed out, "FUCK, YOU'RE THE BEST!"

He quickly pulled out and shot a stream of hot cum on your stomach as he moaned out, "Oh, fuck, I love ya."  There was a sudden look of horror on his face; though you couldn't tell if it was because he didn't mean it or because he meant it, but didn't mean to say it right then.  His skin was practically red from embarrassment, though. 

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds.  You asked him, "D-do you?  For real?"

"I... I didn't, umm... I didn't mean to say that."

"Oh..."

"It was just, I dunno, like a reflex or somethin'.  I ain't meant to make ya uncomfortable or nothin'," he looked away, "I do really like ya.  I'm sorry if I made this awkward for--"

"Well, I do love you.  You don't have to return my feelings, but I just wanted to let you know," you said, trying to sound nonchalant, "But, would you mind getting a towel for me, please?"

"Yeah," he exclaimed, jumping up and going into your bathroom.

Well, guess he won't say he loves you back...

Mammon returned with a towel and started wiping your stomach off.  He sighed and said, "I'm, not, umm... good with words, exactly.  I've never really been in love before.  So, I dunno if that's what I'm feelin' for ya."

"THE Great Mammon has never been in love!?"

"I dunno.  I've been in a lot of, I dunno... relationships that weren't real relationships.  I don't consider havin' someone you call for sex on a regular basis to be a relationship," he looked back at you to see how you reacted.

"Mmm, I mean, that's not what a lot of humans would consider a conventional relationship.  But, you're not a human.  Maybe that is a conventional demon relationship."

"Nah.  It's common, yeah, but demons can fall in love and have a dedicated partner to marry and, umm... mate with."

The last two words he said were spoken so low that you weren't quite sure whether you heard them correctly?  You asked, "You said to 'mate with?'"  He blushed again and said, "Y-yeah.  Umm, to... okay, demons go into heat sometimes and demons either lock ourselves in our room and let it pass on its own or we have a mate.  I've heard it's much more comfortable for demons who have dedicated mates that they go through it with all the time."

"Wow," you exclaimed, sitting up, "that's actually really interesting.  Is that the only time demons procreate?"  

"Why're ya askin' me about makin' babies!?"

"I dunno.  I'm just curious."

"No!  It's not the only time.  That's why I pull out and don't cum in ya," his bright red face was an interesting contrast to his white hair. 

"Boy, you're blushing so much that your scalp is red!"

Mammon whined and got up from the bed to retrieve his scattered clothing.  Muttering under his breath, Mammon griped, "Damn Y/N... got me over here thinkin' 'bout havin' babies an' shit... tryna get ME fucked up?"

"Oh, hush," you said, lying back on your bed, "And throw me some panties since you're over by my dresser."  He located a pair of panties and tossed them to you.  He asked, "What about a bra?"

"No."

"Shirt?"

"No, I'm good."

"Are... are ya really gonna sleep in just panties?"

"Yup!  Y'know, you're welcome to join me."

"Nah, Lucifer'd kill me.  'specially if he caught me in your bed with ya just wearin' panties."

"Okay.  Well, good night."

"G'night, darlin'.  See ya tomorrow."

Later on, just as you started to doze off, you heard your D.D.D. buzz.  You checked the screen and saw a new text:

Mammon: ILY

You squealed into your pillow.  He actually said it back (kind of)!

You: ILY2

You put your D.D.D. on the table next to your bed and fell asleep.

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You woke up on your side, feeling an arm draped on your hip and the warmth of someone breathing on the back of your neck.  Did Mammon change his mind and come back to you?  You looked down at the arm that was on you, but saw a pale hand with cerulean fingernails. Belphie!?  

Wait, didn't he hate you?  WAIT, AND YOU'RE ONLY IN YOUR PANTIES?!  Shit!

"You're awake," Belphie muttered, keeping his eyes closed. 

You sat up, pulling the comforter up to cover your breasts, and turned to face him, "Good morning, Belphie.  Umm, what're you doing here?"

"I wanted to cuddle with someone. Cuddling with my brothers is weird, so I figured I'd come in here.  And it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Plus," Belphie opened his eyes and sat up, his expression suddenly turned devious, "I know you won't snitch on me. Otherwise, I'll snitch on you."

"For what?"

"I can smell you. I can smell him."

"Wh-what?  What're you talking about?"

"Don't play the part of an innocent, dumb human," Belphie scowled as he spoke, "You fucked Mammon last night.  I can smell him on you."

"Oh," you said.  There was no point in arguing or denying it.  You hadn't showered afterward since you'd already gotten a shower after being with Lucifer and figured you could shower before school.  You didn't count on Belphie creeping into your room in the night. 

"You know, Y/N, I didn't think you would be that easy.  Have you even fucked Lord Diavolo yet?  Or did you let Mammon get you first? Slut. Tell me, how did my idiot brother somehow manage to seduce you to actually fuck him?  And, just so you know," Belphie smirked, "fucking Mammon won't make you special to him.  He's not exactly discriminating in who he bangs.  He'll fuck anyone with a working sex organ and a bank account."

Okay, that stung.

"Shut up, Belphegor. Shut up or get out of my bed."

"I'll shut up about that.  I'm just curious about something."

"And what's that?"

Belphie brought a hand up to cradle your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb.  Looking into your eyes with his heavy-lidded eyes, he asked, "Would you wanna fuck me, too?"

"I thought you hate humans."

"Oh, I do; most humans, at least. You don't seem like a mere human to me, though.  You're an enigma," Belphie said, still stroking your cheek, "You're a mystery I want to solve, Y/N.  So, would you let me fuck you?"

"Why?  So you can use it against me?"

"No.  Never," he said, his tone the most sincere you'd ever heard him speak.

There was an awkward silence before he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours.  You fell backward, Belphie landing on top of you.  He continued kissing you deeply, lacing his fingers with yours as he held both of your hands above you on the bed.  How was he such an asshole to you, but kissed with such tenderness?  Your legs wrapped around his waist and you felt his erection press against you, causing you to moan into the kiss.  He whispered desperately in your ear, "Fuck, Y/N, you're the only human in centuries to do this to me.  You have no idea how bad I want to pound your whore pussy right now."

"Wait... the scent of your brother doesn't bother you?"

"Nope.  It just tells me you're a dirty little slut and I fucking love it, Y/N.  I mean," Belphie let out a cynical chuckle, "you're supposed to be married off to Lord Diavolo, but you're over here fucking my lame, greedy brother?  You'd rather let a good-for-nothing actually defile you than a literal prince.  Like, you actually let Mammon put his scent on you.  Tell me, did you let him spill inside you?  If I were to, perhaps, spread your legs right now, would his cum leak out of your pussy?"

Why was this turning you on?

You shook your head no and he said, "Well, you should let me cum in you sometime. Only in your mouth, though; we'd both probably get murdered by Lord Diavolo if I fucked a litter of cambion into your pussy.  But, fuck, you'd look hot with that pretty mouth full of my cum.  Is that something you'd want, azizam?"**  

"Yeah," you coyly admitted. "Good," he said, "I fully intend on holding you to that sometime."  He got off of you, stretched, and rolled on his side to face away from you. 

"Sometime? So... not right now, then?"

"Alas, as much as I'd love to abuse your wet human pussy and fill your mouth, it's a school day today.  You should probably get a shower and wash that greedy fucker's scent off you so your future hubby doesn't smell him on you at school today. That's not to say I wouldn't love marking you, too.  That way, Lord Diavolo can smell me and Mammon on you.  We can let him know how... popular his slutty human wife is."

WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS TURNING YOU ON SO MUCH?

Belphie was right, though. Washing thoroughly with the scent soap would be a good idea. You never knew how close you would get to Lord Diavolo on any given day and you were sure that Mammon's scent on you would cause some problems. 

You asked Belphie, "You wanna take a shower with me?"

"Mmm... I'd rather not.  I will go back to sleep here for a little while longer, though."

In the shower, you thoroughly scrubbed your body from head to toe with that soap. It would help so much if there was a way for you to be able to smell the scent marks to be sure you were presentable. You dressed and did your hair and makeup for the day.  When you left the bathroom, Belphie was nowhere to be found in your room. 

You saw your D.D.D. light up on the table next to your bed. You picked it up and saw you had a new message:

Diavolo: Good morning, dearest!  Can you please come straight to my office at lunch?  I'd like to see you today.

You smirked and replied back.

You: Oooh, are you bringing me lunch?

Diavolo: Hmm... we'll see.  ;) ;) ;)

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**azizam - Persian term of general endearment, not necessarily romantic, which means "my dear"

Chapter 10: So Beautiful. So, So Tempting

Summary:

You spend some alone time with Diavolo. Some chatty demonesses later make you have your doubts about Mammon. After that, in your spells class, you have an unusual interaction with Satan.

Notes:

CW: Fingering, fellatio, discussion of prior drug use.

palatable
adjective
pal·at·able ˈpa-lə-tə-bəl
1: agreeable to the palate or taste
2: agreeable or acceptable to the mind

As you entered Diavolo's office at lunchtime and shut the door quietly behind you, he swept you up in his arms and kissed you.  Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he greedily groped your ass.  As you ran your fingers through his hair, he deepened the kiss, casually slipping his tongue into your mouth. His kiss tasted surprisingly good, like lemongrass tea.  

Breaking the kiss, Diavolo said, "Yesterday, you teased me so.  I've had nothing but dirty thoughts of you all day."

"Wait, what did I do?"

"You had fallen asleep at the castle yesterday and I'll never forget your exact words.  'I thought you were gonna be rough with me.  I thought sex with a demon like you could quite literally fuck me up.'  Dearest, I'll be as rough with you as you want me to be; however, I think it's best to wait until our wedding night."

Oh, fuck.  I repeated what I said to Mammon that night after The Fall.  Did I say Mammon's name?

"So, did I... say anything else?"

"No. It's been playing out in my mind ever since then.  I strongly debated on telling Lucifer to leave us and then taking you right there in my study."  

Diavolo, still holding you, walked you over and sat you on his desk. He timidly asked, "May I touch you?  Inside your warmth, that is."

"Sure," you said.  You were apprehensive, but slipped your shoes off, spread your legs and brought your feet up to the desk, hoping to give him the best access to you. You leaned back on your hands and watched him curiously examine your womanhood. "You're so wet," he observed, "So beautiful.  So, so tempting." He moved your panties to the side and slowly slid two fingers into your wet pussy. He curled his fingers upward, causing you to moan lightly.  

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Shh, Y/N. I don't want anyone to hear us."

Why didn't he just put a soundproofing spell on the door like Mammon and Lucifer did?

You caught yourself before you'd asked him about it.  You were sure he'd have a lot of questions if you had knowledge of that type of spell. 

He stroked his fingers expertly inside you, using his thumb to circle your clit, and began whispering desires to you. "If I could be alone with you, properly alone, I'd absolutely love nothing more than to take you for hours.  I'd make love to you until you told me you couldn't possibly take anymore. I'd want to cum inside you, Y/N.  Would you allow me to cum inside you and give you my seed, dearest?"

"Yes," you whimpered, trying not to moan out as he continued his ministrations, "I want to feel your cum inside me."  "Mmm, such a naughty girl.  That's so hot, my dearest.  I know you're the perfect human to have been summoned for me," he said, slowly removing his fingers from you. He brought his dampened fingers to his lips and put them in his mouth. "Sorry," he admitted, "I had to.  The smell of your juices was just so good that I had to have a taste."

Oh, the look of pleasure on his face was so sexy...

Timidly, Diavolo asked, "May I feel your mouth?" He ran the palm of his hand along his clothed erection so there was no question of what he was asking of you. You nodded and said, "Of course, my love.  Go sit down."  He removed his jacket and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as he sat down in the chair at his desk. 

You asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to take off my panties and ride you?  I promise I'll be quiet."

"We can't, sweetheart.  Even if we didn't wait until after the wedding, once I start with you, I'm not going to want to stop for a while.  And your lunch break will be over soon."

He slid his pants down a little and pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few languid strokes as you seductively walked toward him. So, you took your place, kneeling on the floor between his slightly spread legs.  Diavolo was frighteningly well-endowed. Your jaw hurt just looking at him.  His dick was huge, as were his balls.  

You prided yourself on giving phenomenal blow jobs; however, you weren't sure you'd be able to do all that much with that much dick. Maybe you could fit the head in your mouth, but not much more than that. When you did have sex with him for the first time, would you even be able to walk after that?

Well, here goes nothing...

Watching the pleasured expressions on his face, you slowly ran your tongue from the base of his dick to the head, circling your tongue around the very tip. You licked up his salty precum, eliciting a quiet groan from him. 

You spat the palm of your hand and used your saliva to help stroke him while you brought your mouth to the tip of his dick. Even though you opened your mouth as wide as you could, you were still only able to fit the head in your mouth. So, you stroked his length and suckled on the head, staring longingly into his beautiful golden eyes as you did so. In that moment, his eyes looked like they were glowing. Occasionally, you'd pull your head back slightly so he could watch you swirl your tongue around the tip. 

He ran his hands through your hair and reclined back in his chair as he spoke praises to you. "Fuck, you're so fucking good at this, Y/N," he groaned, "You're better at it than most succubi.  Holy shit.  I wish you didn't have to stop and go back to class so soon.  Your mouth is so amazing, my dearest.  Your lips are so beautiful wrapped around me."

You continued stroking and sucking for a few more seconds before he grabbed your shoulders and gently pushed you off of him. He quickly stood and leaned over a wastebasket nearby and ejaculated into it. 

"Sorry.  I... I wanted to cum in your mouth, but I don't want anyone to smell my scent so strongly on you, Y/N."

You nodded and rose to your feet, saying, "Yeah, I don't think our relationship would be very secret if I walked around with your mark on me."

"Wait! Are you, umm... you already know about demon scent marks?"

Oh, fuck... umm... how do I answer this and not throw anyone under the bus?

You smiled and said, "Oh, well... I was, umm, curious about how humans and demons are different in the way of... sex and stuff.  I asked Asmo to tell me a little bit about it and that's one of the things he told me about."  

"Good!  Good.  If I'd trust anyone to help quench my dearest's thirst for sexual knowledge, it would definitely be Asmodeus. You shouldn't have a noticeable scent on you from sucking me alone, so not to worry."

As Diavolo pulled his pants up, you walked toward the door and said, "Well, I guess I should be on my way, then.  I'll see you--"

"Are you hungry?"

You turned to Diavolo and said, "Yeah, a little.  I'll be okay, though."  "No, no," Diavolo said, pulling a wallet out of his jacket, "I've monopolized your time. Take this and go to Hells Kitchen after school.  Get anything you want."  He handed you a stack of several 100.00 Grimm bills.  You thought it rude to count it right in front of him, so you tucked the cash into your coat pocket, smiled, and thanked him with a kiss. 

"Anything for you, my love.  Anything you need, just let me know," Diavolo said. 

After leaving his office, you hurried into the bathroom and locked yourself in a bathroom stall to count the money.  2,000.00 Grimm!?  "Jeez, I think a burger there is only... 10.00 Grimm? This is kind of a lot for that. I guess that's the benefit of being Diavolo's future wife," you thought, placing the money back in your pocket. 

Before you unlocked the stall door, you heard a few chatty demonesses come in.  Voice One said, "Ugh, Mammon wouldn't even look at me today.  Can you believe it?"  Voice Two replied, "I can't believe him.  He's been all over that little human since classes started back."  Voice Three said, "Just give him a few weeks.  He'll get tired of her."

You felt your heart sinking.  

Voice One: "I hope so.  You know, when we went to The Fall the Saturday before school started, he was supposed to meet me there and come to my house after.  He disappeared and didn't even call or text."

Voice Three: "Y'all two didn't fuck? That's a first."

Voice One: "WE DIDN'T!  Can you believe that!?  He literally ditched me that night!"

The three voices continued chatting and you thought, "He ditched someone to go home with me instead?"  The words of the demonesses and Belphie played in your head. 

"...fucking Mammon won't make you special to him."

"He's been all over that little human..."

"He'll fuck anyone with a working sex organ and a bank account."

"He'll get tired of her."

Maybe you really weren't special to him.  Maybe you were just another notch in Mammon's bedpost.

The chatty demonesses quickly left the bathroom, but not a moment too soon for you.  When you were sure they had left, you took a deep breath and walked out of the stall to head to your next class.  You tried to clear your mind.

Your next class was your spells class with Belphie and Satan.  After your morning... discussion with Belphie, you were prepared for some awkward glances from him; however, he slept contently through the whole class. 

While you were working on your class work, there was a culinary-based spell that you were having a considerable amount of trouble with, so you went over to the assistant teacher desk where Satan was sitting.  "Hey, stranger," you whispered, not wanting to disturb any other students, "could you help me with the sweetening spell?  I just keep making, I dunno, salt or something."  Satan chuckled and whispered back, "Sure.  Pull up a chair."

You pulled a nearby chair up to the desk, sitting next to Satan.  You handed him the paper with the spell pronunciation and he looked at it to see if it was accurate.  You expected him to tell you immediately that you were off by a syllable or tone, but he took the opportunity to change the subject entirely.  He quietly said, "Y/N, I've been meaning to apologize to you for a while now."

"Apologize? For what?"

"My actions and the things I said that night that we were all at The Fall.  I was incredibly intoxicated and under the influence of a hallucinogen, so I have no clear memory of it; however, Asmo filled me in on my... words and actions.  I almost never use psychoactives or partake in sexual acts in public.  I was very high and not in touch with reality at that time.  Again, I apologize."

You recalled some of the things Satan said that evening.  "I've got a really comfortable place where you can come sit, Y/N." ... "Mammon, c'mere and my girl will let you have a turn with her."

You shook your head, almost as though trying to shake the memory of those statements out of your head.  "It's no big deal," you replied, "We were all a little intoxicated in one capacity or another."  Satan smiled at you, glad that you were understanding of his actions.  You continued, "I won't judge you for that.  I know you didn't mean it and that you were kidding."

Satan looked down at the spell and said, "Well, some would say that alcohol is a truth serum; also, that a lot of truth is spoken in jest."  He looked back into your eyes and leaned a little closer.  His eyes were startlingly beautiful to you.  They were a dark emerald green with a yellow shine, almost like light reflecting off a smooth gemstone.  There was more in them, though.  His eyes held a deviance and treachery in them that was...  sexy? Yeah. Overwhelmingly sexy, actually. You were at a loss for words and just uttered, "Uh-huh."

"Well, you're off by a word on this spell," he abruptly changed the subject, crossing out the incorrect word written on your paper and writing the appropriate one above it, "Try saying it with this and see whether it works.  If not, come back to me."  You saw a smirk on his face as you rose from the chair.

Of course was smirking.  As if being with Diavolo wasn't enough, you were horny again from just looking into Satan's eyes. Given your close proximity to him, you could tell that Satan was picking up on your scent.

Chapter 11: If You Say So, Levi.

Summary:

Your shy otaku friend opens up to you about something he likes.

Notes:

CW: Discussion of menstruation, mention of menophilia ("menstruation kink")

slither
verb
slith·er ˈsli-t͟hər
1: to slide on or as if on a loose gravelly surface
2: to slip or slide like a snake

A few days later, you were using the bathroom between classes when you realized you were blessed with your monthly curse.  In a panic, you figured you should visit the school nurse.  Bleeding around demons, you were certain, made you a sitting duck.  You unceremoniously rolled up some toilet paper and shoved it in your underwear until you could get some supplies. 

Mammon was in a class on the other side of the building, so Levi was the one helping escort you between classes that morning.  When you left the bathroom, you said, "Hey, Levi.  I... need to go see the nurse."

"Y-you alright?"

"No.  Yeah.  No.  I don't know.  It's, umm... a maybe human problem?"  The more that you thought about it, you didn't know whether or not demons menstruated.  "Oh.  Okay.  L-let's go, then," he said. 

As the two of you reached the nurse's office, you told Levi he could wait outside.  "N-no, Lucifer said I need to stay with you the whole time," Levi said.  

When you entered the nurse's office, you were greeted by a female-presenting shapeshifter, which was mildly more comforting than a demon.  They asked, "Can I help you?"

"Yes," you said, "I need to speak with someone about... umm... I dunno.  A-are you familiar with human... bodily functions?  Particularly that of people born with... female genitalia?"

Levi, who'd been looking nervously at the ground, suddenly stared in your direction when he heard "genitalia."  You felt his eyes on you; however, when you turned your head to look at him, he looked down at the floor in an awful attempt to use his hair as a curtain to hide his red face.  It was kind of cute to see a literal demon get embarrassed like that.  He was kind of cute, now that you really thought about it. 

The nurse said, "Yes, I'm mildly familiar with it.  Can you step around into the hallway over there --" they gestured to the left "-- and go to exam room 3."  You started walking in that direction and Levi followed you.  "Y'know, if you feel awkward, you can wait out here," you offered.  He laughed awkwardly and said, "Nah.  I'm sure this is j-just some normie shit."  You shrugged and said, "If you say so, Levi."

Well, this was gonna be interesting...

In the exam room, you explained to the nurse that you were on your period and 1) You didn't know whether there were pads, tampons, etc. in the Devildom and 2) You weren't sure if you were in danger being around demons when you had an active menstrual flow.  Occasionally, you glanced at Levi out of the corner of your eye.  Part of you was impressed that he hadn't fainted from hearing so much about a human's period, but he was still sitting there with his face looking as red as an angry sunset. 

Fortunately, the nurse said that there were menstrual supplies in the Devildom due to similar discharge that occurred during demoness heat cycles, which was news to you.  The nurse gave you a small box of pads and explained where to go to get more.  Then, they recommended that you stay home for the next two days.  "The scent of the blood is strongest for the first couple of days," they said, "and this flow will likely be enticing to demons.  When you came here for your exchange program, I'm sure Lord Diavolo considered the human cycles.  Perhaps, you should let him know what's going on and see how they can best accommodate you with your classes.  For now, though, I'll write a note to excuse you from classes and such for the next few days.  I'd recommend going straight home.  Leviathan?"

Levi, wide-eyed and frantic, looked at the nurse.  They continued, "Are you... okay to accompany Y/N home?"

Translation: Will he try to eat you between now and the time you're able to safely hide in your room?

"Y-yeah.  I'm... I'm fine.  Seriously!  LOL.  Totally good."

The nurse gave you the excuse note and dismissed both of you. 

On the way home, Levi was walking quite close to you.  While the two of you walked, you asked, "Levi, are you sure you're okay?  I was worried talking about periods and stuff would freak you out."

"LOL!  Nah.  It's... it's alright.  I'm kinda familiar with... that."

"Periods?  Really?"

"They're kinda... kinda hot.  I've seen these videos where--"

He proceeded to discuss some of the things he's watched on the demon equivalent of PornHub.  

Of course there would be a demon equivalent of PornHub.  And of course there would be human menstruation hentai on it.  And of course the resident otaku would turn out to have a menstruation kink.  Because, at this point, why the fuck should anything surprise you anymore?

When you got to the house, you started to walk in the direction of your room; however, something stopped you. 

You mentally screamed at yourself, "STOP!  DON'T DO IT!  DON'T YOU DARE, BITCH!  YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, BITCH!"  

Fuck it - technically you were already there...

"Hey, Levi!"

He looked in your direction and you said, "Hey, I... my panties got a little blood in them from before I realized it started.  Would... would you want them?"

You're pretty sure he stopped breathing in the few seconds before he weakly nodded.  In that moment, you couldn't help but wonder what other stuff that man was into. 

 

After you'd given Levi your period-stained panties, you changed into some unfortunate-looking period panties, a tank top, and shorts and settled in your room to text Diavolo and let him know what's going on. 

You:  Sooo... my period started.  The nurse recommended staying home for the first few days of it.  What do I do for my classes and stuff?

He must have been looking at his phone because you got some responses from him almost immediately. 

Diavolo:  Yes.  Just isolate for the next few days.  
Diavolo:  I'll have someone bring your work for the next couple days to you.  I'll have a box of pads delivered to you, as well.
Diavolo: Are you in a lot of pain, dearest?  Is there anything I can do to help you? 

You:  No, I think I'll be okay for now. 

You got a text notification from Mammon less than a minute after that.

Mammon:  Diavolo just sent us all a message to stay away from ya.  Soooo... why?

You:  Are you familiar with human periods?

Mammon: OH!!  Ummmm... Say no more.  I'll see ya in a couple of days, I guess. 
Mammon:  In the meantime, I'll be thinkin about ya. ;)

No one was home, so you snuck into the kitchen to get some of those Pop-Tart things.  But there were also some chips in the cabinet.  Those looked good, so you took them, too.  And that human realm coconut water?  Oh, that was coming with you, too.  

You settled in your room and watched some videos on DevilTube.  You had every intention of staying awake, snacking, and watching videos; however, your body had other ideas.  Fatigue finally caught up with you and you dozed off.

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You woke up a few hours later.  "Ugh, I'd better go change my pad," you groggily thought.  You tried to sit up, but realized that there was an arm across your torso.  

Mammon?  Belphie?  

You looked to your side and saw none other than Levi, his orange eyes staring hungrily at you.  

Did no one know how to fucking knock in this house?!  

It wasn't until a broad smile crept across his face that you saw fangs and realized he was in his demon form.  Behind him, his long snake tail was whipping back and forth like an agitated cat's tail.  He licked his tongue across his fangs and you noticed that even his tongue was snake-like; it was a little thinner and longer than his normal tongue and it was forked at the end.

Ooh, that was fucking hot...

"Hi, Y/N," Levi said, an uncharacteristically raspy quality to his voice.

You felt a cold chill run up your spine as you figured that this sexy, bloodthirsty snake demon was here to kill you.  

Chapter 12: We're a Little Bit Messy.

Summary:

Turns out that Levi was out for blood, but not in the way you thought. But, how will Mammon react when he finds out about your romp with Levi?

Notes:

CW: Some not-too-graphic period sex

dalliance
noun
dal·li·ance ˈda-lē-ən(t)s
: an act of dallying: such as
: PLAY
especially : amorous play

"Hi, Y/N."

"H-hey, you," you said, trying not to panic, "What's, uh, what's going on, Levi?"

No longer the insanely timid otaku, Levi said, "Hey, Y/N. I just wanted to come see you."

"Why?"

"Your panties were nice... but, can I get the real thing?"

You realized that he'd now turned you into a shy, stuttering mess, "S-so, y-you wanna... umm..."

"Wanna fuck you? Yes."

Okay, so the sexy snake demon wasn't looking to kill you. He just wanted to play.

He kept staring at you with that devious smile and you asked, "N-now? I'm kinda, umm... I mean, it's..." He raised his eyebrows, amused as he waited for you to find your words. "It's just... Levi, I've got a lot going on down there!"

"I know."

"And... and you still want to?"

"You've never had period sex before, Y/N?"

"Well, yeah, but it usually ends up, umm... a little... unpleasant to clean up."

Levi casually said, "That's what towels are for." You stared at him, dumbfounded. He continued, "Unless you aren't into it."

Without breaking eye contact, you pointed to your en suite and said, "Towels are in there." He scampered over to the bathroom like an excited puppy. Oh, the awkward Levi was definitely still in there.

Levi came back with two towels and an excited look on his face. You got off the bed while he quickly laid the towels out. You took the opportunity to really look at him. His horns were interesting, almost like branches coming out of his head. And with that sheer shirt under his hoodie, you could see that this man had some abs on him. Shy Levi was adorable, but bold/devious/demonic/horny Levi was intensely alluring.

He turned to you, quickly wrapping his long tail gently around your waist and pulling you close to him. He brought his lips to your skin, trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders. "I've wanted you so badly," he confessed, "and I'm so glad you're open to this with me." "Well, not gonna lie, it's definitely unexpected," you remarked, gently twisting a lock of his indigo hair around your finger.

"Mmm. Take your shorts and panties off and get on the bed," he seductively whispered in your ear, unwrapping his tail from around you; however, in a quick motion, he whipped his tail on your ass.

*THWACK*

YES, DADDY!!

Without giving it a second thought, you stripped off your shorts and panties and plopped down on the towels.

Levi removed his gloves and slowly pulled his pants down just enough for his hard dick to spring free. His dick was quite different from the other demon dicks you'd seen so far, sporting a few scale-shaped birthmarks, similar to the ones currently on his neck. The skin also had an iridescence to it. And there were... little metal balls on the head?

"Whatcha, umm... whatcha got going on down there, Levi?"

Levi looked down and said, "Huh? Oh, it's a magic cross piercing." With a smirk, he added, "Don't worry, Y/N. I think you'll enjoy it."

He got on the bed and gently spread your legs, situating himself between them on the bed. He was gazing down and taking in the sight of your dripping pussy. You asked, "You aren't grossed out, are you?"

"No. No! It's perfect," Levi looked into your eyes, "you're perfect."

Did you literally just melt?

He lined his dick up to your wetness slowly entered you, both of you moaning out in pleasure. He guided one of your legs up to his shoulder and you wrapped your other leg around his waist, pulling him deeper into you.

Yeah, you were definitely enjoying that piercing.

You frantically gestured in the direction of your bedroom door, saying, "Levi, Levi, Levi, say the spell thing! I don't want anyone to hear." He quirked an eyebrow at you. Hesitantly, he spoke the soundproofing spell before going back to slowly fucking you, staring down intently at the union of your bodies and observing how the redness was coating his dick.

"Fuck, this is so hot, Y/N," he whined out as he turned and pressed a tender kiss to the leg resting on his shoulder.

He began picking up his pace, causing the sound of loud squelching to fill the room. He reached down and used your wetness to coat his fingers before he began to rub your clit. "Fuck, Levi, don't stop," you whimpered, gripping your sheets.

"I'm so close already, though. You feel so good, baby," Levi said. He reached up with the hand that wasn't occupied with your clit, pushing your shirt up so he could see your breasts. He bit down on his lower lip. This would have been sexy in itself, but something about those fangs made it even more so.

Ooh, you could get used to bold Levi.

As he continued his quick pace of fucking you, he gazed at you with a look of... it wasn't quite lust. Maybe adoration? You couldn't quite place your finger on it.

In an unpredicted combination of maneuvers, he slammed into you at the perfect angle at the same time that he gently twisted your clit with one hand and nipple with the other, which caused you to automatically orgasm. You let out a scream of both pleasure and shock; it occurred to you that he just did the sexual equivalent of a video game cheat code on your body to make you cum.

After a few more moments, he also came, making sure to pull out and aim it downward at the towel on your bed instead of directly on you. His demon form quickly retracted and he stared into your eyes. He asked, "W-was... was this o-okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," you nodded, giving him a little smile, "But, how about we get in the shower and clean up? We're a little bit messy."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," he paused for a moment, "Y-you know, I... I think I'm gonna take these towels t-to the laundry room and wash them. I'll shower upstairs. Is... that okay?"

You said, "That's fine. Umm, well... I had fun, Levi." You rose from the bed and smiled at him. He briefly smiled back before awkwardly reaching for the soiled towels on the bed. When you went in the bathroom and shut the door behind you, he took the towels and scurried out the door.

Instead of taking the towels to the laundry room, he took them and headed toward the stairs to go up to his room.

You didn't suspect that Levi was going to take the towels anywhere other than the laundry room.

It didn't cross your mind, even for a moment, that Levi could run into Mammon in the hallway while carrying those towels.

So, it never would've occurred to you that Mammon would, at any point, be hit with the intense scent of you and Levi together on those towels.

Meanwhile, you were just in the shower, minding your business and scrubbing yourself thoroughly with the scent soap. Even though he didn't cum on you or in you, you didn't know if there would be any residual scent mark left by him.

Note to self: Text Asmo and ask him about that later...

When you turned the water off, you thought you heard shuffling noises in your bedroom. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you carefully cracked the door open.

A voice called out, "Did ya have fun?"

You quickly opened the door and saw Mammon on your bed, sprawled out casually on his back. You replied, "Oh! Hey! I didn't think you'd wanna come see me since I was on my... y'know--"

Mammon quickly flipped into his stomach and propped his head up on his hands, "Ya mean, since ya were...? What, busy fuckin' Levi?"

You loved Mammon; loved him enough to not look him in his eyes and lie to him. You tried to formulate an explanation to give him. When you took too long to reply, Mammon shook his head and looked to the side. He refused to make eye contact with you as he said, "It's whatever, Y/N. You and me ain't put a title on this relationship or whatever that we got goin' on."

"You're mad. I get it. I'm sorry."

Mammon scowled and glanced back at you as he said, "Honestly, it doesn't really bother me. I ain't ever been a monogamous demon, not by a long stretch, darlin'. I mean, it's just... my mind don't care, but my greed is kinda actin' a fool. What can I say? I'm greedy for ya."

"So, did Levi actually tell you?"

"He didn't have to. He bumped into me while goin' upstairs. He had some bunched up towels in his hand, lookin' happier than a pig in shit, and I couldn't figure out was goin' on until I picked up a very specific smell."

"My period!"

"Well, yeah, and his mark mixed in with it."

"Wait... he was bringing the towels upstairs?"

"Yup."

You started to panic, "If you could smell it, I wonder who else did. Oh, fuck, please don't tell me Diavolo is somewhere in the house. What if he comes over and goes in Levi's room sometime and... Oh, shit, if he--" Mammon quickly rose from the bed and gave you a hug, telling you everything was okay and you needed to just relax. "Knowin' Levi, he prolly has some special container he got off Akuzon to keep the scent from gettin' out. Or, maybe he'll just keep 'em around for just a little while and wash 'em later today." He kissed your forehead and reassured you, "Levi can be a lil strange. A'ight, maybe a lot strange, but we all love ya, Y/N. None of us would intentionally put ya in harm's way."

You nodded, but low-key suspected that Belphie would still endanger you without a second thought. He hated Diavolo enough to fuck you and proudly tell Diavolo he did it.

Mammon smirked and asked, "So, Levi's into blood?"

"Mmm... as much as I love you, I don't wanna discuss what other demons are into. It might be private for him."

"Ooh, respectful," Mammon replied, sounding impressed, "Well, I'm gonna go. Did ya want me to bring ya dinner? It'll be ready in a lil bit."

"Sure," you said. He kissed your head before he left to go to the kitchen.

So... he really didn't mind about what happened with Levi? Would he have that same energy if he knew about you and Lucifer?

Notes:

Sorry, but I couldn't bring myself to write a two-dicked Levi. T_T Please accept kinky daddy demon-form-dick-piercing Levi instead.

Chapter 13: I Can See It In Your Eyes

Summary:

You realize that Belphie has been getting more attached to you, so you decide it's time to have him do something about it.

Notes:

CW: Bratting, rough vaginal hate sex

**TW: Degradation**

tempest
noun
tem·pest ˈtem-pəst
: a violent storm

A couple of weeks later, on a Saturday morning, you once again woke up to find that Belphie had snuck into your bed in the middle of the night. It was the third morning in a row that you woke up to him playing the part of the big spoon in the bed next to you. As was his usual M.O., he had his face in your hair and his hand comfortably resting on the bare skin of your upper hip.

He grumbled, "You're warm. Please, don't get up yet."

Was... was that an actual "please" from him!? Actual manners from hateful-ass Belphie?

You reached over to grab your D.D.D. You had a date with Diavolo later in the day, but it was only about 5:30 AM. "I'm not getting up yet," you reassured him. "Good," he said, burying his face back in your hair, "I want you to myself for a little longer."

It had been weeks since that first time he'd snuck into your room, but neither of you had brought up what had been said.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're the only human in centuries to do this to me."

"...you'd look hot with that pretty mouth full of my cum."

It had been driving you crazy. Had you just dreamed it? Had he gone into your dreams and manipulated you into dreaming it? He was a deceptive asshole, but surely he wouldn't...

"Belphie?"

"Hmm?"

"When you said that stuff to me a few weeks ago, did you mean it? When you snuck in here the first time?"

You felt his thumb start moving, stroking the skin on your hip, and he asked, "Which part? When I told you I wanted to fuck you?" You said, "Well, yeah. You haven't mentioned it since then, so I didn't know if you were serious." Belphie exhaled sharply and replied, "I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't."

"So, why haven't you brought it up since then?"

"Because you know how I feel. I already spoke my piece. I'm not gonna beg a human for her fucking attention. I'm far above that."

You sighed and said, "See, that's why I didn't bring it up. You talk so much shit about humans, why would I think you'd actually wanna fuck one?" You felt his body jolt up off the bed and he got on top of you, pressing your shoulders down on the bed. You were on your back and he was above you, a menacing look in his violet eyes. "I want to fuck you because I want to feel how tight and wet your little slut pussy is, Y/N," he said, "I want to watch you writhe under me while I fuck you; while I treat you like the mewling little human whore you are." He smirked, looking down at you with hate in his eyes.

"Then, why don't you make good on your fucking word already? Or are you just all talk, Belphegor? Belpheg-whore."

The smirk quickly disappeared from his face and his expression contorted into pure abhorrence. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," Belphie snarled, "You spoke that way to the wrong motherfucker, whore." You snapped back, "Then do something about it, with your bitch-ass all-talk-no-action-ass self!" His eyes illuminated and you could see you hit a nerve.

Good. That was the reaction you hoped for.

You expected him to change into his demon form, but he actually stayed in his human form. You heard him say the soundproofing spell and another one that you hadn't heard before. Quickly, you realized that the second spell caused your arms to be pinned above your head.

He grabbed your pants and panties and, in one motion, he pulled them off of you and flung them to the floor. Belphie looked into your eyes and asked, "You good?" Figuring this was his way of asking for consent, you said, "Yup. All good here..."

Under your breath, you muttered, "... you fuckin' nutcase."

"Don't make me put a gag spell on you to shut you up, whore."

He lifted your shirt up, exposing your breasts. Taking in the view of your body, he said, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, Y/N." Belphie pinched your nipples harshly and smirked at the little whimper you let out. He quickly pulled off his jacket and shirt, revealing his lean torso. His pants and boxers came off next. His dick, much like his brothers', was definitely larger than a human's.

His fingers toyed with the wet folds of your pussy. "Feels like someone's cunt is ready to get fucked by a demon today," Belphie observed. He played with your pussy with one hand, running his fingers along your slit, and began stroking his dick with the other. "Cock-hungry whore," he spat, "I can see it in your eyes how badly you want to be fucked." You didn't deny it, you couldn't deny it, choosing to bite your bottom lip instead.

"Submit to me, human whore," he growled.

Quickly, he lined his dick up with your entrance and slammed into your pussy in one quick motion. He smirked as you screamed out in pleasured pain. He pounded into your pussy a few times before he asked, "You like that, dirty slut?"

"Mmm... is that all you got? I can definitely tell you're only the seventh demon brother."

He pulled out of you, rapidly grabbed your hips and flipped you over, plopping you onto your stomach. Your head jerked back quickly as he grabbed your hair and pulled. As he slammed his dick back into the sweet heat of your pussy, he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "We'll see if you're singing that same tune by the time I'm done with you."

He continued pounding your pussy as he pulled your hair. The way he was pulling your hair had your back arched in the perfect way for him to hit your G-spot. He reveled in the strained, pleasured moans of your subsequent orgasm. He yelled out, "You like that, you fucking cum-loving whore?"

Given the pressure on your neck from him pulling your hair, you were just barely able to squeak out, "Yes, Belphie."

He released your hair and placed his hands on your shoulders to help brace himself so he could pump deeper into you. He was hitting the perfect spot, causing you to quickly have a second orgasm. You heard him laugh a little as you screamed his name. Feeling the fluttering of your walls against his dick, Belphie yelled out, "Fuck, I'm about to cum!"

You could feel his movements becoming erratic and he just barely pulled out in enough time to cum on the back of one of your thighs. "That's all you're good for," he said, "Being a demon's fuck doll, covered in cum."

He abruptly leaned down and slowly licked your back from just above your ass crack upward to the nape of your neck; a twisted display of his affection. Belphie then got up from the bed and walked over to your bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth to clean you up.

As he gently cleaned your skin, he said a couple of spells to release your arms and to remove the soundproofing from your room.

When he was satisfied with your cleanliness, Belphie pulled on his boxers and said, "I'm sleepy now. Hope you don't mind if I sleep in just my boxers."

He almost fucked you inside out and he's worried about whether he's clothed or not?

"As long as you don't mind if I stay naked."

He got in the bed next to you, returning to his position as the big spoon, "I don't mind at all, azizam." He draped his arm over your hip and pulled you even closer to him than you were when you had woken up. It wasn't long until both of you fell into a most comfortable slumber.

 

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You woke up a few hours later and Belphie was nowhere to be seen. There weren't any signs that he'd been in your room at all.

There's no way you dreamed all that... right?

You checked the time on your D.D.D. and saw that it was 9:25 AM. You also saw that you had a couple of new text messages.

Diavolo: Something came up for this afternoon and I can't make our date. I'm so, so sorry, dearest.
Diavolo: How about we go to The Fall tonight?

You: Yeah, that's fine. No big deal.

Diavolo didn't reply immediately, so you went to the bathroom to shower. The last thing you wanted to do was walk around smelling like Belphie... that is, assuming anything actually happened between the two of you and it wasn't some dream.

When you got out of the shower, you checked your phone and saw some new messages from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Excellent! I let Lucifer know and he will come with us.
Diavolo: I'm sure Asmo would also like to join. Why don't you ask him?
Diavolo: Though I'm sure he'll likely go off and do his own thing once you arrive.

You felt a little agitated at the fact that Diavolo wanted Lucifer to accompany you on your date once again.

You were a grown-ass woman and you needed a chaperone? The fucking audacity.

Sighing, you switched to your messages with Asmo and texted him.

You: Hey, bitch! I'm going to The Fall with Diavolo and Lucifer tonight. Are you going, too?

Asmo: You already know the answer, ho. It's a Saturday night. ;)
Asmo: What're you wearing?

You walked over to your closet and looked at some of the clothing you'd recently bought. When Diavolo gave you that 2,000.00 Grimm a few weeks ago, you decided to use a portion of it to invest in some clothes and other necessities. Additionally, you'd been slowly transferring your belongings from the human realm to the Devildom. It wasn't a quick transition since you could only bring back what you could carry in your arms at any given time; plus, that fucking electricity feeling every time you had to go through a portal took a considerable amount of strength to deal with. In the closet, you located a tight black sequin minidress that you'd bought from Majolish and a pair of pink stilettos that you brought from home. You replied to Asmo, telling him what you planned to wear. He quickly replied back.

Asmo: Sounds hot. I'm doing your hair and makeup, right?

You: Always, ho!

You replied to Diavolo's message and let him know that Asmo would be going with your little group.

In the meantime, you threw on some pants and a t-shirt and went about your day with your usual chores, eagerly awaiting the evening

Chapter 14: Inexplicable Feelings

Summary:

You go to The Fall on a date with Diavolo, but end up going home with Mammon.

Notes:

CW: Drinking, dry humping, voyeurism, public sex

unreserved
adjective
un·re·served ˌən-ri-ˈzərvd
: not cautious or reticent

The Fall was wildly active that night.  As usual, there were a lot of people drinking, dancing, and freely participating in sexual activities throughout the club.  As soon as your small group, which was made up of you, Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, and Asmo, entered The Fall, Asmo disappeared from your group.  You heard someone call his name and he quickly sauntered into a nearby crowd of demons and succubi.  Diavolo turned to you, Lucifer, and Barbatos and said, "I figured that would happen.  Let's go up to my VIP room."

Diavolo had his own VIP room that was right next to the one reserved for the House of Lamentation.  It was similar in layout to the other, but the furniture was much more ornate and the wet bar was impressively well-stocked with both human and demon drinks.  Much to Barbatos' dismay, you walked over and quickly poured yourself a small glass of Lucid. Barbatos busied himself with pouring glasses of Demonus for Diavolo and Lucifer.

Meanwhile, Diavolo opened the doors that led out to a balcony overlooking the dance floor, allowing the four of you to enjoy the music of the club.  Diavolo sat on one couch and Lucifer sat on the one across from him.  Barbatos gave the men their drinks before taking his place firmly by the door, awaiting any possible requests from anyone in the room.

Diavolo quickly drank the Demonus and said to you, "Y/N, why don't you come over here?" Abandoning your glass, you walked over to sit next to Diavolo; however, he grabbed your hand and stopped you.  "Sit on me," Diavolo said.  He reclined slightly and looked you over with heavy-lidded eyes.  It wasn't a request; it was an order.  You glanced awkwardly at Lucifer, who had gone wide-eyed at Diavolo's request.  You quickly reached behind yourself and cupped your dress securely around your ass. As you went to politely sit on Diavolo's thigh, he stopped you.

"Face me, Y/N," he said, wanting you to straddle him.

"My dress is a little tight to, umm, do... that."

"Nonsense," he said, running his hands sensually up your thighs and sliding your tight dress up over your hips, "Now you can sit on my lap."  You were wearing a thong and felt a shiver as your ass was suddenly exposed to the air (and unceremoniously exposed to Lucifer and Barbatos, as well).  Diavolo gently pulled your hand and situated you on his lap so you were straddling him. You knew Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos could almost certainly smell your arousal as you patiently sat in Diavolo's lap.  You were facing Diavolo, but you could sense Lucifer's discomfort across the room.

"You know, Lord Diavolo," Lucifer remarked, "if you're trying to have a moment together, you can ask me to leave.  I won't take offense."  Diavolo said, "No, you can stay here.  I don't believe we'll actually be fully consummating our relationship until the wedding night."

The growing bulge you were feeling against your clothed pussy told you that he truly felt otherwise.

Diavolo continued, "She's just... very pleasant to my senses."

Translation: Oh, he can definitely smell your pussy...

Diavolo dug his long nails into your ass cheeks and he pressed kisses to your neck before saying, "Perhaps... Lucifer wants to have a turn with you, darling.  After all, Lucifer and I have shared lovers many times in the past."  With a devious sparkle in his eye, Diavolo looked over to Lucifer and asked, "Would you like Y/N to come sit in your lap?  You're so busy working all the time, I bet it's been a while since you had a beautiful woman on your lap."

You were surprised that Diavolo didn't take note of the awkward silence between Lucifer and yourself; you'd already been railed by Lucifer that one time and, though neither you nor Lucifer had discussed it since then, the sexual tension between the both of you had begun growing to the point of being almost unbearable.  Lucifer declined Diavolo's offer, acknowledging only to himself that he wouldn't be satisfied with letting you simply sit on his lap.

Diavolo kept pressing kisses along your neck as you threw your head back, enjoying this affection a little more than you probably should have in front of others.  His kisses slowly transitioned into tiny love bites.  Almost by reflex, you rolled your hips against Diavolo's.  In response, he bucked his hips upward ever so slightly.  You raised your eyebrows at him and he bit his lip, looking down at where your hips were meeting.  You proceeded to continue rolling your hips against his erection.  Diavolo hooked his finger inside the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side just enough to allow your clit to rub directly on the smooth fabric of his pants.  Diavolo's breathing grew heavy as he watched you pleasuring yourself on him. As soft moans began escaping your lips, you could hear Lucifer anxiously move around in his seat.

Was Luci getting a little jealous?

"Mmm," Diavolo smirked and whispered in your ear, "I think we're making Lucifer a little uncomfortable, dearest.  Maybe we should continue this another time."  He gently squeezed your ass cheek, gave it a playful smack, and said, "So, why don't you go find Asmo and have fun?"

You nodded and awkwardly wiggled yourself from Diavolo's lap.  You took a moment to rearrange your panties and dress, noticing out of the corner of your eye how Lucifer was casting a lustful gaze in your direction.  It looked like he'd thoroughly enjoyed the little show he just got.

As Barbatos opened the door to allow you to leave, you turned and said, "Good night, Dia. Good night, Luci...fer."  You and Lucifer exchanged unsettled expressions when you both realized that you'd slipped up and almost called him by his pet name in front of Diavolo.  "Yes," Diavolo said, none the wiser to your misstep, "Good night, my sweet. I'll text you later."

As you left the VIP area and got in the glass elevator to go downstairs, you happened to see a familiar mop of white hair downstairs; Mammon was leaning back against the bar with a drink in his hand, appearing to be surveying the crowd.  He was wearing a nicely-fitted black suit.  The jacket was open, revealing that he was wearing no shirt underneath it.  Mammon loved showing off his abs and you had absolutely no complaints; he was looking every bit the model he was.

My handsome Mammoney! I didn't know he'd be here!

After reaching the first floor and getting off the elevator, your first instinct was to go to him.  You couldn't hide the smile on your face.  As you got closer, however, you noticed that Mammon wasn't alone.  There was a purple-haired, scantily-dressed demoness who had come up and was standing with her body pressed against his side, her hand wandering along his pants, dangerously close to his dick.  He turned his face to her and you could see him giving her the same flirty crooked smile that he gave you all the time.  You stopped dead in your tracks.  All at once, you felt your heart and stomach both sink and your hands start shaking.

Who the fuck was THAT?  Why was she all over him?  And why was he not pushing her away?

"...fucking Mammon won't make you special to him."

  "He'll fuck anyone with a working sex organ and a bank account."

As if feeling your distress, Mammon looked directly over at you and froze.  His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.  Mammon looked like a deer in headlights when he realized that you saw him.

You awkwardly turned in place and quickly headed in the direction of the exit.

So, everything you'd been suspecting and worrying about Mammon was true?  He didn't want you, you weren't special.  There were clearly no feelings from his side of this... this whatever-the-fuck-it-is relationship you had with him.  Not even a relationship.  Friendship?  You couldn't even think.  He already admitted that he wasn't a monogamous demon; what were you expecting?

You had Diavolo.  You were in the Devildom for him, not Mammon.  Why were you so jealous?  Mammon wasn't the only hot demon you lived with - there were six others.  Why did he matter?  "He doesn't," you lied to yourself, exiting the club, "He doesn't matter.  It means nothing.  There aren't feelings there.  There've never been feelings there."

You couldn't think.

You couldn't breathe.

You just wanted to go home and not even look at Mammon again.  The image of him with that hot demoness was burned into your mind.  Of course he'd go after someone ethereal and gorgeous; he's a fucking model and could have anyone.  Of course he'd go after a demoness instead of a human; there's nothing a human can do for him that a demoness probably couldn't do better.

As you hurriedly walked away from the club, you realized you were in a dangerous position.  Even if the House of Lamentation was nearby, you were still a human who was unaccompanied in the Devildom.  You removed your shoes and carried them because the high heels were hindering your ability to get home quickly.

You felt a presence rushing up on you from behind.  More quickly than you were able to process it, you were pulled from the sidewalk.

Fortunately, it was only Mammon who had grabbed your hand and pulled you into a narrow alley nearby.  You made the beginning sounds of a protest and he put his hand over your mouth. "Shh, darlin', talk to me."

"No!  I have nothing to talk to you about.  I mean, we're obviously not exclusive, but... but, like, seeing you with someone else was just... I didn't wanna see someone else--"

He interrupted you by pressing his lips to yours.  Mammon's kiss was sweet, like Demonus and maraschino cherries.  Your shoes clattered to the ground as you wrapped your arms around him. You felt his fangs emerge and lightly bite into your bottom lip, which instantly made you feel weak in the knees.  He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, cradling your face in his hands, "I'm sorry, baby.  Look, I think it's wearin' on me that ya ain't mine.  I don't feel like I can ever have ya.  I haven't felt this beautiful body of yours in a while.  Y/N, you're gonna be Devildom royalty, the queen, so I dunno why you're tryna fuck with trash like me at all.  A-and... is it fair to me for ya to have sex with other people, 'specially my brothers, and I'm just expected to be sittin' back on reserve for ya?"

Okay, okay, so he made a very valid point there.  Perhaps, you were overreacting a little.

"N-no... it isn't fair to you.  I know that.  I... got jealous seeing it, is all.  I guess, umm, I don't care if you fuck anyone else.  I don't wanna know about it.  And, future royalty or not, I just... have these inexplicable feelings for you.  Like you told me you're greedy for me, I'm greedy for you," you confessed, playfully poking him in the ribs.  Mammon smiled coyly and said, "Fine, fine.  No paradin' hoes around ya.  In my defense, I didn't know that I'd run into ya tonight."

"Yeah, I came here with--"

As if he already knew whose name you were about to say, he abruptly interrupted you by pressing a desperate, thirsty kiss to your lips.  He then leaned his body against yours, trapping you tightly to the brick wall behind you.  You could feel Mammon's erection pressing against you through his pants.

"Goddammit, I need ya right now," he panted in your ear.  "So, take me," you whispered back, lifting your dress up to allow him access to your body.  He secured his hands under your ass and, as you wrapped both legs tightly around him, he carried you further into the alley, far from prying eyes.  He placed your feet back on the ground while he frantically undid his button and zipper, pulling his dick out.  You took that opportunity to pull your panties off.  Quickly, he wrapped his hands back under your ass and lifted you once more, slamming you against the wall.  "Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, lining his dick up with the entrance to your pussy and slowly pressing himself inside you.  You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck to help brace yourself.

The sound of his skin slapping against your own and your soft moans echoed through the alley.  The roughness of the wall behind you was digging into your skin as he fucked you, but you didn't care.  As his dick was pounding into you, his neatly-trimmed pubic hair was also stimulating your clit.  You'd missed this feeling of him inside you.  Mammon passionately kissed your lips as if he couldn't live without that connection to you; as if you were the air he needed to breathe, the food he needed to satiate a never-ending hunger.  His pleasured grunts and the pumping of his hips was deliciously aggressive.  "Your pussy is so fuckin' good," he whispered, still pounding into you, "I can't blame any of my brothers for wantin' to get their own piece of you."  "I want you the most, though," you admitted to him, "You're the fucking best, Mammoney."

He pressed a chain of sloppy kisses to your jaw and said, "I'm about to cum, baby.  I need to put ya down so I don't cum in ya."  You nodded your head and he slowly released your ass, making sure your legs were safely on the ground before turning and ejaculating onto the ground.  You put your thong back on, smoothed down your dress, and picked up your shoes.  Tucking himself back into his pants, Mammon asked, "Ya wanna go back in or go home?"

"Hmm," you said, "Don't you have someone in there waiting for you?"

"Eh, I ain't really worried about her.  Not when I can have ya to go home with."

You grabbed his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder and said, "Okay.  Let's head back home.  Can you stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, darlin'.  As long as Lucifer doesn't catch me in there."

The two of you walked out of the alley and headed into the House of Lamentation.

What the two of you didn't notice was the set of irate red eyes that caught the two of you leaving that alley.

Chapter 15: Plague My Thoughts, Day and Night

Summary:

You and Mammon are abruptly awoken and confronted by a livid Lucifer. Lucifer kicks Mammon out of your room and has a special punishment just for you.

Notes:

CW: Dry humping, dirty talk, mild degradation, orgasm denial

apoplectic
adjective
ap·o·plec·tic ˌa-pə-ˈplek-tik
: extremely enraged

As soon as you got to your room with Mammon, he plopped on your bed. "Fuck, I had too much to drink," he whined. You laughed and said, "I'm gonna take a shower. You wanna take one with me?"

"Nah, I'm good," he said. Sure, he figured he probably needed one, but he was enjoying having your scent on him too much to want to wash it off yet. Secretly, he hoped that there would come a time when he would be able to smell your arousal and his scent mark blended together inside your pussy. "Bad," he silently scolded himself, "I can't cum in her. I need to stop thinkin' 'bout that. She... ain't really mine."

After you'd showered, you dried off and got on the bed next to Mammon. He had made himself comfortable and was scrolling aimlessly through DevilTube. He slid his jacket off so you could curl up to him and rest your head on his bare chest. You hadn't bothered getting dressed, hoping to entice him into fucking you again sometime during the night or in the morning.

The steady beating of Mammon's heart soothed you. He leaned over and put his D.D.D. on the end table next to your bed. Running his hand through your damp hair, he said, "Sorry I made ya jealous earlier."

"Hmph," you grumbled, "Don't even talk about it."

"Don't be like that. Ya know ya mean more to me than anyone."

You smiled and nuzzled into his chest. He reached down and pulled the sheets up to cover both of you together. He kissed the top of your head and both of you dozed off.

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You weren't sure how long you and Mammon had been asleep, but you were both awoken by furious beating on your door.

"OPEN THIS INSTANT! Y/N!? MAMMON!?"

You exchanged uneasy glances with Mammon. It was Lucifer.

Okay, how the fuck did he even know Mammon was there with you?

Before you even had a chance to get out of bed to find some clothes, the door burst open and Lucifer stepped in the room. His misshapen face of anger was disconcerting, to say the very least. You sat up, but kept the blanket pulled up to cover yourself. "Shit, Lucifer," Mammon yelled, jumping out of the bed, "The fuck are ya doin' comin' in here like that!? Can't Y/N have some privacy?" Lucifer crossed his arms and said, "The same question could be asked of you, Mammon. She's presumably naked under that blanket and you're--" Lucifer gestured his hand to Mammon, a disgusted look in his face "-- you're barely clothed, yourself."

The two of them silently glared at each other for a few seconds. Lucifer slowly strutted toward Mammon, but paused a couple of feet away from him. Lucifer's face contorted again, this time into an expression of pure rage; you didn't realize it, but it was because he could smell your scent on Mammon. Lucifer abruptly yelled at Mammon, "You! You've crossed a line, Mammon. I expect you to get out of here right now. Or, so help me, I will personally pierce your scrotum and hang you from the ceiling with it." You just barely heard a high-pitched whimper from Mammon. He replied to Lucifer, "But, h-how do I know ya w-won't hurt her when I go?"

"Do you really think me stupid enough to bring bodily harm to the most important human in the Devildom?"

Mammon muttered, "N-no."

"Good. Now, LEAVE!"

Mammon grabbed his D.D.D. and his jacket before practically running out of your room.

Lucifer turned to your bedroom door and made a gesture with his hand to shut and lock the door. When he turned to look at you, disgust was engraved on his face. He yelled, "Mammon? Mammon, of all people? Really, Y/N?"

You said nothing.

"DO YOU FIND IT APPROPRIATE TO BE NUDE WITH A MAN IN YOUR BED WHEN YOU'RE SET TO BE ENGAGED TO ANOTHER?!"

"Luci, just stop. It's not like you and I haven't--"

"NO," he yelled as a swirl of black feathers announced the appearance of his demon form, "THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME!"

"You're right! It doesn't! So, what reason do you have to be reacting like this?"

"BECAUSE... BECAUSE IT'S NOT RIGHT!"

You rose from the bed, completely disregarding the fact that you were still unclothed, and approached him as you yelled back, "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE IT WASN'T YOU IN MY BED, LUCIFER! HYPOCRITE!"

Lucifer froze, aside from his wings twitching anxiously. Both of you stared each other down for what felt like minutes. "You're... not wrong," he finally admitted. You inhaled and exhaled slowly before Lucifer stepped closer to you, bringing his hands to your cheeks. "Y/N, I'm just so infatuated with you," he continued, "You've had me wrapped around your finger and haven't even known it. You plague my thoughts, day and night, my darling." He tested the waters by leaning toward you, desperately hoping for you to claim a kiss.

You decided you wanted to give him much more than just a kiss, though.

You pressed your lips to Lucifer's and grabbed the lapels of his coat, walking backwards towards your bed as your lips stayed locked on his. You broke the kiss and seductively whispered, "So, I plague your thoughts? Tell me more about these thoughts of yours, Luci. Tell me what you fantasize about me doing with you. Show me how badly you want me." You sat on your bed and looked up at him. The red in his eyes was practically illuminated with lust and his breath was shallow.

He didn't know how to answer your question. He hadn't known you all that long; exactly how open-minded were you? Would you want to know about his fantasies of fucking you in the ass? Would you really want to hear about how he wanted to fuck you until he made you squirt? Would you judge him if he admitted to you that he desperately fantasized about how he would be the one to marry you and fuck you all night after your wedding? He wanted to own your body, take your soul, drink your blood, fill your womb. He wanted to absolutely ruin you in the best of ways. As strong as his fantasies were, as much as he wanted to reveal them to you, he was just too prideful to confess.

In an attempt to divert your attention, he crawled on top of you and whispered in your ear, "I'd rather show you, my darling." Lucifer stood up again, making quick work of his shoes, coat, and the chains from his belt. He grabbed your arms and used his chains to bind your wrists above your head. Then, he spoke that same spell that you'd heard Belphie use to hold your arms above you on the bed. "Ooh," you joked, "kinky." Your heart was pounding in your chest, wondering exactly what he was about to do to you, but tried to act calm.

"Oh, my darling, you don't know the half of it," he whispered seductively in your ear. He lined his hips up with yours, teasing your bare pussy with his hard, clothed dick. The friction of the fabric of his pants on your clit was amazing. You heard vibrations in Lucifer's chest, almost like a low, animalistic growl coming from him. "You've been a bad girl," he said as he started relentlessly grinding against you, "You've been a bad little slut, Y/N. Sitting on Lord Diavolo's lap in his VIP room, putting your scent all over the crotch of his pants; meanwhile, in the short time you've been in the Devildom, you've already fucked me and Mammon behind your fiance's back?"

"But, Luci--"

"Don't even try to lie - I just smelled your delicious pussy on Mammon, so I know you've been with him tonight. You've already been with him tonight and now you're coming undone under me? You're quite insatiable, aren't you, my beautiful darling," He pressed his clothed dick against your pussy particularly hard. His wings flapped contentedly as he smirked and said, "I've had to smell you on Lord Diavolo and Mammon tonight. Maybe I just want to get your scent on my pants, too, darling."

"Yes, Luci," you moaned out.

"I wonder... hmm, how many of my other brothers have violated you? How many times have you been pounded in your vulnerable little human pussy by a demon?" You went to answer, but he stopped rolling his hips against you and snapped, "NO! Bad little sluts don't get to talk. Now, I don't care how many others you've fucked or how many times you've fucked them; the next time I get you alone and pleasure you, I'll have you screaming so loud that there'll be no question of who fucks you the best of us all in the entirety of the Devildom."

Your breathing was shallow and you could sense a rapidly-approaching orgasm. Unfortunately for you, Lucifer could sense it, as well.

Lucifer smirked and hovered over you, running his fingers through your hair. "Unfortunately, my darling, that won't be happening today. You've been bad and need to think about what you've done," he said. He quickly kissed your forehead, spoke the reversal spell to release the hold on your arms, and removed the chains that were binding your wrists.

He turned to walk away and you sat up, yelling, "That's not fair, Luci! You're gonna get me this worked up and then leave?" More quickly than you'd seen him move before, Lucifer turned around and got close to you. His face was only a few inches away from your own as he hissed, "I already told you, love, that bad little sluts don't get to talk. Now, don't speak another word to me tonight and I'll consider letting you ride my cock sometime soon." He smirked again as he grabbed his coat and shoes and sauntered out of your room.

Fucking rude...

You figured it best to put some night clothes on and get in the bed. You checked your D.D.D. and saw a message from Mammon.

Mammon: You ok in there? He didn't pierce ya pussy lips and hang ya from the ceiling, did he?

You: Omg, no! I haven't been strung up by my lips. There's no pussy crime scene here.

Mammon: There would be if I could get back in your room. >:)
Mammon: But, Lucifer did somethin' to my door and I can't get out.

You: Then just get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow. ILY.

Mammon: ILY2.

As you started to doze off, you heard your bedroom door open. You knew it couldn't have been Mammon, so you figured Lucifer came back to torment you again. Without even looking up, you grumbled, "The fuck do you want now?"

"Bitch, who the fuck do you think you're taking to!?"

You bolted up in bed and looked to the door. "Belphie? Wait, why are you here?" Mockingly, Belphie repeated, "why ArE yOu HeRe?" He scoffed and continued, "I'm here to cuddle with you."

You scowled at him and said, "Ugh, why couldn't it be the nice twin coming in here instead of... you? You're such an asshole to me and you still keep coming in here to cuddle. I don't understand you."

"I can feel validation whether I have your understanding or not."

"You hate humans. Go find some demon or demoness to cuddle with."

Belphie climbed into your bed next to you and yawned before saying, "Nah. I like cuddling with you. You're so soft and warm. And your ass is the perfect size for me to cuddle up against. It's not your fault you were born of an inferior species."

"Charming," you said, rolling your eyes. You put your head back on your pillow and turned away from him; however, the distance wasn't maintained long because Belphie quickly scooted close to you, wrapped his arm around your waist, and nuzzled his face into your hair.

Just as you started to relax and close your eyes, Belphie's taunting voice sang, "Someone left you hot and bothered, didn't they?"

"Belphie! Don't even start, you raggedy bastard!"

"Ooh, someone's feisty."

You rolled over and faced him. You were tired, but didn't want to deal with his teasing, so you asked, "Why? Are you gonna do something about it, Belphegor?" Despite the dim light of your room, you could see him roll his eyes. "Nah, I'm too sleepy to be bothered with sex right now. Just wanted to push your buttons a little," he yawned, "Mission accomplished. Now, go to sleep. You should know humans need all the beauty sleep they can get."

This little son of a bitch...

You rolled back over and he quickly returned to his position of having his arm wrapped around you and his face in your hair. His cuddles were honestly the best, but that mouth and attitude of his?

Absolutely the fuck not.

Chapter 16: Part Two of Our Demon Sex Ed

Summary:

You have another demon sex ed lesson when you take a bath with Asmo; meanwhile, Diavolo seems to be getting suspicious after he heard a rumor about your departure from The Fall the night before.

Notes:

CW: More discussion of scent marking, mutual masturbation

imbibe
verb
im·bibe im-ˈbīb
imbibed; imbibing
: to take in or up
: to receive into the mind and retain

As per usual, you woke up to find that Belphie wasn't in your bed and he'd left no trace of his presence.

If that little troll was manipulating your dreams, you were gonna--

Your train of thought was interrupted by a message coming through to your D.D.D.

Asmo:  Good morning, Hunny-Bunny!  Did you have fun last night?  Come join me in my room.  Let's take a bath and exchange some gossip.

You hadn't showered after Lucifer so rudely edged you and left, so you decided to agree to a bath with Asmo.

You:  Sure.  I'll be there in a few.

Asmo:  Good.  I'll get the water started.

You located an outfit for the day - an oversized sweater and jeans - and gathered your undergarments and socks before leaving your room to go to Asmo's.  You partly hoped he wouldn't give you a read on how frumpy your outfit was, but partly didn't care because you didn't have any particular reason to put on anything sexy.  Dress up to work on your homework?  Why?

You knocked on Asmo's bedroom door and heard his sing-song voice say, "You may enter!"  You knew you were going there to take a bath, but weren't expecting to see him standing in the middle of his bedroom just stark naked.  He squealed, "You're here!  Alright, the water is almost ready.  It's a big tub, so it does take a while.  Come on!"  He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his bathroom.

He had a surprisingly ornate bathroom, which had a large round bathtub in the middle.  It had decorative columns, sheer curtains, and a chandelier; you'd never seen anything quite like it in person before.  In the tub, Asmo had added some rose petals and presumably some bath oil, which was a floral scent you couldn't quite place.  He casually got in the tub and said, "Come on, Hunny-Bunny!  Let me wash you."

You quickly and awkwardly undressed and got in the tub next to him.  He had a loofah on which he poured some light green body wash.  As he started gently scrubbing your back, he said, "So, you're not going to believe the gossip I heard last night!"

"Hmm?"

"Well, tell me," Asmo said, beginning to scrub your shoulders, "when you left out of the club last night, did you happen to, perhaps, take anyone with you?"

"N-not intentionally.  I left by myself, but--"

"But, Mammon followed you?"

"Umm, yeah, but--"

"Ooh, someone told me Mammon left the girl he was going to hook up with last night to chase after someone in a tight black sequin dress.  I just knew it was you."

You WERE right; he was gonna fuck whoever that demoness was that he was with last night.

"And then, Lucifer followed, as well?  Did you come home and have some fun with both of them, you sneaky little minx," Asmo asked, teasingly.

"Lucifer?  I left and Mammon followed me, but I didn't see Lucifer until Mammon and I had been home for a while," you explained.  Asmo started gently cleaning the valley between your breasts and said, "Hmm.  Sounds like Lucifer saw you and got a little jealous.  Tell me, Hunny-Bunny, have you and Lucifer already been together?"  "Y-yes," you awkwardly confessed.  Asmo started working the loofah in circles on your breasts and he said, "Have you been with any of my other brothers?"

"Umm... I mean..."

Asmo gently grabbed your chin and held it in place while he stared into your eyes.  "I can tell in your eyes that you have.  You don't need to lie or keep secrets," he said, his tone more of concern than accusation.  You confessed, "Okay.  Yes, I have."  "You know," he said, "the more of us you have sex with, the more likely it is that someone will mess up and end up cumming in you.  Your safety is incredibly important to me, love.  We talked about the soap to remove a scent mark on your skin, but I need to get you something in case you end up with an internal mark."

"So, is this part two of our demon sex ed?"

"Mmm, you could say that."

Asmo moved to sit behind you as he began cleansing your hair with some shampoo that smelled like lemons.  He explained that there was a tea blend that he'd have to procure for you.  "It's specifically to remove a demon's scent from a human.  You have to drink it almost immediately after you end up with an internal mark, so the margin of error is quite high, Hunny-Bunny," Asmo explained, "And, as I'm sure you've realized, there aren't a whole bunch of humans here in the Devildom, so the supply of this tea is quite limited and the price is consequently quite high."  Asmo's hands slid around your body and he gently caressed your breasts.  "Is this okay?  It seems like you and I never have time alone together," he explained.

"Yeah, it's okay."

"Wonderful.  Now, as I was saying, the supply is low and the price will be high, so this isn't some tea that you can use frequently.  I'd still say you should not permit partners to cum in you."

"Alright.  I'll try to come up with some money for it."

"Good.  The only other thing is that this tea, unfortunately, does not prevent conception.  Human birth control is too weak to prevent it and demon birth control is too strong for your body to handle.  There isn't an effective way to prevent a demon-to-human pregnancy, unfortunately.  Though you're not engaged to Lord Diavolo yet, I don't know what consequences you'd face if you were found to be having relations with anyone other than him, especially if these activities result in a pregnancy."

One of his hands remained on your breast and the other slowly traveled down to between your legs.  You let out a moan and leaned your head back to rest against his shoulder.  He lightly circled the tip of his finger on your clit and turned his head to press kisses on your neck and shoulder.

You reached behind your ass and grabbed his hard dick, stroking it firmly.  Asmo let out a light groan and said, "That feels so nice, my love."  He continued gently rubbing your clit and you started letting out quiet moans of pleasure.  "That's it, beautiful.  Cum for me," he whispered in your ear.  The pleasure that was building inside you began to overflow in a blissful orgasm.

When the waves of your orgasm finished flowing through you, you turned to face Asmo.  He had a light blush on his face and said, "The energy that radiates from your body when you hit your peak is amazing, Y/N."  You wrapped an arm around him and pressed your forehead to his.  "It's your turn," you told him, still stroking him.  He gave you a gentle kiss on the lips and said, "Not today.  This was about you, Hunny-Bunny.  It's not the right time for us to fully make love yet.  Soon, though.  I hope you don't mind."

You backed away from him slightly and said, "Of course I don't mind, Asmo!  Just lemme know when."

"I promise you, I'll let you know."

After your bath, you checked the time and saw that it was closer to lunchtime than to breakfast, so you went down to the kitchen to make something to eat.  It was uncharacteristically quiet in the house, but you weren't complaining.  As you started to make the Devildom equivalent of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you heard your D.D.D. vibrate with a new text message.

Diavolo:  My dearest, what happened with Lucifer last night?

You felt like your heart and stomach sank.  What did Diavolo know?  Did Lucifer tell him about Mammon?  Surely he wouldn't have.  Asmo knew about Lucifer leaving The Fall right after you.  Did Diavolo know about that, as well?

You:  What do you mean?

You heard your heartbeat in your ears as you awaited his reply.

Diavolo:  A little while after you left, he was on the balcony of the VIP room and he suddenly hurried out of the room. 
Diavolo:  I heard later on that he seemed to be chasing Mammon.  I didn't see or hear from Lucifer again last night.

You:  OH!  No, I dunno what happened with them.

You put the phone down and finished making your sandwich.  Obviously, pleading ignorance was best in this situation.  Or, so you thought.

Your phone vibrated with a couple more text messages.

Diavolo:  I was just wondering, because I also heard that Mammon had left The Fall and abandoned his sexual conquest for the evening because he was chasing you... for some unknown reason.
Diavolo:  Lucifer followed you two. None of you returned to The Fall after that.

Shit...

Chapter 17: Under False Pretenses

Summary:

After your text exchange with Diavolo, he invites you and Lucifer over under the pretense of dinner; however, dessert is what ends up getting served first.

Notes:

CW: oral sex, threesome (vaginal/anal), a little bit of a praise kink, unsafe sex

serried
adjective
ser·ried ˈser-ēd
: crowded or pressed together

You had to come up with a quick lie.  Did people at the club last night know that you left immediately after you saw Mammon with that demoness?  Had these mysterious, unknown gossipers made the connection that there was something between you and Mammon?  Had you been that stupidly transparent?

You:  Yeah, I started to feel sick from that liquor I drank.  I haven't had absinthe in a while and it hit me quickly.  Mammon saw me and was worried.  He said something about how he's supposed to be my guardian.
You:  But as for why Lucifer chased HIM, I really have no idea. 

Please let him buy that story...

You took your sandwich and went to your room to work on your Infernal homework.  Just as you got your text book and notebook out, your D.D.D. went off again.

Diavolo:  Ah, I see.  That makes sense.
Diavolo:  Well, I'd like for you and Lucifer to join me around dinnertime tomorrow.  You don't have other plans, do you?

You:  I don't.  I'm not sure about Lucifer, though. 

Diavolo:  I'll let him know.  I'm sure he'll want to join us after I talk to him. 

Good.  So, dinner was planned for tomorrow and Diavolo didn't seem suspicious about anything.  

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The following afternoon, Lucifer was standing impatiently in the front hall by the front door when it was time to leave to go to Lord Diavolo's castle for dinner.

Diavolo had sent you a special dress to wear that evening.  It was a tight, velvety, off-the-shoulder burgundy gown with long sleeves.  You asked Lucifer, "How do I look?"  You spun around in place and smiled at him, but his expression remained rather stoic as he complimented the dress, though made no remark about how you looked in it.

As the two of you walked, you tried to make conversation with Lucifer.  "Sooo," you began, "Do you know what we're having for dinner?"

"No, I'm not sure what we'll be having.  At least... not what we'll be having for dinner tonight."

"Oh... okay."

There were another few minutes of awkward silence before you asked, "So, are you going to chaperone all of my dates?"

"Probably not.  Unfortunately, it's not up to me.  I do hope to still be able to accompany you and Diavolo on certain dates, though."

The awkward silence returned.  You finally asked, "Are you feeling alright?"  He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes before he said, "Yes, Y/N, I'm fine.  Just... a lot on my mind, I suppose."

He was stiff and awkward.  Something was definitely up, but you weren't going to push the issue.

Upon arriving at the castle, Barbatos answered the door and said, "Greetings.  Young Master is in the room upstairs."  He led you and Lucifer to the second floor of the castle and brought you both to a large set of double doors.  Barbatos tapped on the door.  "Young Master, Lucifer and Y/N are here.  Are you ready?"

Diavolo's voice called from the other side of the door, "Yes, they can come in."  When you and Lucifer entered, Diavolo told Barbatos, "Thank you, Barbatos.  Make sure to prepare the tea."  Barbatos bowed and said, "Yes, Young Master," before leaving the room.

So, you were in... Diavolo's bedroom?  Okay, so you were just going to chat and have tea or something up here until dinner... right?  The room was dimly lit with candles and you didn't see him immediately.  You took in the warm and welcoming vibe of the otherwise dark room.  Diavolo's voice called to you, "Don't be nervous, Y/N."

"I'm not."

That was a lie. 

Diavolo said, "Lucifer, Y/N, come here."  At that point, you noticed that Diavolo was casually dressed in a plain white shirt and black pants, sitting comfortably on a striped couch.  Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you toward the couch. Diavolo stood and smiled at you, saying, "You look stunning.  You wear that dress very well."

"Thank you," you said, smiling widely.  He took your hands in his and said, "I apologize, but we invited you here under false pretenses, my dearest."  Your face twisted slightly in confusion and Lucifer said, "We have a bit of a... proposition for you."

"Mmm?  I'm listening."

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Though Diavolo had previously made a reference to sharing lovers with Lucifer in the past, you didn't expect that Diavolo would actually want to share you, his future wife.  On this particular night, that all changed.

Once Lucifer and Diavolo were sure you were okay with their plan, they both started to undress you.  Lucifer unzipped your dress and Diavolo worked it down your body and onto the ground.  Underneath the dress, all you were wearing was a pair of black satin panties.  Diavolo grabbed your hand and walked you to the couch, sitting back down and pulling you to straddle his lap.  He held you tightly as he leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth.  You heard Lucifer quickly undressing behind you.  You ran your fingers through Diavolo's hair and moaned, "Mmm, Dia!"

He removed his lips from your breast and asked, "You meant what you said?  You want to take both of us, Y/N?"  Lucifer, completely naked, sat next to Diavolo on the couch, his eyes ablaze with pure desire for you.

"Yes," you whimpered out, "Both of you!"  Diavolo leaned forward and whispered, "Sit on Lucifer while I undress."  You awkwardly climbed from Diavolo's lap to Lucifer's, his hard dick finding its place against your thin panties.  He massaged your breasts and looked you over with lust-heavy eyes.  "Lord Diavolo and I talked and we decided that you could possibly have some urges that would need to be satisfied sooner than your wedding night," he quietly told you.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes," he said, one of his hands traveling down to your wet panties, "He realizes that humans have sexual needs and it might be unrealistic to expect celibacy."  Lucifer leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "He figured he should get to you before anyone else might have a chance to.  He asked if I wanted to join and who am I to turn down such a splendid offer?"  He ever so lightly traced the tip of one of his long fingernails along your clothed slit.  An electrifying feeling shot through your body and you let out an embarrassing whimper.  Lucifer chuckled lightly.  Diavolo, who was disrobing nearby, asked, "Should we bring her to the bed, Lucifer?"  Looking up at you, Lucifer asked, "Is that what you'd like?"

You nodded and Lucifer placed his hands under your ass and picked you up.  You wrapped your legs tightly around him as he brought you over to Diavolo's large bed.  Lucifer sat you on the edge of the bed and stood back with Diavolo, both of them smiling and silently assessing you.

Diavolo stepped toward you first, guiding you to stand up so he could slide your panties slowly down your legs.  He cooed, "Look, Lucifer, someone is so wet for us already."  Gently, Diavolo guided you back down to the edge of his bed.  He got down on his knees in front of you and gingerly spread your legs, opening your womanhood to him.

You looked down at Diavolo's burning golden eyes as he hungrily swirled his tongue around your clit, causing you to pull his hair and arch your back.  Meanwhile, Lucifer sat behind you on the bed and reached his arms around to begin playing with your nipples.  As Diavolo continued pleasuring you with his tongue, Lucifer began kissing your neck.  You began whimpering as the pleasure was building in your body.

"Fuck, I want you inside me," you cried out, not entirely sure which of them you were actually speaking to.  Diavolo smirked up at you and said, "Are you sure you're ready for that, dearest?"  You nodded and Diavolo rose from the floor and walked to a dresser nearby.

Lucifer whispered in your ear, "Lord Diavolo will want your pussy.  Would you be comfortable if I take your ass, my darling?"  You reached back and lightly tugged on Lucifer's hair and quietly said, "Yes, Luci.  My ass is all yours."

Diavolo returned to the bed with a bottle of lube.  "I'm concerned we might hurt you, being that demons' dicks are significantly larger than most humans'," he said, proudly pouring lube all over his massive erection.  He handed the bottle to Lucifer and then relaxed against the pillows at the head of the bed, gesturing for you to come to him.

So, this was the moment of truth.  Could you actually fit Diavolo's dick inside you?  You positioned yourself with one knee on each side of his waist, your dripping pussy nervously hovering over the head of his dick.  He held your hips and slowly guided you downward as Lucifer looked on, stroking his dick.

As Diavolo began to press his way inside you, you let out a scream and threw your head back in a mix of pain and pleasure. He groaned out loudly, amazed at how tight the velvety walls of your pussy were.  He slowly continued to ease you down.  "Fuck, yes," you screamed out, as he stretched you to an extent that you didn't even know was possible. "You're so big," you whimpered.  As soon as Diavolo was as far inside you as he could go, he stayed still for a moment so you could adjust.  Lucifer smirked and said, "I think you made a good choice, Lord Diavolo.  I think our Y/N needed a big demon cock in her little human pussy."  Diavolo muttered in agreement and he held your hips tightly as he began slowly pumping his dick inside you,  "And you feel so good.  I knew you would.  I just couldn't wait to feel you any longer, Y/N."

Diavolo guided you up and down on the length of his dick for a short while before pulling you forward to kiss him.  You tasted Demonus and your arousal in his kiss as he passionately and aggressively dug his nails into the skin of your back.  Given your angle, which allowed easy access to your ass, Lucifer asked whether you were ready to take him, as well.  "Yes, Lucifer, I want you inside me, too," you whimpered over your shoulder.  Diavolo ran his fingers through your hair and said, "You're doing so good taking me.  I know it probably feels like a lot, my dearest."

You felt one of Lucifer's lubricated fingers press itself into your tight asshole, briefly allowing you to acclimate before sliding a second finger in.  In the meantime, Diavolo was letting out light moans as your walls fluttered around him.  "Someone likes you playing with her ass," Diavolo observed to Lucifer, "It's making her grip my cock so tightly."  Lucifer asked you, "Do you think you're ready to take me?"  You replied with a weak, "Uh-huh."

You felt his fingers leave before feeling the soft pressure of his lubricated dick press against your tight asshole.  As Lucifer slowly entered you, you began screaming out, overcome with pain and pleasure.  Diavolo also groaned out a chain of what you perceived to be expletives in Infernal; the introduction of Lucifer's dick in your ass caused the stretch of your pussy to become incredibly tight around Diavolo.

Lucifer began to tentatively rock his hips and, once Diavolo regained his composure, he began to do to the same.  After a few pumps, they were able to fall into a pleasurable pattern that had you crying out.  Lucifer's arm wrapped around you and he brought his fingers to play with your sensitive clit while Diavolo left a scatter of little love bites along your chest.

As you reached your orgasm, they began groaning out praises for you, telling you how good you felt and how well you were taking both of them at the same time.  "You're such a good girl for us," Diavolo said, smiling at you and stroking your red cheek.
After you came, Lucifer followed shortly after, yelling out something in a language you didn't recognize as he filled your ass.  As if perfectly timed, Diavolo came next, entirely filling your pussy with his royal cum.

Tired, as well as full of bliss and cum, you promptly rolled off of Diavolo and plopped onto your back on the comfortable bed.  "Fuck, that was good," you cooed to both Lucifer and Diavolo.  Diavolo reached over to his end table and grabbed his D.D.D. to call Barbatos.  Lucifer laid next to you, stroking your hair and whispered in your ear, "Barbatos is bringing you some tea to drink.  This special tea will help rid of any scent mark I left inside you."

Through your post-coitus high, some of Asmo's words came back to you:

"There isn't an effective way to prevent a demon-to-human pregnancy, unfortunately."

"It... it'll rid of j-just scents?  But, what about..." you glanced down at your tummy and back to Lucifer.

Lucifer's gaze went wild, rapidly going from your eyes, to between your legs, to Diavolo, and back to you.  He apparently hadn't realized that Diavolo came inside you until just then.  In a confused tone, Lucifer asked, "Lord Diavolo?  Is... is the possibility of impregnation something you'd planned around?"

Diavolo sighed and said, "I didn't pick up the scent of human ovulation.  I wouldn't have done it otherwise."  Cradling your frightened face in his hands, Diavolo continued, "And, if there were to be any cambion sired, rest assured, I would wed you immediately, Y/N."

Barbatos arrived quickly with the tea for you to drink.  It was agonizingly bitter, but it was a small amount, able to be consumed in one sip.  As you dressed yourself, you looked over to where Lucifer and Diavolo were dressing and chatting about something you couldn't hear.

They didn't seem nearly as apprehensive about a possible pregnancy as you were.  Whether you had the scent of ovulating or not, you still had concerns; namely, Mammon.  How would be treat you if you became pregnant by Diavolo?  He'd probably never want to have anything to do with you again.

Your period couldn't get there soon enough... 

Chapter 18: It's Not a Threat. It's a Warning.

Summary:

After you scare Levi away with some flirtatiousness, Beel comes to you with a request.

Notes:

CW: Discussion of menstruation, sexual dialogue

extrasensory
adjective
ex·tra·sen·so·ry ˌek-strə-ˈsen(t)s-rē -ˈsen(t)-sə-
: residing beyond or outside the ordinary sense

As you'd hoped, your period arrived within the next week and a half.  It was a school morning, so you knew you'd have to stay home for the next few days.  You texted Lucifer and Diavolo in a group chat to let them know.

You:  My monthly friend is here, so we're all clear, guys! :)

Lucifer:  Good.  I'm glad to hear that everything is okay, Y/N.  
Lucifer:  Thank you for letting us know. 

Diavolo:  I'm glad to hear you're relieved, Y/N.

Lucifer:  I'll have your classwork brought to you today. 
Lucifer:  And some supplies for your menstruation. 

Something about Diavolo's response didn't quite sit right with you.  He was glad you were relieved, but didn't sound glad that you weren't pregnant?  Now that you really considered it, he also didn't have any reluctance when he came in you. Surely, he didn't have any ill intentions. Were you thinking too much into it?

As you predicted, the demon who volunteered to bring you your classwork was Levi.  You opened your bedroom door to see his hungry gaze watching you.  He wasn't in his kinky daddy demon form, so you weren't too concerned.

"I figured you'd be the one to bring me my work," you said, standing back from the door, allowing him to come into the room with you.  Concerned, he asked, "A-are you sure th-that you want me to come in here?"

"It's whatever.  If you want to, you can; if not, that's fine, too."

He seemed almost reluctant as he entered your room.  He handed you a small stack of papers and quickly spoke, "Imissedyouinclasstoday."

"Hmm?"

"I-I missed you i-in... class today."

"Aww," you cradled his cheek with your hand, "I missed you, too, my Levi."  He froze at your touch and his face reddened profusely.  You giggled and asked, "Why're you so shy around me?"

"It-It's just that y-you're... and... and I-I like..."

"It's because I'm on my period?"

"Y-yeah," he said, turning his head to use his soft indigo hair to hide his face, "I just feel like y-you think I'm a disgusting, undesirable otaku who only likes women wh-who are bleeding."

You put your stack of papers down and gave Levi a tight hug.  "I don't think that about you at all," you said, trying to comfort him, "You're very desirable."  He scoffed and said, "Yeah, right."

"Yeah, I am right.  Believe me, you're more than welcome to have some time alone with me again this month if that's something you're wanting. And, in case you haven't noticed, you're a hot otaku."

He backed out of your grasp and said, "No, I'm not."  You crossed your arms and said, "I'm surprised you have no idea how hot you are.  Do you have any idea how much pussy you would get in the human world?!  I mean, a sexy otaku AND a man in uniform? They'd be dropping panties left and right."

You stepped toward him and whispered, "Tell me, Levi, the next time I'm riding your beautiful demon cock, should I scream your name?  Or would it get you hotter if I call you Grand Admiral while you're in my pussy?"

If you didn't damm near give that poor man a heart attack...

Levi yelped out a series of syllables and words that didn't fit together before he ran out of your room.

At that moment, Beel was passing by your room, presumably headed for the kitchen.  He stuck his head in and asked, "Everything okay?  I've never seen Levi run like that."  You shrugged innocently and said, "I dunno.  He must've gotten something important from Akuzon."  Beel said, "Mmm... maybe."

After a moment of awkward silence between the two of you, Beel asked, "Hey, can I ask you about something?"

"Sure."

There's so many directions this conversation could go...

Beel had always been very polite and somewhat shy toward you.  Aside from an occasional flirtatious joke between the two of you, he hadn't tried to make any moves on you.  You were grateful, as you'd already begun to weave a tangled web with your relationships with the other brothers.

"So, Belphie told me that you and him have, umm-'"

"He told you?!"

"Well, we have this connection," Beel timidly began, "So, I knew there was something going on with someone, but I figured it was just some girl from school or something.  I, umm, didn't know it was you until I asked him where it came from.  I thought that, since you're going to marry Lord Diavolo, you wouldn't have been interested in any of us."

"Wait, you asked him where what came from?"

"Th-The, umm," he looked at the ground and muttered the rest of his sentence, "The orgasm I had."

Oh, fuck.  The twins actually feel the same thing?!

"That's wild.  I didn't know your connection was like that."

"Yeah.  It felt... really, really good.  I was wondering if maybe sometime... you and I could... I mean, it felt so good, but I kinda wanna feel it for myself."

"Oh!  Well, sure.  N-Now isn't a-a good time, though.  Umm... maybe in a couple of days or something."

A large smile spread across Beel's face and he leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead.  "Well, I'll see you later, then," he said, still with an amazing smile on his face.

A little while later, your D.D.D. started going off with some messages.

Belphie: I heard you and Beel had a little conversation earlier.
Belphie: I hope you know he isn't joking. He wants a piece of your little whore pussy, too.
Belphie: We fully intend to take you up on your offer.
Belphie: I can't help but to wonder... if you could take both of us at the same time.

You: Don't threaten me with a good time, Belpheg-whore.

Belphie: It's not a threat. It's a warning, slut.

You: We'll see about that.

Chapter 19: I Guess That Means I'm Having Fun.

Summary:

Lucifer enlightens you aboutsome disappointing facts about your future nuptials with Diavolo. Beel and Belphie manage to help take your mind off of things, though.

Notes:

CW: Threesome (oral/vaginal), taking a cumshot photo, stalker behavior

 

*TW: Degradation*

constellate
verb
con·stel·late ˈkän(t)-stə-ˌlāt
1: to unite in a cluster
2: to set or adorn with or as if with constellations

The next Sunday evening, Diavolo took you and Lucifer out to an early dinner at Ristorante Six, an luxurious, expensive restaurant not too far from the House of Lamentation. You had heard Asmo talk about going there on dates several times, but this was the first time you'd ever had the chance to go. This particular evening was a date disguised as a casual student-advisor meeting, so as to not draw any unsavory glances or attention from other restaurant patrons.

You had just gotten off your period and felt a little horny, so you were annoyed that you weren't able to have a repeat of that other evening you had with Diavolo and Lucifer.  However, Diavolo wanted to take you out somewhere special.  "Order anything you'd like," he told you.  The menu had a lot of interesting things you'd never heard of, but you stuck with something that sounded familiar, albeit unusual for you to see in a classy restaurant - "Human World Chicken and Waffles."

Though demons as a whole didn't seem to like humans all that much, perhaps even casual human world food could be perceived as fascinating and glamorous in the Devildom.

As the three of you waited for your food to arrive at the table, Diavolo made some casual small talk.  He asked, "So, how long is it that you've been here?  It's been about two months, right?"  You nodded and said, "Yeah!  It's actually been going by quickly.  I guess that means I'm having fun."

"I see," Diavolo said, "Well, how are your classes going?"

"I'm not really doing as well as I'd hoped in Infernal.  The rest is going alright."

Diavolo glanced around to make sure no one was watching before he whispered that he'd be happy to tutor you privately sometime, following it with a little wink.  You tried to stifle a giggle, taking a big gulp of wine.  Lucifer noticed that Diavolo was looking at you a little too lovingly for a public place; his elbow was on the table and his chin was resting on his hand, a small smile on his face.  Diavolo looked like a coy little boy and Lucifer wasn't having it.

"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer muttered, clearing his throat slightly.  Diavolo looked a little confused, so Lucifer quietly added, "Mind your gaze."  Diavolo nodded and sat back in his chair, picking up his glass of wine and staring at it instead of at you.

The rest of the dinner was incredibly uneventful.  You ate too much, drank too much, and were still horny with no relief.  You'd definitely have to take care of yourself later. That is, unless Lucifer wanted to help you.

You and Lucifer parted ways with Diavolo after dinner and walked back to the House of Lamentation together.  "So," Lucifer began, "are you beginning to warm up more to the idea of marrying Lord Diavolo?"

"Mmm, I guess so.  I like him.  I really do.  When will I start planning out the wedding stuff?"

"You won't," Lucifer said, apprehensively, "Is... is that a human world thing?  The bride plans out the wedding?"  You stopped walking and said, "Uh, yeah.  It's a huge thing, at least in the country I'm from."

Lucifer, who'd stopped walking and turned to look at you, said, "For a royal wedding, when marrying outside of direct Hell royalty, the decisions are all made by that family and their advisors."

"So, I don't get to pick out any decorations?"

"No."

"Not the wedding cake, either?"

"N-no," Lucifer said, his resolve starting to crack as he saw you getting visibly upset.

"Well, at least I can pick out my dress... right?"

Lucifer shook his head and said, "No, unfortunately not."  You muttered in acknowledgement, but stared at the ground and the both of you continued walking back home without another word.

So... you were in an unfamiliar place, entering into an arranged marriage with someone who wasn't even a human, and you couldn't even make any decisions about your own wedding?  A wedding you didn't even ask for.  A wedding...

A wedding you didn't even want.

When you got home with Lucifer, you pulled out your D.D.D. and saw that you had a text... from Belphie?

Belphie:  You went on a date with Diavolo?

You:  Yes.

Belphie:  Did you get any dick tonight?

Ugh, he's always so charming, isn't he...

You:  Not that it's any of YOUR business, but no.

Belphie:  Aww.  Poor baby.  You're probably feeling so dick-starved right now.
Belphie:  You can get two tonight if you come to me and Beel's room.

You were planning to try to throw it back at Lucifer tonight, but Belphie's proposition sounded a little more entertaining.  You got to your room and went into the bathroom to bathe and change into some more comfortable clothes.

You:  Yeah.  Lemme shower and I'll be up there in a little while.

You stripped out of your clothes quickly and got in the shower, still fuming over your conversation with Lucifer.  You get no choices in your own wedding?  I mean, not having to make those choices would make your life a little easier, right?  If people complain about the decorations and food and shit, you wouldn't be too blame at all... right?

No.  It's still not fair. It's YOUR wedding.

But... this is technically Hell.  You came here without a choice.  You haven't really been able to make any major life choices since you've been here.  Why would your wedding be any different?

After getting out of the shower and drying off, you wrapped the towel around yourself and opened the door to go back into your bedroom.  You thought your heart stopped when you were instantly met with two smiling demons sitting on the side of your bed.

"HOLY FUCK, DO NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING KNOCK!?"

"Hey, slut," Belphie said, a malicious smirk on his face, "You were taking too long, so we decided to just come down here, instead."  Beel just silently smiled, his face blushing as he looked over your body.

"Plus," Belphie continued, a seductive hint to his voice, "By the time we're done with you, you'll need another shower.  We wouldn't want you to have to hobble down the hall with our scent all over you to wash off in the bathroom we share with our brothers, would we?"

"N-no," you quietly said, "I guess not."

Belphie laid back on your bed and said, "Now, be a good little slut and come get on our demon cocks."

Belphie and Beel both slowly pulled their pants down, exposing their large, hard dicks.  You approached the bed, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.  Belphie huffed out a little laugh and said to Beel, "You smell her, right?  She's nice and ready for us.  A needy human like her is always ready.  Right, Y/N?"

You acknowledged Belphie with a glare as you got on your knees on the bed between them.  You licked the palms of your hands to act as a temporary lubrication before taking one dick in each hand and stroking both of them gently.  Belphie removed the towel wrapped around your body and tossed it to the floor, looking up at you with a sneaky smile.  He looked hot as fuck, lying there looking up at you, but something about the look in his eyes made you want to slap that little smile off his face.  You reminded yourself that this wasn't about Belphie; your attention should be on Beel, so you focused on him instead.

Beel's dick was iridescent, much like Levi's, and was quite large, both in length and girth.  Looking into Beel's eyes, you saw that they were glazed over with lust.  You scooted back a little before bringing your mouth to the tip of Beel's erection, slowly circling your tongue around the tip.  When you did that, Beel let out a contented groan and Belphie whimpered, "Oh, fuck, Y/N."

Oh, that's right!  They can each feel what's going on with the other's dick!

You bobbed your head gently on Beel's dick for a few seconds before you abruptly shoved your mouth as far down as it would go, allowing it to hit the back of your throat; just to see what the reaction between the two of them would be.  As predicted, they simultaneously groaned out.  Beel ran his fingers through your hair and quietly said, "Y/N, that feels so good.  Don't stop.  Please, don't stop."  You began bobbing your head more quickly, going down as deeply as your throat would allow you, keeping eye contact with Beel as you did.  His cheeks were flushed and he was biting his bottom lip, utterly mesmerized by the sight of you pleasuring him.  You were focused on Beel, so you barely registered the feeling of Belphie removing your hand from his dick.

After a couple of minutes, there was movement next to you, followed by Belphie's cold fingers mercilessly rubbing your clit.  You shrieked from the shock of the cold sensation as you lifted your head from Beel's dick, a thin string of saliva still connecting you, and turned to look at Belphie.  He made eye contact with Beel before looking back at you and smiling as he asked, "Why don't you go ahead and ride him, Y/N?"  His voice was deep and tranquil as he said it, a contrast to his usual bitter tone.  You glanced back over at Beel to make sure he was okay with it.  Beel happily nodded and reached down to grab your hands, pressing his palms against yours and lacing his fingers with your own.

You got on your knees and lined his hard dick up with your wetness.  As you sank onto him, he began groaning and he gripped your hands a little tighter.  You stayed still for a moment to allow both you and Beel to adjust.  In the meantime, Belphie was sitting behind you and he snaked his arms around you, one hand returning to rubbing your clit and the other reaching up to your breast and playfully pinching your nipple.  When a sharp whimper escaped your lips, Belphie started in with his abrasive attitude again.  He let out a snarky little laugh and said, "I love making you squeal like a little whore."  He squeezed your nipple and clit abrasively, which caused you to let out a louder cry and caused your pussy to tense around Beel's dick.  Beel and Belphie each groaned, both having felt the squeeze of your walls. Belphie continued his taunts, "So responsive, just like a mindless slut should be."  He slapped your ass forcefully before he said, "Ride his cock already, bitch.  I wanna watch you."  Belphie moved from behind you, scooting over to sit at the head of your bed, leaning back casually against the pillows and the headboard.  He wrapped his hand around his dick and you heard him mutter out the soundproofing spell.

You focused your attention back to Beel as you began slowly rolling your hips against his, both of you letting out pleasured moans.  After a few minutes, he moved his hands to your hips, his strong fingers gently gripping your skin.  "You feel so good," he said, smiling up at you; pure delight shone on his face.  You quickened your movements and asked him, "You like that, baby?"  Beel let out a pleased whimper.  In your peripheral vision, you saw Belphie still stroking himself and watching you hungrily.  You looked over in his direction and asked, "You like that, too?"  His hand stilled and his expression hardened as he glared at you.

Was he embarrassed or something?

Belphie's cheeky smirk reappeared and he said, "You're a stupid human whore who's getting her pussy stretched by a big demon cock.  Of course I like it."

"But, you can feel this, too... right?"

His smirk disappeared and he looked almost sheepish as he admitted, "It would feel better if you'd come put your mouth on my cock while Beel fucks you from behind."  You looked at Beel and waited for him to make the decision.  Timidly, Beel said, "Oh, y-yeah.  That's fine."  So, Beel got up as you rotated your position.  You laid on your stomach, bracing yourself on your elbows, and grabbed Belphie's dick before taking it in your mouth.  Meanwhile, Beel took his position behind you, lifting your hips slightly and lining his dick back up with your pussy before he began fucking you into the mattress.  As you ran your wet mouth up and down Belphie's length, he gently grabbed your hair and matched your movements by rutting into your mouth.

From the new angle, Beel was able to hit your g-spot with expert precision and it didn't take long for you to have what you could only describe as a violent orgasm.  Your legs were shaking as Beel continued to fuck you.  Belphie smiled and said, "You should see your face right now, Y/N.  You look like such a dirty, used whore."  Beel's pace slowed for only a moment, almost as though he was offended on your behalf, but he said nothing to Belphie.

Your question about whether they would cum at exactly the same time was answered soon thereafter when Beel quickly pulled out to shoot his hot cum on your ass and Belphie pulled out to shoot his on your face.

Quickly, Belphie pulled his D.D.D. out and snapped a picture of your cum-covered face.  "THE FUCK, BELPHIE," you yelled, lunging toward him.  Beel finally said, "Belphie, what're you doing?  Why'd you do that?"  Belphie didn't acknowledge his twin, instead hiding his D.D.D. behind his back.  He jokingly tapped his face and said, "Hey, Y/N, you got a little something on your face right there."

"No, for real," you whined, grabbing your towel from the floor to wipe your face, "delete that."

"Nope.  I think not."

"You're a fucking douche-nugget! You know that, right?!"

"Bitch, I won't lose sleep over your opinion of me," Belphie said.  Beel once again spoke his twin's name in a warning tone as he adjusted his clothing.  Belphie glanced over at Beel only briefly before returning his gaze to you.

"Well... at least let me see how it turned out," you said, hoping to trick him into lowering his guard and showing you the picture. Maybe, just maybe, you could grab his D.D.D. out of his hands to delete it yourself.

Belphie sputtered a laugh and said, "Yeah, right.  I'm not stupid, you trashy fucking human."  He rose from your bed, straightened his clothes, and left your room.  Beel awkwardly grabbed your hand for a moment and said, "Thank you, Y/N.  I really enjoyed that."  He kissed the top of your head and followed his brother out of the room.

Belphie was hurrying up to the room that he and Beel shared.  There's no way he would be stupid enough to let you get your nasty fucking hands on his D.D.D.  He didn't need you accidentally seeing those other pictures he had on there.

Those other pictures that he'd taken of you before.

They were cute, innocent ones that you didn't know Belphie had taken of you at times when you were sleeping peacefully next to him in your bed.

They were cute, innocent ones that he would, unbeknownst to you, frequently gaze longingly at when he was thinking of how much he wished you could be his.

Only his.

Notes:

Ol' creepy-ass Belphie, back on his bullshit.
o_o

Chapter 20: I Ain't Stealin'. I'm Borrowin'.

Summary:

Diavolo approaches you while you're having lunch with Levi and Mammon and seems a little irritated at Mammon's presence at your side. Later, in your spells class, Satan gets flirtatious with you.

Notes:

CW: mild sexual dialogue, use of "Master" as an honorific

cognizant
adjective
cog·ni·zant ˈkäg-nə-zənt
: knowledgeable of something especially through personal experience

The next afternoon, you were eating lunch at a table in the cafeteria, sitting between Mammon and Levi.  As usual, Mammon didn't bring anything to eat (or any money), so he was stealing little pieces of food from your lunchbox.  Levi scolded him, "Maybe if you weren't so greedy, you could be the one buying food for Y/N instead of stealing from her." Mammon snapped back, "I ain't stealin'.  I'm borrowin'."

"Borrowing?  What are you gonna do, Mammon?  Are you gonna spit the food back out and give it back to her later?"

"No, ya fuckin' dingleberry, I'm gonna return the favor and let her have some of mine next time we go out."

A deep voice behind the three of you asked, "Who's going out?  Where?"  You all turned around to see Diavolo standing there, smiling with stark insincerity.

Well, fuck, that probably sounded like a weird sentence if Diavolo heard it without the context.

You plastered a cute smile on your face and said, "Mammon was just telling me next time we go pick up food, he'll share with me since I'm sharing mine with him today."  There was still a sparkle of suspicion in Diavolo's eyes as he nodded and said, "I see.  Hmm.  Well, I was just coming in here to see if I could join the three of you for lunch."

Could you really even tell him no without looking downright suspicious?  You'd done a good job concealing your sexual relations with the brothers from Diavolo (with the exception of Lucifer, of course).  You shouldn't deny your fiance-to-be the ability to sit by you at lunch.  "Sure," you whispered to Diavolo, "But don't make it look suspicious."

Diavolo nodded and stared at Mammon.  They awkwardly looked at each other for a few seconds before Diavolo, exasperated, asked, "May I take this seat?"

"Ya sure you don't wanna sit across from her and play footsie or whatever?  Or maybe tell Levi to move seats?"

"I'm sure, Mammon.  I'd like to sit in this seat next to Y/N.  I'm certain you understand why."

Mammon huffed out a sarcastic laugh and said, "Psh. Yeah, I'm about to head out anyway.  I gotta go, uhh... I gotta fix the, umm, that thingy in that classroom.  See ya."  Mammon got up and aimlessly walked away.

He was such a horrible liar.

Diavolo shrugged and sat next to you.  Levi, who had been quiet since Diavolo arrived, pulled out his D.D.D. and focused on some game, trying to completely withdraw from his surroundings.  Diavolo glanced around to make sure none of the other students and staff were paying much mind to them before he quietly said, "I was thinking about having you come over sometime to spend a weekend at the castle with me.  Someday, it'll be your home, too.  We should take some time to get you familiar with it."

You gave him a playful side-eye and asked, "That's all?  Just to get familiar with the castle?"  You heard Levi mutter something along the lines of, "I can't believe I'm hearing this normie shit right now."  Diavolo looked down at the table, trying to hide his boyish grin, and said, "Well, we'd most certainly enjoy other diversions together while you're there."

You were about to say something when a professor approached your table.  "Lord Diavolo," the agitated teacher began, "Have you had a chance to review the report regarding this incident with that student..."

You slowly tuned their conversation out.   It was completely irrelevant since you didn't know who that teacher was or whatever student it was that they were talking about.  Much like in the human world, you channeled your attitude of drinking your water and minding your business.

Diavolo eventually turned to you and said, "You'll have to excuse me, Miss Y/N, but I have some business to attend to."  You smiled and nodded, feeling a strange relief wash over you when he left.

Your D.D.D. vibrated with a text message.

Mammon:  I'm watchin' ya, Y/N.  I'm on the other side of the cafeteria.
Mammon:  Whaddya say me and you head over to a broom closet?
Mammon:  I'm feelin' a lil horny.  >:)

You looked up and glanced around the cafeteria before spotting Mammon.  You texted him back quickly.

You: I want to, but lunch is almost over and I have my spells class next.  Can I take a raincheck?

Mammon:  Aww.  You're gonna make me cry.
Mammon: Just kiddin'.  Yeah, just hit me up at home later. ;)

You looked in the direction of your favorite demon and blew him a kiss.  When he blew a kiss back to you, you felt as though a swarm of butterflies was attacking your insides.

Did he even have the slightest idea how in love with him you are?

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During your spells class, you were quietly working on an assignment related to botany spells, when your D.D.D. vibrated with a text message.  This particular professor didn't care if students checked their messages during class, so you didn't feel any apprehension in pulling your D.D.D. out and checking your texts.

Satan:  Some of these botany spells require some existing knowledge of Infernal, which I know you don't have.  Would you like to come sit back here with me?  I'd be more than happy to help you.

You glanced over to the assistant teacher desk and saw Satan looking back at you with a genuine smile.  Looking back down at your paper, it became very apparent that you needed help with it.  When Satan saw you rise from your table and walk in his direction, his smile broadened.

"Hey," you whispered to him, grabbing a nearby chair so you could sit next to Satan.  He replied, "I figured you might need help.  I didn't think it wise of them to have you take Infernal and spells at the same time, but no one listens to me."

"Well, I listen to you.  And I agree.  The foundation of Infernal seems necessary to understand some of these spells.  They should've had me finish at least one introductory Infernal course first."

Satan leaned close to you, close enough for you to smell his fragrant aftershave, and whispered, "The good news is that I'm here to help you, Y/N."  You felt him lightly bite your earlobe.

WHAT!? Okay, so that was unexpected!

Glancing around the room, no one was looking in your direction.  You turned your head and looked Satan in his eyes, your faces so close that your noses were almost touching.  His green eyes were sparkling with deviousness.  You flirtatiously whispered back, "And what do I owe you in return?"

"I'll think of something."

You did a quick once-over of the other students in the class, making sure no one was looking in your direction, before quickly pressing a soft kiss to Satan's lips.  "Accept that as a down payment," you whispered.  He was typically such a well-composed demon, so seeing the subsequent blush that crept onto his face was very satisfying.  Satan said, "Don't play a dangerous game like that with me, Kitten."

Kitten?

"Okay, then, Master."

Satan froze for a moment before saying, "Mmm... we'll see how fearless you are if - no, when - I'm able to get you alone."  The light in his green eyes danced when you couldn't bring yourself to formulate a response.  He continued, "Right.  Well, let's get started with your schoolwork.  Sorry if it's difficult to concentrate --" he glanced between your legs briefly before returning his gaze to yours "-- I can tell I may have gotten you a bit... worked up."

You rolled your eyes and pressed your thighs together as tightly as possible (as if that would keep his demon senses from being able to smell you) and glared at him.

Goddamnit, Satan!

Notes:

If you've read this far into my story, you may as well also follow me on TikTok, @aprilokeard. :)

Chapter 21: He'll Be Showing Up At My Door.

Summary:

You and Mammon end up having some alone time in a closet after a chase with Levi. Later, you end up having an unexpected encounter in your room.

Notes:

CW: vaginal sex, masturbation

nescience
noun
ne·science ˈne-sh(ē-)ən(t)s  ˈnē-  -sē-ən(t)s
: lack of knowledge or awareness

That afternoon, as you got home from school, you arrived to the complete chaos of Levi chasing Mammon around the house.  As usual, Mammon had stolen something of Levi's and sold it off for some Grimm.  You didn't even have a chance to find out all the details because Mammon snatched you up from the front hall and carried you with him upstairs.  He pulled you with him into a nondescript closet that was near the top of the stairs and he quietly shut the door.

"Mammon, what'd you--"

He clapped his hand over your mouth and whispered in your ear, "Shh.  He'll find us if ya don't be quiet." The closet was cramped, dusty, and empty, almost as though it served no purpose and had been completely forgotten.

For the next few minutes, Levi ran through the house, yelling chains of expletives and threats to Mammon.  You heard Levi going in each of his brothers' rooms and yelling, "MAMMON, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?  THAT WAS A ONE-OF-A-KIND CUSTOM FIGURINE!"

As Levi stalked down the hall and got closer to your closet, Mammon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close; perhaps he did this more to comfort himself than to comfort you.  You heard his heart pounding in his chest and smelled his expensive cologne.

Fuck, he smelled so good and felt so warm and comfortable.

Levi passed the closet and you heard him go into his own room and slam the door, going on another profanity-laced tirade about whatever figurine it was that Mammon had stolen.  Since you were no longer in any imminent danger, you figured Mammon would let go of you, but he didn't. He kept his arms around you and his hands began to slowly stroke your back.  "Hey," Mammon said, his voice low and seductive, "I've been thinkin' about ya since lunch."

"Oh, yeah?  Whatcha been thinking, exactly?"

Bringing his mouth close to your ear, he whispered, "I've been daydreamin' about a lotta stuff.  That pretty mouth wrapped around my big cock, for one.  I've also been thinkin' about how much I'd love havin' ya sit on my face.  I wanna taste ya while ya grind your pussy on my face.  And I kinda..." Mammon trailed off, clearing his throat.  You urged him to continue, "Don't stop. What else, Mammoney?"

"I wanna, umm... I wanna... cum in... inside ya," he quietly said.  Even in the shadowy darkness of the closet, you thought you saw a blush forming on his face.  You also became increasingly aware of his erection growing against you.  He fully understood how he felt about you and he had a sneaking suspicion that you felt the same way about him.  Mammon knew this was a dangerous game he was playing, wanting to cum inside you.  Besides, you technically weren't his.

"I wish I could let you," you said, bringing your hand down between your bodies so you could stroke his hard dick, "but I, umm, I just can't afford to get pregnant right now.  I don't have a way to prevent it, my Mammoney."

Mammon leaned down and kissed the top of your head, "You're so responsible. That's one of the reasons I love ya so much."

Wait... did he just say "love?"

That was the first time he'd ever said he loved you, aside from that time that he accidentally blurted it out when he came; however, you didn't really count that since he took it back right after saying it.

But, he didn't take it back this time.

You quietly asked, "Y-You said you love me?  Do you really?"  Mammon paused for a second and you thought he was about to take it back; however, he sighed and said, "I do.  I really do love ya, Y/N. I understand if ya don't wanna say it to me 'cuz Lord Diavolo or whatever, but--"

"I love you, too, Mammon."

There was an awkward moment of silence between the two of you before he slammed his lips against yours, the inertia and force of his kiss causing you both to slam into the wall behind you.  You moaned into the kiss and he frantically began unbuttoning your uniform jacket.  When he was able to remove it and discard it on the floor, Mammon got to work with your tie and your teal uniform shirt.  At the same time, with your lips still pressed to his, you pushed his uniform jacket off his shoulders.  He gently stuck his tongue into your mouth, deepening your kiss, as his hands reached down to caress your outer thighs.  Mammon slowly drug his hands up your thighs, lifting your skirt with them.  When he got to your panties, he hooked the waistband with his fingers and slowly pulled them down your legs.  "I wanna be inside ya," he panted into your ear, "I need ya so bad, treasure."

"Then hurry up and fuck me, Mammon."

Mammon exhaled sharply before he grabbed your hips, spun you around, and passionately shoved you against the wall.  You inadvertently let out a little squeal of delight at his sudden dominance.  He sandwiched you between himself and the wall, allowing you to feel the pressure of his erection against your back.  Mammon's mouth was next to your ear and he whispered, "Ya better stay quiet.  Ya wouldn't wanna make too much noise and get caught in here with me, wouldja?"

"N-No."

"You'd prolly be real embarrassed if someone walked in here and saw ya gettin' pounded from behind by me, huh?"

You didn't admit to anything, knowing damn good and well that the risk of being caught was contributing to your excitement; however, you asked whether he could at least put the soundproofing spell on the closet.  "Good idea," Mammon said, "The sounds of me pleasurin' ya belong only to us."

Behind you, Mammon spoke the soundproofing spell, which was followed by the sound of Mammon quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his uniform pants.  When you heard his pants hit the floor, you felt his hand gently press your upper back, prompting you to lean forward and stick your ass out.  Then, the hand moved down your back and gently held your skirt up while his other hand reached down and stroked the wet folds of your pussy.  "Mmm, I think ya were made for me," he whispered.  Moments later, his hand was replaced by the sensation of the smooth head of his dick, gently pushing against your wet entrance.

Mammon slowly entered you and sheathed as much of himself inside you as he was able to.  The snapping of his hips was slow and gentle at first, but he increased his speed quickly.  The speed and force of his thrusts were taking your breath away.  You whimpered as he thrusted, "Fuck, Mammon, fuck this pussy."

"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck ya 'til ya cum all over my big demon cock."

Mammon suddenly began feeling the urge to lean forward and bite you to mark you as his own.  The urge was primal; painful, almost. He didn't start to worry too much until his fangs slowly emerged.  He hadn't even shifted into his demon form, but his fangs were so persistent in the need to mark you.  He knew he couldn't stay in this cramped space with you much longer before his craving would begin clouding his mind. Mammon quickly and skillfully rubbed your clit, trying to make sure you were able to cum at least once before he had to remove himself from this situation.

You moaned out loudly and your warm walls squeezed his dick.  When your orgasm passed, Mammon abruptly stopped thrusting into you.  He slowly pulled out and said, "H-Hey, I, umm... I just remembered I gotta go and get the, uhh, the thing... from the place."  He quickly pulled his pants and underwear up and straightened himself up.  You slowly reached down, grabbed your panties, and slid them back on.  You asked him whether everything was okay, but his answer was less-than-convincing.  "Yeah, treasure," he said, "I, uhh, I'm sorry I just remembered about it.  M-Maybe I can g-go to your room later on tonight?  I know it's a school night, but maybe I can sneak in your room with ya?"

You put your shirt on and began buttoning it as you said, "I mean, I guess.  You know how Lucifer is, though.  The second he realizes you aren't in your room, he'll be showing up at my door."  Mammon sighed and said, "I know.  But, ya know you're worth any risk of bein' strung up from the ceilin'."  You sighed and said, "That means a lot, Mammoney.  I'm glad you think so."

Now that his fangs had retracted and his panic had begun to subside, he realized how discouraged you sounded.  "I'm sorry I had to kinda cut this short," he said, though he didn't want to elaborate on the fact that he'd stopped because he'd almost been overcome by such a sudden and powerful desire to mark you.  "It's okay.  I understand.  I have other stuff I have to do, too," you lied.  Mammon pressed a quick kiss to your lips before leaving you in the closet to finish getting dressed.

You couldn't quite figure out what had happened, but something about Mammon's actions didn't sit right with you.  Was it something you did?  It couldn't be.  You hadn't done or said anything wrong, at least not that you knew of.  Perhaps you'd be able to talk to him about it later on.

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That night, you laid on your bed and waited for Mammon to come to your room.  You were just in a short fluffy robe and lace panties, figuring you'd take the opportunity to seduce him as soon as he came into your room.  You came earlier, but it wasn't enough.  You wouldn't feel fully satisfied until you knew that you'd satisfied him, as well. You pulled out your D.D.D. and texted Mammon.

You: Hey, did you still plan on coming to my room tonight? It's getting late and I'm getting a little sleepy.

Mammon: I'll try to be down there in a lil bit, treasure.

You: Oh. Okay. :)

After several more minutes of waiting for him to show up, you decided to play with yourself.  You untied the belt of your robe and opened it up.  Closing your eyes, you began rubbing your tits, picturing that Mammon was the one touching you.  Lightly, you pinched your nipples, causing them to stiffen.  When you felt the wetness pooling between your legs, you spread them slightly and slid one hand down under the waistband of your panties.  Pressing your middle finger between your pussy lips, you felt how wet you were.  You pressed your middle and ring fingers inside yourself a couple of times before you brought them up to your clit.  As you rubbed your moistened fingers along your clit, you pictured that it was Mammon licking your pussy.  A surge of pleasure coursed through you, causing moans to start pouring from your lips.  You bit your lip to try to help stifle the sounds you were making.  It just felt so good, thinking about Mammon touching you.

*Knock* *Knock*

FINALLY!  About time Mammon showed up!

You couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he walked in your room and saw you playing with yourself already.  His face would probably turn bright red and he'd get a little embarrassed.  There was something so satisfying about seeing an ancient demon blush when he looked at you.

"Come in," you cooed, looking toward the door as it opened, and continued to play with yourself.  You wore a satisfied smirk as you waited to see your lover's face.

"Good evening, Y/N, I--"

IT'S NOT MAMMON!?

Still with one hand on your breast and the other in your panties, your horrified, wide-eyed stare was met with the similarly horrified, wide-eyed stare of Lucifer.

You frantically held your robe tightly around yourself and started sputtering out an apology; however, Lucifer entered your room and shut the door quietly behind himself. "Y/N," he began, his voice deep and sensual, "Please, please continue. Don't stop satisfying your urges just because I'm in the room."

"Hold up, Luci. You... you mean you're, umm..."

"Are you asking me whether I'm wanting to watch you pleasure yourself?"

You nodded weakly.

"Yes," Lucifer said, coming over and sitting on the edge of your bed, "Let me watch you."

Chapter 22: You Do Look Quite Flustered.

Summary:

You help relieve Lucifer's arousal, which leads to your first fight with Mammon.

Notes:

CW: Hand job, making out, dry humping

encumber
verb
en·cum·ber in-ˈkəm-bər
: to impede or hamper the function or activity

You should've known it wasn't Mammon when there was a knock at the door.  Mammon didn't knock.  He would almost always just burst into your room and make himself at home.  Now, you were in the awkward position of sitting on your bed with Lucifer, who was waiting for you to play with yourself again.

"Y'know, Luci, I'm kinda tired.  I think I should just--"

Lucifer let out a snide little chuckle and asked, "Do you take me for a fool, Y/N?"

"Why?  Because I wanna go to sleep?"

Where was Mammon?  Hopefully, Lucifer would be out of your room before Mammon tried to come in or all hell will break loose.

"I know you aren't tired enough to go to sleep in such an aroused state.  I also happen to be in such a state right now.  Perhaps we can--"

"Luci... was that the whole reason you came down here?  To come and fuck me?"

Lucifer averted his gaze and cleared his throat.  He asked, "Would you think badly of me if I said it was?"  You shook your head and did, "Honestly, no."  You were waiting for Mammon, but you didn't see anything wrong with helping Lucifer out while you waited.

"I don't wanna fuck, but perhaps I can help you another way," you said, leaning down and retrieving a bottle of lube from under your bed.  Lucifer bit his bottom lip and leaned back on his hands as you reached to unbutton and unzip his pants.  His dick was already completely erect as it sprung out when you pulled his pants and boxers down.

You opened the bottle of lube and slowly poured some on his erection.  He groaned out and said, "You look so beautiful in just your robe.  I love seeing your body."  You grasped his dick and slowly began to stroke him, you asked, "Should I take it off?"
Lucifer's cheeks were blushing as he nodded and whimpered out, "Yes, my darling.  Please let me see you."

You wiggled your shoulders and allowed your robe to fall down off of your body, leaving you in just your panties.  As you went back to stroking him, he sat up and caressed your exposed breasts with his gloved hands.  The coolness of the leather felt so good on your skin.  "You're beautiful, my love," he said, "I love feeling your hand on my cock.  It feels so good."  Lucifer gently pinched your nipples, causing you to whimper out, "And I love when you touch me, Luci."

"What about when I do this?"

He leaned forward more and took one of your nipples in his mouth.  "Fuck, Luci," you whined out.  In turn, the pace of your hand on his dick picked up.  Lucifer moaned as he sucked on your breast.  "Mmm, don't stop, Luci," you moaned out, "That feels so good."  Lucifer turned his attention to your other breast, taking that nipple in his mouth.  You let out a loud moan as he lightly bit your nipple.  At this point, you were jacking him off as quickly as your hand could move.

Lucifer released your nipple from his mouth and laid on his back on your bed as he yelled out, "Fuck, I'm about to cum!  I'm almost there, baby.  Don't stop, don't stop!"

"Yeah?  You like that?  You like how I'm stroking your big dick, Luci?"

"YES!  Yes, darling!  You're so fucking good at this.  OH, FUCK," Lucifer yelled out as he orgasmed, coating your hand with his hot cum.  His breathing was ragged and his face was bright red.

"Hold on," you said, smiling at him, "Lemme go clean up."  You went in your bathroom and washed your hand, making sure to clean thoroughly with the soap to remove Lucifer's scent.

When you left the bathroom, Lucifer was in the process of tucking himself back into his pants.  "Thank you... for that," Lucifer said, "I'd love to stay with you tonight, but I have some work I need to finish before I go to bed tonight."

"Yeah, that's fine."

Lucifer walked toward you and gave you a strangely chaste kiss on the lips before leaving your room.

"Hmm," you thought, "Let me see if Mammon texted me.  I'm surprised - RELIEVED, actually - that he didn't come in while Luci was here."  There were no messages from Mammon on your phone.  You decided to text him.

You:  Hey, Mammoney!  You still coming?

You checked a couple of minutes later.

No response.

A couple more minutes went by.

No response.

Fortunately, you weren't being left on "read." He just wasn't looking at your messages. That night, you fell asleep while holding your phone and waiting to get a text back from him; however, you never received any reply from him. 

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That morning, after getting ready for school, you went up to Mammon's room.  He didn't answer any of your knocks on his door, so you went ahead and went in his room.  His room was dark, aside from a nightlight he had by his bed. His bed was empty and you didn't see him anywhere in his room.  His car was still there, as well.

Okay, so maybe he's already at breakfast. 

You casually walked into the dining room, expecting to see him sitting at the table; however, the only demons there were Lucifer, Asmo, and Levi.  "Hey, guys," you greeted them and the three of them greeted you as well.  You sat down and poured a cup of coffee for yourself and grabbed a bagel.  Asmo was looking down at his phone, so you decided to text him, figuring he might know what was going on with Mammon.

You:  Hey, ho.  Where's Mammon?

Asmo:  Biiiitch, he looked mad as fuck this morning.  He didn't even sit down for breakfast.  He looked rough, too.
Asmo:  Well, I mean rougher than usual.  Hair just sticking out everywhere and bags under his eyes.  I told his old ass to start using eye serums, but nooooobody ever listens to lil ol' me.

You sighed and put your elbow on the table, resting your head on your hand.  Lucifer looked up from the stack of papers he was reading over and asked whether you were okay.  You nodded weakly and lied, saying that you were fine and just still trying to fully wake up.  You phone vibrated with another text.

Asmo:  You're NOT still drowsy, ho.  Something is up with you and Mammon, right?

You:  I just wanted to see him this morning.

Asmo:  We do have a class together with him, hunny-bunny.  You'll see him later.

You looked across the table at Asmo and nodded. 

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Fortunately, you didn't have to wait for class to see Mammon.  You actually ran into him as soon as you and Asmo entered the school.  "Hey," you said to Mammon, "What happened last night?" Asmo casually slipped away, allowing you and Mammon the privacy you needed.  Mammon rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.  As you grabbed his hand, he pulled it away.

Your face felt hot.  Between cutting your time in the closet short yesterday and not showing up to see you last night, was he just not interested in you anymore?  But, he admitted to loving you.  Did he regret it or something?

He was already several paces ahead of you, but you ran up to him and pulled him into a vacant classroom.  The room was cold, dark, and empty. As with the other classrooms, there were desks and chairs, but no signs that the classroom had been occupied any time recently.

Mammon crossed his arms and asked, "The fuck do you want, Y/N?"  Balling your hands into fists, you yelled, "Mammoney!?  What's going on?  Why are you ignoring me and acting like a dick bag?"

"Oh, I dunno," he crossed his arms, "Tell me if this sounds familiar--" Mammon began speaking in a deep voice "--'I love feeling your hand on my cock. It feels so good.'--" he changed his voice to speak in a high-pithed, feminine voice "--'And I love when you touch me, Luci.'--" Mammon's voice returned to normal "Ya were fuckin' jackin' my brother off, weren't ya?  Did ya ask me to come to your room so I could hear it?  So I could hear how good ya were makin' him feel?"

You paused for a moment before it finally occurred to you that Lucifer never said the soundproofing spell.  Anyone who passed by your room would've heard you!  How the fuck could you be so careless as to forget?  How could Lucifer be so careless?!

Mammon sat on a desk nearby and snapped, "Well, ya ain't denyin' it!  That's fuckin' fucked up.  I can't believe you'd--"

"No!  No, it wasn't on purpose.  He just... I was, umm... So, I was waiting on you and figured I'd, umm, get myself ready.  You were the only person I was expecting in my room, so when I heard a knock at the door, I thought it was you.  Well, I--"

"Since when do I knock?"

"Shush and lemme finish!  I thought you would come in, so I didn't think to take my fingers off my pussy and close my robe until... until after Lucifer already saw me."

Mammon rolled his eyes and asked, "Ya couldn't've told him to, I dunno, leave?  Ya must've already fucked him in the past, huh?" You'd already determined a long time ago that you would never lie to Mammon, so you quietly admitted, "Yes... I have."

Mammon nodded and closed his eyes before saying, "I dunno why I figured he wouldn't try to make a move on ya.  I guess I didn't think he would 'cuz him and Diavolo are close.  Jeez, how many of my brothers have ya been with?"  When you didn't answer immediately, Mammon's eyes shot open and he said, "Ya know what?  I don't think I even wanna know.  It'll prolly piss me the fuck off."

"Why does it matter!?  WHY!?  How many others have you been with in the couple of months that I've been here, huh!?"

Mammon frowned and his face turned red.  "I ain't got any reason to lie or be ashamed!  I've been with," Mammon began counting on his fingers, "I've been with nine."  You scoffed and crossed your arms, "Nine!?  How the fuck do you even find the time to... you know, don't answer that.  Regardless, even if I'd fucked all your brothers, which I haven't, and Diavolo, that still wouldn't even add up to nine.  Why are you mad?  Why does it even matter?  I love you, your brothers, and Diavolo; but, don't you fucking realize how much I love you?  How important you are to me?"

Mammon's frown disappeared and he was staring at the floor.  You continued, "You're the one I love more than any of them."  A disgusted tone in your voice, you continued, "I dunno where you rank me against all those other people you've fucked since we've known each other, but I know where you are in my heart."

You turned to walk toward the door, no longer interested in speaking to Mammon.  He was just frowning or staring at the floor and hadn't even responded to anything that you just said to--

Your arm suddenly got jerked back and you were spun around to face Mammon.  He ran his fingers through your hair as he quietly said, "Ya mean more to me than I can even put in words, Y/N."  He pressed his lips to yours in a fiery, passionate kiss.  Mammon's tongue begged entry into your mouth and you gladly obliged, allowing the kiss to deepen.  He picked you up and laid you on your back on a desk, his lips never leaving yours.  He brought a hand down to your skirt and pulled it up, pressing his hips against you so you could feel how hard his dick was.

"If we weren't at school, I'd fuck ya 'til ya couldn't stand," he whispered, breaking your kiss, "Can ya feel how bad I need ya, treasure?"  He started rolling his hips, causing the pressure of the erection in his pants to press against you clothed clit.  You began quietly whimpering at the amazing sensation at the apex of your thighs.

Mammon began to ask whether you wanted to go back to the house when you were cockblocked by the warning bell for first period.  "Fuck," you shrieked, quickly rolling off the desk, "My first class is practically on the other side of the building!  Gotta go!"

You hurried out the door and took off down the hall, flattening your skirt down and straightening your hair up as you went.

Mammon left the classroom quickly after you, though he was headed in the opposite direction.

He figured he'd be late, but wasn't worried about it.  What he didn't count on was being met by the angry eyes of Lord Diavolo almost immediately after exiting the room.  Okay, now Mammon was worried about this.

"Well, well, Mammon?  What, pray tell, were you and Y/N doing in that classroom just now?  She looked, hmm... I guess disheveled is the word I'm looking for, as she took off down the hall.  And you do look quite flustered."

Mammon said nothing.

"Perhaps we should go to my office, Mammon.  Follow me."

Chapter 23: I Will NOT Be Made a Fool Of.

Summary:

Diavolo brings you in to assert his dominance in the situation with Mammon. Then, he decides it's time to give you your punishment.

Notes:

CW: Possessive behavior, fingering, light humiliation, voyeurism, spanking, safe word, aftercare, a lil pinch of a daddy kink

intransigent
adjective
in·tran·si·gent in-ˈtran(t)-sə-jənt  -ˈtran-zə
: characterized by refusal to compromise or to abandon an often extreme position or attitude 

Diavolo sat at the large desk in his office, reclining in his desk chair as he glared at Mammon.  Barbatos stood by, a stoic expression on his face as he looked down and waited for any orders that might be given.  Mammon averted his eyes, not making any eye contact with either of them.  They all sat in silence, waiting for you and Lucifer to arrive in Diavolo's office.  Diavolo hadn't told Lucifer all of the details of what he'd seen that morning, but told him that there were... problems. These problems warranted a meeting with all of you to address these issues.  He told Lucifer to retrieve you from class, but to not to tell you that Mammon would be there or the reason for this meeting.

Mammon knew he was in deep shit.  What would it be this time?  Freezing Goldie indefinitely?  Getting strung up from the ceiling?  Selling his Demonio? Something worse?  Would you get in trouble?  Surely, Diavolo wouldn't hurt you...

... would he?

Meanwhile, Diavolo was seething.  He was no fucking idiot.  He knew something had happened between the two of you; not sex, as your scent wasn't on Mammon that strongly, but obviously something that shouldn't have been going on.  In the recesses of his mind, Diavolo knew you and Mammon had grown close in the time you'd been in the Devildom.  Very close.

Too close.

When you and Lucifer arrived in the room, Diavolo smirked and stood up.  You first saw Diavolo and smiled at him.  Then, you noticed Mammon sitting across from him, though he didn't turn to look at you as you entered. You looked in Lucifer's direction, but he refused to make eye contact with you.  "Dearest," Diavolo exclaimed, "Thank you for joining us."  "H-Hey, Dia.  What's... going on," you asked.

"Not much, my love.  I'm just going over Mammon's grades and attendance and things with him."

Now, Mammon was thoroughly confused.  He asked, "M-My grades?  But, I thought you brought me here 'cuz--"

"Nonsense," Diavolo exclaimed, a devious smile on his face, "I have some things I'd like to go over in your file.  Barbatos?"  Barbatos went over to a file cabinet nearby and combed through it, looking for Mammon's file.  You casually said, "Umm, this seems kinda personal.  Sh-Should I come back?"  Diavolo's smile disappeared, replaced by a fake sad expression, "No, my love.  I've had a stressful morning and I think your presence will help calm me."

"O-Okay," you said, approaching Diavolo's desk, "Should I pull up a chair?"  Diavolo smiled again and shook his head.  He scooted himself back from his desk and reclined in it slightly.  "Come sit on my lap, my dearest."  You cautiously walked toward Diavolo, who turned his head and made eye contact with Mammon.  Diavolo's eyes narrowed and he emphasized to Mammon, "My dearest."

As you got closer to Diavolo, you casually glanced at Mammon and saw that his face was turning pink and he was visibly upset.  You didn't realize what was happening here, but Mammon did.  Diavolo wasn't going to come right out and punish him.  No, that'd be far too easy. He was going to kill two birds with one stone. Diavolo was going to find some way to humiliate you while also using you to make Mammon jealous.

Diavolo pulled you gently onto his lap, seating you on his leg, your back against his chest and one of your legs on each side of his own.  You were still greatly aroused from being in the classroom with Mammon a short while prior, so you just knew that the scent coming off of you from sitting with your legs spread would grab the attention of the four demons in the room.

Barbatos came back over and handed a large file to Diavolo.  Diavolo thanked Barbatos and opened the file.  He used one hand to flip through the file and the other hand to wrap around your hips and rest comfortably on your thigh.  You placed your hand on the hand on your thigh and gently ran your fingernails over his fingers. You still didn't realize just yet that he hadn't brought you in to simply calm him.

"Okay, Mammon, so here in your file, I see your grades..."  Diavolo's voice completely faded into the back of your mind as you focused on his movements instead.  The hand he'd placed on your thigh slowly began sliding your skirt up to your hips.  You looked anxiously between Mammon and Lucifer and, though Diavolo's large desk obscured their view of your exposed panties, they both knew exactly what was going on.

The hand that had previously been busy flipping through Mammon's file had found itself slowly traveling down between your legs.  He skillfully found your clit through your panties and began rubbing it.  You clenched your teeth, holding back a moan.  Diavolo was still talking and, though you couldn't see his face, you could hear the smile in his voice.  Lucifer looked uneasy and Mammon had an aggravated look in his eyes; however, both of them were obviously focused intently on watching Diavolo casually pull an orgasm out of you.

Don't moan... don't moan... don't moan.

Of course, all the thinking and willpower in the world couldn't prevent you from letting out a small lewd moan when Diavolo's fingers made their way under your panties and two of them dove into your heat.  You already knew your face was bright red.  Mammon exhaled sharply and Lucifer adjusted the way he was standing to help prevent his growing erection from being obvious.  "Shh, Y/N," Diavolo cooed, "Can you be a good girl and hold in your moans for me?"

"Mmm-hmm," you whimpered.

Diavolo started droning on again about Mammon's attendance... or grades... or something.  You couldn't tell anymore.  Your mind was getting more and more scrambled as Diavolo's fingers started slowly moving in and out of your pussy.  You found yourself rolling your hips into Diavolo's touch, his fingers expertly playing with your pussy.

He stopped talking for a moment and pulled his fingers out of you.  You looked over your shoulder to see what he was doing.  You saw him lift his hand to his mouth and suck your juices off his fingers as he glared maliciously at Mammon.  Diavolo spoke to you, but he was continuing to glare at Mammon, "Mmm.  My dearest, you taste divine; like the most delicious human realm honey.  Better than any demoness or succubus that I've ever been with.  I couldn't have possibly ended up with a better bride-to-be."  You looked at Mammon and saw the aggravation and distress across his features.

Diavolo let out a brief chuckle and said, "In fact, I think I should probably cut this meeting short."  Diavolo looked lovingly at you, but spoke to Barbatos, "Go ahead and cancel my meetings for the rest of the morning.  I think I'm -- I mean, I think we're -- going to be busy."  Mammon rose from his chair and asked, "Ya gonna lemme go now, Lord Diavolo?"

"Of course!  Unless... perhaps, you'd like to stay and watch, Mammon?"

Mammon threw his head back and let out an abrasive laugh before he said, "Nah, I'm good.  I'll leave ya with your human."  You could see the worry in his eyes, though.  Mammon didn't want to leave you alone with Diavolo.  He didn't want you to end up getting hurt by him.  Would Diavolo hurt you if he got angry with you?

Lucifer cleared his throat and said, "Mammon.  Back to class."  As Mammon was walking out of the room, Diavolo was sure to loudly say to you, "And I'm going to write a note and excuse you from your classes for today, Y/N.  I'll be quite busy with you."  Mammon looked back over his shoulder to see Diavolo smirking at him while holding you tightly on his lap.

After Lucifer and Mammon left the room, Diavolo leaned close to you, his mouth near your ear, and he whispered, "I think you've been being a bad girl, Y/N."

You opted to remain silent.

"Can you please stand up?"

You scooted off Diavolo's lap and stood next to him.

"Now," Diavolo said, rising from his chair, "can you please remove your skirt and panties?"

You went wide-eyed at his request.  He ignored your gaze and leaned down to open one of the drawers at his desk.  As he searched through the drawer, Diavolo calmly began, "Y/N, that wasn't a question or a suggestion..." you saw him retrieve a small leather whip from the drawer.  He looked back up at you menacingly, "that was a command, my dearest dove."

You anxiously unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor, allowing your panties to follow.  Diavolo then ordered you to lean over his desk.  You felt Diavolo gently run the leather strands of the whip over your ass, causing chills go through your body.  He leaned over you and put his lips next to your ear, "Safe word?"

You were caught off-guard by that.  "I-I.... umm... it's 'Meatloaf.'"

"Y-you said... 'Meatloaf' is your safe word?"

"Yes.  Because it means I would do anything for love, but I won't do that. 'That' being whatever action made me invoke the safe word?"

The joke didn't land, of course.

"Mmm, I see."

Diavolo readied the whip in his hand and said, "So, you won't believe what I saw this morning, Y/N."  You were still confused as to what was even going on, but asked what he saw.

*THWACK*

You let out a small yelp as the whip landed across your ass.  Diavolo continued, "So, around the time of the warning bell, I happened to be walking down one of the halls and I saw you."

*THWACK*

You let out another yelp and Diavolo continued, "But... it was interesting because you looked like you'd just gotten done doing something--"

*THWACK*

"-- that you shouldn't have been doing.  And with someone who you shouldn't have been with."

*THWACK*

Oh, fuck.  How much did Diavolo know!? Surely, Mammon didn't tell him everything!

You let out a little shriek.  Diavolo chuckled and said, "I will not be made a fool of, Y/N!  Whatever is going on between you and Mammon needs to stop.  Because--"

*THWACK*

"--you're--"

*THWACK*

"--mine!"

*THWACK*

"MEATLOAF!"

Diavolo immediately threw the whip to the side and stood you up straight, gently taking you in his arms.  "You did so good, my love.  I'm proud of you," he said, backing up slightly to cup your face in his hands, "Are you okay?  Can I get you anything?" Diavolo said to Barbatos, "Please prepare some soothing tea for Y/N.  Some salve for her sore skin, as well."  Barbatos bowed and got to work procuring the requested items.

"I'm okay," you said, wrapping your arms around Diavolo.  You only broke your hold on him when Barbatos brought the tea and salve over.  Diavolo carefully rubbed the salve on your sore ass as you sipped the tea.  He then helped get your panties and skirt back on.

"Okay, my dearest," Diavolo said, when you were properly dressed and the healing effects of the tea and salve kicked in, "I'll have Barbatos send you right back to your room at the House of Lamentation through a portal so you don't have to walk.  I expect you to get right in the bed and relax.  Watch some videos and do some online shopping.  I have a line of credit I set up especially for you at Akuzon, so you can order pretty much anything you'd like."

"Thank you," you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him gently on the lips.  He gave you a small smile before leaning down and whispering seriously in your ear, "I'm serious, my love.  Whatever it is that has begun to blossom between you and Mammon needs to be snuffed out immediately.  He is your guardian and you are my future wife."

You smiled at Diavolo and nodded, "Okay, Dia."

"Okay, who?"

"Okay... daddy?"

"That's more like it, my dearest dove."

Chapter 24: More to Me Than My Wrath.

Summary:

Satan brings you the classwork for the classes you missed after your fun with Diavolo at school that morning. You decide to let him help you with more than just the classwork from your spells class.

Notes:

CW: Oral sex, vaginal sex, Master as an honorific

enfold
verb
en·fold in-ˈfōld en-
1: to surround with a covering
2: to clasp within the arms

Something woke you up.

You hadn't intended to fall asleep when you got back to the House of Lamentation, but you passed out almost immediately after stripping your uniform off and relaxing in just your undershirt, bra, and panties.  Perhaps it was something in that soothing tea Barbatos had made.  After a few seconds, you realized that what had roused you was someone knocking at your bedroom door.

"Come in," you called out, fighting the drowsiness in your voice.

Satan opened the door cautiously and he quietly said, "Sorry if I woke you, Y/N.  I wanted to bring you your classwork.  I heard that Diavolo sent you home early and allowed you to take the remainder of the day off."

You sat up in the bed, "Who told you?"

"Lucifer.  He's the one who asked for one of us to bring you your missed classwork."

"Wh-What else did he say?"

He quirked an eyebrow and said, "Hmm.  Nothing, really.  You sure are inquisitive this afternoon."  Satan casually closed your bedroom door and walked toward your bed.  "I was just wondering," you said, shrugging and attempting to smile as adorable as possible.

Satan sat on your bed and handed you the papers, smiling back at you.  This smile wasn't genuine, though.  There was something dark in his smile.  Something menacing.  Something--

With a smirk, he asked, "Are you feeling okay, Y/N?  Your cheeks are quite pink."  "Are they?  I mean, I'm feeling alright, I guess," you said, looking down at the papers he'd handed you, looking at the words written on them and pretending you could focus on the text.

Satan hooked his finger under your chin and guided your face up to look at him.  He still had a devious smile on his face.  The two of you sat like that in silence for a few seconds before he said, "You know, I can help you, Y/N?"

"Help me?!  Oh, umm... with what?"

Your thoughts immediately went to Satan holding you down on the bed while he fucked you senseless.  Would he go into his demon form and use his tail to hold you in place while he relentlessly pounded your pussy?  He was the Avatar of Wrath, so he would probably fuck you hard.  Satan was so gorgeous, though, that he could pick you up and toss you around like pizza dough and you'd probably enjoy it.  You felt a small shiver at the thought.

"Help you with spell work, of course."

... oh ... nevermind, then...

Of course he didn't mean anything sexual.  Why would he?  He was the teacher's assistant in that class.  You sorted through your papers to find the work for that class.  Satan gently grabbed your papers and took them from you.  Quietly, he said, "The type of spells I want to teach you about aren't in this work."

"Oh?"

He put your stack of work on the end table next to your bed and said, "I want to teach you a different type of magic."

Oh!  Well, there it is!

"That sounds fun," you said, playing dumb and hoping he was meaning something sexual, "Will you teach me about some kind of sorcery or something?"  Satan smirked and began closing the space between you, his face only a few inches from your own.  It felt like he was about to either kiss you or mock you, but you weren't quite sure which.

He sat back, adjusting his posture so he was sitting up straight.  He took your hands in his own and turned your hands so your palms were facing up.  "Repeat after me," he said, following with a quick incantation and, "And, as you say that, you have to raise your hands up above your head."

You repeated the incantation and followed Satan's directions and your room transformed.  Your room was completely dark, aside from soft light coming from several candles nearby, and you and Satan were now sitting on a significantly larger bed with a black satin comforter.  You looked down and saw a bunch of rose petals on the bed.  Though the surrounding darkness was a little unsettling, there was something almost familiar about this.  You let out a little laugh and asked, "Well, you're a smooth one, aren't you?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"So, what type of romantic magic is this?  Does this spell have a name?"

"Not really.  It's not even supposed to be a romantic spell, actually.  It's just a little something to change our surroundings for a short while.  It will dissipate on its own."

"I see," you mused.  Satan said, "You should be proud of yourself.  This actually turned out beautifully."  "So," you began, taking in your surroundings a little more, "By 'turned out beautifully,' you mean that there are variables to this spell?  What is it for exactly?"  Satan leaned in close to you again and said, "Basically, the translation of the incantation in English is 'Convert our surroundings to a place I've dreamed of with my present company.'  This is a manifestation of a location where you and I were together in one of your dreams."  You felt your face redden a little.

Of course it would be something from a sex dream you forgot you'd had about Satan...

Satan cupped your face with his hand, lightly rubbing your lips with his thumb, and continued, "Keep in mind, this could have been... a classroom.  Perhaps, this could have even been a public place like the park or the library; perhaps the dining room with the company of my brothers; or some place that was special to you in the human world.  It could've been these places, it could've been any location where we spent time together as good friends, but it happens to be... a bed.  Could it be that you feel for me the same way I feel for you?"

He was so close...

... so handsome...

... and something felt so right in that moment.

You practically leapt forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his with such force that he fell backward, pulling you with him.  He quickly rolled both of you over so he was now on top.  Satan broke the kiss and breathlessly, almost poetically, confessed his feelings for you.  "You've set my heart and loins ablaze, my love," he began, "Ever since I met you, your attention has changed from a want to a need.  I desire you so deeply.  I think I've unintentionally given you the keys to my heart."  His expression quickly turned to a smirk as he said, "I think what I'd said to you that first time we went to The Fall together was me bearing my true feelings of lust for you."

"I've got a really comfortable place where you can come sit, Y/N."

Satan sat up and said, "I want your pussy on my face right now."  He quickly removed his uniform coat and tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  He spoke what you assumed to be a soundproofing spell, but in a dialect that you'd never heard before.  He then laid on his back, eagerly awaiting your response to his request.  You cautiously slid your panties off and crawled up to position your knees on either side of his head with your wet pussy hovering over his mouth.  Satan's green eyes shined hungrily up at you as he grabbed your hips to pull you onto his face.  His tongue danced on your clit as his hands slid up your torso and under your bra to play with your breasts, all the while keeping eye contact with you.  You whimpered out his name as you reached both hands down to run your fingers through his hair.  As he began licking you more quickly, you found yourself rolling your hips and grinding your pussy against his mouth, letting out embarrassingly loud moans.

He continued pleasuring you this way until you had an orgasm that left your heart pounding frantically in your chest and your limbs feeling like jelly.  Satan lifted your hips and leaned his head back slightly to ask, "May I please indulge in your body, Kitten?  I want to feel your warm, velvety walls."

"Yes, Master."

The two of you quickly moved around so you were now on your back under him.  He was straddling you, caging you as he leaned down on his elbows, his face only a few inches from yours.  He gently kissed your lips before moving down to pepper kisses down your jaw, your neck, and your chest.  He pressed a knee between your legs, prompting you to spread them and allow him to sit between them.  "Mmm, Kitten is being so good for Master this afternoon," Satan said, running his fingernails up and down your thighs; he wasn't scratching you hard enough to leave any marks, but just enough so you felt tingles all over your body.  He got up for just a moment to quickly remove his unbuttoned shirt and strip himself of his belt, pants, and underwear.

Satan's large, thick dick was already fully erect and happened to have a piercing with a ring at the tip.  "A Prince Albert," you said, gasping in fake surprise, "I hardly took you for the type to have a dick piercing, Satan!"  He smirked and said, "I have more in my demon form.  Maybe I'll let you see it sometime.  For now, I'd like to experience being with you in my current form, though."  "It's always the ones I least expect," you said, laughing nervously as you remembered Levi's accessory.  Your laugh turned to a moan as Satan looked down and began gently rubbing the head of his dick along the wet slit at the apex of your thighs.

"Are you going to be good and take Master's cock?"

As you verbalized your agreement, he slowly sunk his length into you.  He leaned down and pressed kisses to your neck as your fingers roamed through his hair.  He began slowly rolling his hips, allowing him to hit all the right spots.

As he was the Avatar of Wrath, you'd figured sex with him would be fast and rough; however, he fucked you gently, taking time to kiss you all over.  "I hope you don't mind if I don't fuck you hard," he whispered, "I really want us to both enjoy our first time together."

"Mmm, I didn't take Master for the lovemaking type."

Satan stopped his sensual thrusts and looked into your eyes as he said, "There's more to me than my wrath, Kitten.  Just as I know there's more to you than being a human who's still conflicted, sexually and emotionally, about your marriage to the future king."

Ahh, so he'd decided to attack you with facts just then.

"Master knows me all too well," you said smugly, rolling your eyes.

With a smirk, Satan kissed you and went back to thrusting into you, his speed increasing as you both chased your orgasms.  His thrusts soon became erratic and he pulled out to shoot his cum on your stomach. He continued rubbing your clit until you reached your second orgasm, at which point he leaned down and ran his tongue languidly along your wet slit to taste you once more.

Satan reached down to pick up his shirt and used it to wipe his cum off of you.  Confused, you said, "B-But... that's your shirt."

"It's just clothing.  It can be washed.  What type of master would I be if I just left Kitten all dirty and covered in my seed?"

As you went to answer him, your surroundings slowly rippled back to your normal room at the House of Lamentation.  Satan said, "I'm impressed with how well that spell worked out.  You did a good job, Y/N.  If you don't mind, though, I'm going to go upstairs to shower and get some clean clothes.  You should probably shower, too.  I'm assuming you have the appropriate soap?"

"Yeah, I got some."

"Good.  Well, get showered and I'll return to help you.  As in... actually help you with your actual schoolwork this time," Satan said, rising from your bed and putting his boxers and pants back on.

He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he turned and left your room.

Schoolwork!?  Oh, honey, we don't know her right now.

Satan thinks you'll ACTUALLY be able to focus on your work after that!?

Notes:

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Chapter 25: Sleep Next to Me Tonight

Summary:

After you realize that Mammon left late one night to possibly go fuck someone else, you spend some time with Belphie. He apparently doesn't actually hate you.

Notes:

CW: Marijuana use, rough hate sex (?)

 

TW: Degradation

obstinate
adjective
ob·sti·nate ˈäb-stə-nət
1: stubbornly adhering to an opinion, purpose, or course in spite of reason, arguments, or persuasion
2: not easily subdued, remedied, or removed

After what felt like the longest week ever, it was family movie night. On the couch, you found yourself in the odd position of lying on your side with your head on Asmo's lap, your torso across Mammon's lap, and your legs across Beel's lap; meanwhile, Belphie was sleeping while snuggled up to Beel, but had his arms wrapped around your legs. Though he hadn't really talked to you about it, Beel had been very affectionate toward you since you'd had sex with him and Belphie.  Speaking of which, how was it that the Avatar of Lust was the only one of the brothers that you hadn't fucked yet?

Overall, you felt completely relaxed as Asmo played with your hair and Mammon gently ran his fingers along your waist under your shirt. The movie itself was pretty good, but you were still just so tired from a week of studying and tests. You thought, "I'll just rest my eyes for a second. I'm still paying attention to the movie, though. I'm still listening to the actors talking, so..."

Why did you have to go and lie to yourself like that?

The next time you opened your eyes, the room was completely dark. You felt around under you to see if Asmo, Mammon, or Beel were there, but they were gone.  Were you really so tired that they were all able to move without even waking you up?  You pulled your D.D.D. out to check the time. "It's 3:01?  I'm surprised Mammon didn't wake me up or carry me to my room," you thought.  As you tried to move your legs, there was weight on top, which prevented you from moving them.

You turned on the flashlight on your D.D.D. to see who was there, "It's just Belphie." You again tried to move your legs out from under him, but this woke him up.

"Do you mind, Y/N?"

"Belphie, move so I can get up.  I wanna go to my room."

"No. You can stay here with me."

"Don't be an ass. I wanna go to my room."

In the tiny amount of moonlight that streamed through the window and into the room, you saw Belphie sit up. He asked, "Are you going to your room or are you going to try your luck with Mammon's room?  He's not here, you know.  He got a text and left out of here about halfway through the movie, right after he saw that you fell asleep."  You felt a stabbing pain in your heart, but Belphie continued, "So, you can go to his room or your room and be alone.  Hell, maybe he's decided to go and hook up with someone.  If you go to his room, you could possibly be there and see him bringing home whoever it is that he's wanting to fuck tonight.  Can you imagine how awkward that would be, Y/N? So, you can be alone, be in that awkward position,or... you can stay with me.  It's up to you. Besides, I haven't even been able to snuggle with you in such a long time. Haven't you missed me, azizam?"

You weighed your options.  Mammon left after you fell asleep and still wasn't home yet, despite the fact that it was well into the early morning hours. He probably was with someone else.  No, he was most definitely with someone else. There was literally almost no other reason for him to not be home yet. Mammon had been a little weird toward you since that incident in Diavolo's office earlier that week, avoiding eye contact with you, not texting you back as quickly as before.  "Don't get jealous, don't get jealous, don't get jealous," you thought.  You glanced down at your D.D.D. and saw there were no messages or anything from Mammon explaining his disappearance or whereabouts. No demojis or message with "ILY."  "Okay," you told Belphie, "I'll stay with you.  Do you wanna stay on the couch or go to your room or mine?"

"Let's go... to my attic room."

The two of you walked up the flights of stairs to get to the makeshift bedroom set up in the attic. "I don't want to wake up Beel because he has practice in the morning," he explained, "And I figured that maybe you'd want us to have some privacy.  Plus, that's where I keep my human realm weed.  You know you want some.  Don't lie."

Of course he'd have weed. Again, at this point, why the fuck should anything that happens in the Devildom surprise you anymore?

When you got upstairs, Belphie opened the door to his attic room and held it open for you in a surprisingly gentlemanly manner. After you'd entered the room and he'd followed you in, he slammed the door shut.

That gentlemanly act disappeared the second he said the soundproofing spell.

"Strip and get on the bed, whore," Belphie laughed, "We're going to have some fun tonight."  You froze, surprised at the sudden change in his demeanor.  "That wasn't a fucking suggestion, you needy little bitch," Belphie yelled, grabbing your hair painfully at the scalp and dragging you in the direction of the bed, "It was a fucking order."

He sat in the middle of his bed, reclined back on his pillows and said, "I told you to strip for me."  You were still a little drowsy from just having awoken from your nap such a short time ago, but tried to remove your clothes as sensually as possible.

Belphie was clearly enjoying the view as he pulled his pants down slightly, stroking his painfully hard dick. He drank in the view of you slowly stripping before him. There was something about the way he hungrily gazed at you while biting his bottom lip that made your pussy wet.  You still couldn't piece together how this disrespectful asshole of a demon managed to get you so worked up all the time.

When you were completely nude, Belphie reached under his pillow and pulled out a joint, quickly lighting it. He hit it once and held it in your general direction, "Come here, human.  I know what the little slut wants." You approached him and reached for it, but he pulled his hand away from you at the last second, "Nope. You've got to earn it." You crossed your arms and yelled, "Belphegor!"

"Yes, that's my name," he said, shrugging, "What of it?"

You sat on the bed next to him and he said, "Get on my dick first. Face away from me." As you got on him, preparing your position to slide down on his dick reverse cowgirl, he hit the joint and continued, "I want to watch your nice round ass jiggle as you bounce on my dick, whore."

Still hovering just over his hard dick, you looked over your shoulder at Belphie and asked, "The fuck does your broke ass need human realm weed for, anyway? Can't you just--"

Before you could finish speaking, he grabbed your hips and slammed them down, quickly forcing his dick into your pussy.  You screamed in a mix of pleasure and shock.  You glared over your shoulder at him and yelled, "Fuck you, you raggedy motherfucker!"  "Shut up and ride this demon dick, pathetic human whore," he yelled, handing you the joint and an ashtray. Abruptly changing his tone, he calmly explained, "It gives me good dreams.  That's why I have it."

As you smoked the joint and sensually slid up and down Belphie's dick for a few minutes, one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit. He murmured, "You like that?"

"Mmm, yes."

He let out a little laugh and asked, "And how about this?" He put his feet flat in the bed and bucked his hips up slightly, ramming his dick deeper into your pussy.  You shrieked, more out of surprise than out of pain.  "Fuck, I love how you sound when I fuck you just a little too hard," Belphie said, snickering, "Now quit hogging the joint, bitch."  You reached behind your back to hand it to him with the ashtray.

He set them on the floor next to the bed. He hadn't really wanted it back - he just didn't want you to make a mess while he fucked you senseless.

In a quick motion, he wrapped one of his arms around your chest and the other around your stomach as he pulled you backward, his dick still inside you; at this angle, you were lying against him, your back flush against his clothed chest. He grabbed one of your breasts with one hand and played with your clit with the other as he continued fucking you at this unusual angle.

As he expertly hit your G-spot he whispered, "Is that what the dirty slut likes?"  You moaned out in agreement and he laughed, "Of course you do.  Just like any other stupid whore would."  You bent your arms back of pulled on his soft hair. "Oh, fuck, Y/N," Belphie whimpered, almost... submissively?

No, there's no way.  There's no way you actually heard him just moan out like that.

He continued aggressively rubbing your clit, which sent an orgasm crashing through you like a wave.  You screamed out his name and he said, "Yeah, slut, cum on this fucking cock."  Feeling your orgasm sent him over the edge, as well. He pulled out and let his thick cum shoot up to land on your lower stomach.

You were still lying with your back against his chest, trying to catch your breath, when he grabbed a few tissues from a box near his bed and handed them to you to wipe yourself off.

"Did you enjoy that, Y/N?"

"Yeah.  I did, actually," you said, relaxing in your comfortable high, "Do you think Beel did, too?"  "Definitely.  He prolly had a good wet dream just now. You know, I want to enjoy you with Beel again sometime," Belphie admitted, casually stroking your hips with his fingernails, "Would you mind if we both fucked you again?"

You sat up and got off of Belphie. You shrugged and said, "No. I wouldn't mind. Last time was fun."

As you moved to get off the bed and locate your clothes, Belphie grabbed your hand to stop you. "Don't get up," Belphie said, "Stay in the bed with me.  You stay and sleep next to me tonight, in my bed, for a change. I thought you were going to stay with me."  There was an unusual pleading look on his face, but you pulled your hand from his and stood up anyway.

"Belphie... look, you never hesitate to remind me how much you think I'm a whore and you don't like me and other humans.  I think I just wanna go to my room."

"Are you dumb?"

"EXCUSE ME," you yelled.

"Are you dumb, Y/N?  Hasn't it clicked in your head that I'm in love with you? Azizam, I fucking love you, okay!?"

"You don't show it very well," you scoffed. As you stood there next to his bed, Belphie abruptly sat up, wrapped his hands around your waist, and affectionately pulled you back into the bed with him.  You squealed and laughed. "Belphie, you ass," you gleefully yelled.  He pulled you close to him and said, "Again, sleep next to me tonight.  You're high, so stay here and have good dreams together with me.  Maybe we can visit each other in our dreams."  You smiled and pressed your lips gently to his.

"Yes.  I guess I'll stay," you said. Belphie took off his soft sweater and had you put it on so you weren't completely naked since, even though you'd be snuggling under a blanket with the cuddly demon, the attic was still cold by human standards. "So you don't catch a chill," he whispered in your ear before pressing a loving kiss to your neck.

As you rolled over into the position of the little spoon, he pressed several kisses along the back of your neck.  Then, as he nuzzled his face into your hair, he whispered, "Sweet dreams, Aziz-e delam."**

You woke up a couple of hours later and looked down and saw Belphie's hand on your hip. He was there with you, still sleeping peacefully.  You laced your fingers with his and pulled his hand up to rest over your heart.  He let out a contented sigh and you soon also fell back asleep.

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**Aziz-e delam - Persian term of endearment, which means "sweetheart" (lit. "dear of my heart"). Think of this as Belphie's upgrade from azizam - hence the question mark after the "hate sex" CW above.

Chapter 26: Just a Preview of the Fun

Summary:

Diavolo has invited you to his castle for the weekend.

Notes:

CW: potential breeding kink alluded to, sexting, oral sex

imminence
noun
im·mi·nence ˈi-mə-nən(t)s
: something imminent
especially : impending evil or danger

That Friday after school was the start of your weekend at Diavolo's castle. You went straight there after classes that day and were met at the door by Barbatos. "Hello, Miss Y/N. I'm sure Young Master informed you he won't be home for a couple of hours. In the meantime, he had a guest bedroom prepared for you. Please follow me," he said, followed by a polite smile and a bow.

You followed Barbatos upstairs, but your room was apparently in the opposite direction of where Diavolo's bedroom was. You were surprised your rooms weren't closer together. Actually, it was surprising that Diavolo didn't want the two of you to stay in the same room.

Barbatos brought you to a set of double doors that led to a large bedroom. The room was similar in layout to Diavolo's room, but on a smaller scale. Barbatos explained that the closet and drawers were full of clothes, accessories, and other necessities and that the bathroom was fully stocked with everything you'd need. He asked, "Shall I pour some tea for you or would you prefer to get settled in first?"

You smiled at him and said, "No tea, thanks. I'm fine. I'll just hang out in here until Diavolo gets home."

After Barbatos bowed and left the room, you started looking through the closet. The closet was big enough to be its own bedroom and there were all kinds of clothes and shoes in there, all completely brand-new. There were a few small, tight dresses that looked like something Asmo would have picked out for you to wear to The Fall; some elaborate formal gowns that looked like attire you'd wear to special balls and parties; and there were also some regular casual clothes, all of which looked to be your exact style. That was all fine and good, but... there were two dresses on the far side of the closet that caught your attention. They were long, stretchy velour gowns, one black and one burgundy, and they were particularly stretchy around the abdominal area.

Are they... maternity? Surely, Diavolo isn't THAT presumptuous.

You had already acknowledged in your mind that part of your responsibility in marrying Diavolo would be to give him heirs, but it seemed a little soon to start putting maternity stuff in your closet... wasn't it? You'd only been there a few months and there was still no formal proposal or wedding arrangements yet. Shaking your head, as if to get those thoughts out of your head entirely, you pulled those two dresses down and folded them up, putting them in the drawer of one of the ornate armoires in your room. Some big-headed demon baby with Diavolo was probably one of the furthest things from your mind at that point. Marrying Diavolo was low on your list of priorities, if you were being honest with yourself.

Diavolo was tall, handsome, and charming. Obviously, he was a wealthy future king, but that wasn't particularly important to you. Not to mention that the dick was amazing, albeit a little too large. You truly did find yourself falling in love with him. He was everything that you should have wanted in a husband, but...

... he wasn't Mammon.

You went back to the closet to look over the gowns and pick one out for the evening. There was one in particular, a flowy black strapless gown, that caught your eye. You took it out of the closet and tried it on.

The gown fit you like a glove, you assumed due to the fact that most clothing in the Devildom came in just a couple of basic sizes, but stretched perfectly to fit the wearer. You searched the drawers for accessories and located a few jewelry boxes, one of which contained a striking diamond necklace. It was a choker-type necklace with hundreds of small diamonds along the choker part and several large pear-cut diamonds dangling from it. You couldn't even begin to imagine how much something like that would cost in the human realm. You walked over to a nearby mirror and watched yourself casually put on what was probably the most expensive item you've ever laid your hands on.

Perfect.

With nothing else to do, you pulled out your D.D.D. and decided to send a text to Mammon. He'd still been avoiding you recently and it was starting to wear on you. Sure, you still hung out with him casually at school, but he didn't try sneaking over to your room to cuddle at night and, after your recent talk with Belphie and realizing he could be bringing other people into his room for sex, you didn't feel comfortable just sneaking over to his room in the middle of the night.

You: Hey, Mammoney! What kind of trouble are you getting into tonight?

It took several minutes to get a reply from him, during which time you fixed your hair and makeup and picked out a nice pair of black high heels to wear.

Mammon: Nothin', really. Prolly just gonna eat dinner, watch a movie, jack off, and go to sleep. I thought 'bout goin' to The Fall, but I ain't feelin' it...

You: Want me to send a picture to help you out later? ;)

You'd sent him a number of suggestive pictures over the months that you'd been in the Devildom, but figured it wouldn't hurt to offer a new one.

Mammon: Ya really think I'd decline that offer?

After casually sauntering over to the bedroom door to lock it, you removed your dress, leaving you in just your elaborate necklace a pair of black silk panties. You let out a little laugh at the thought that the Avatar of Greed seeing a picture of you in such an expensive necklace might get his dick hard alone. You laid sensually on the bed and held your D.D.D. to get a picture showing from your smile down to your panties, cursing your arms for not being long enough to fit more of yourself in the picture; however, you were sure the picture you were able to take showed enough to help satisfy him.

You sent the picture to Mammon and smirked as soon as you got the message notification.

Mammon: Okay, umm... ya have no idea how bad I wanna try to open a portal and come snatch ya up right now.

You: Why don't you? I'm bored and alone right now.

Mammon: Don't ya have a busy weekend planned with ol' what's-his-name?

You: Lol! He's still at the school right now.

Mammon: Fuck, treasure, I wanna cover ya in my cum. Next time I fuck ya, can I get a pic of ya with my cum on your tits?
Mammon: Or on your pretty face?
Mammon: Or how 'bout I cum in your mouth and get a pic of your mouth full of my cum?
Mammon: They already gave ya that tea that gets rid of demon scent marks, right?

You: Yeah, they did. You can cum in my mouth if you want.

Mammon: Can I cum in... in your... ya know...

You: In my...? My pussy?

Mammon: Yeah. There.

You: I dunno... Maybe.

Mammon: I wanna smell my scent inside ya so bad, my treasure.

As you were about to reply to Mammon, you got a text from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Honey, I'm home. >:) I'm in the dining room.

You immediately switched back to your conversation with Mammon.

You: I'll have to text you later.
You: ILY

Mammon: I love you.

You practically squealed out loud. That was the first time he ever spelled it out instead of just sending an "ILY." You felt your heart skip a beat and replied back.

You: I love you, too, Mammoney.

You threw your D.D.D. in your bag and hurried to get yourself dressed again.

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When you came down for dinner, Diavolo was already seated at the head of the dining room table. When you entered the room, he rose to greet you, a bright smile on his face. "Dearest, you look amazing in that gown! I hope you like the clothing I picked out for you." He reached his hand out to take yours. He pressed a kiss to the back of your knuckles and you said, "I love just about everything. I'm surprised you have me in a separate room, though."

He waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's just because you need to have a separate room until we're properly married. It's just in case any guests or dignitaries decide to drop in and stay. My intentions with you still aren't public knowledge and sharing a room with a student would raise all kinds of red flags."

"Oh," you said, sounding mildly disappointed, "I guess that--"

Diavolo grabbed your chin and made sure you were looking him in the eyes when he interrupted you, "Make no mistake, I will have you in my bed every night that it's just us here. Unfortunately, I can't promise you'll get a lot of sleep during these nights." Diavolo leaned down and put a light love bite on your upper chest. You let out a soft moan and he smiled against your skin. He then pressed small kisses from your chest and up your neck. When his lips reached your ear, he whispered, "Barbatos is still preparing dinner. It'll be a few minutes. In the meantime, I'd like to have an appetizer. That is... if you would like to give me something nice and warm to eat."

You smirked at him and innocently asked him, "Really? And what exactly did you have in mind, Dia?"

"Oh, I think you know."

He pressed his lips to yours in a steamy kiss and secured his hands under your ass to pick you up and carry you in the direction of the dining room table. He walked over to his seat at the head of the table and sat you on it in front of him. Diavolo, with his lips still pressed to yours, guided you so you were lying on your back on the table. Delicately grabbing the hem of your dress, he slowly pulled it up over your hips, exposing the lower half of your body to him, and gingerly spread your legs.

Diavolo sat down in his chair and scooted himself up to the table. He put your thighs over his shoulders and brought his face to your pussy, gently sucking your clit through your panties and giving it a small nibble. You covered your mouth with your hands to try to mask the lewd shriek that escaped you. "Dearest, don't cover your mouth," he said, smirking up at you, "I want to hear every beautiful sigh and scream you have as I pleasure you in ways you've never known."

You removed your hands from your mouth, bringing them down to run your fingers through Diavolo's hair instead. He hooked a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side. "Your pussy is soaking wet, my love," Diavolo said, "And it smells so good." You opened your mouth to say something, but your mind immediately went blank when he sunk his tongue into your heat. Diavolo wanted to hear screams and he most definitely got them.

Diavolo's smoldering golden eyes looked up at yours as his tongue alternated between swirling around your clit and licking between your wet pussy lips. "Oh, FUCK, Dia," you yelled out, pulling his hair with both hands. Heat was building within your body as he began tongue-fucking your pussy. He took his mouth off you just long enough to say, "Cum for me, Y/N. I want to taste you." He gave you a wide, almost diabolical, smile to show his sexy fangs; then, he returned to pleasuring you with his tongue.

It wasn't long before you came, screaming out as you threw your head back and arched your back. You weren't sure, but you suspected that this demon could have possibly just given you an exorcism by way of tongue-fucking you. Meanwhile, Diavolo hummed in approval, licking up the new wave of wetness that came from your pussy.

He sat back and smirked at you, a mixture of your juices and his saliva dripping down his chin as he said, "And just think, my dearest dove, this is just a preview of the fun we're going to have this weekend."

Chapter 27: I Was Just Trying to Mark You.

Summary:

Things escalate during your weekend at the castle.

Notes:

CW: Safe word, bratting, daddy kink, spanking, biting/marking, vaginal sex, hinted breeding kink, aftercare

 

*TW: Degradation, blood*

gratify
verb
grat·i·fy ˈgra-tə-ˌfī
1: to be a source of or give pleasure or satisfaction to
2: to give in to

You and Diavolo proceeded to have a fairly normal dinner after you'd both gotten yourselves straightened up, though you did happen to notice a smug, knowing smirk on Barbatos' face when he brought dinner into the dining room. You supposed they were attempting to accommodate your human world tastes as you observed the plate of what looked like shrimp scampi. Barbatos asked Diavolo, "Young Master, shall I prepare the special tea for Miss Y/N?" Diavolo smiled and looked at you appraisingly as he said to Barbatos, "Yes, please go ahead and do so. Keep a pot of tea ready at all times this weekend." You smirked and playfully rolled your eyes at him.

"Yes, Young Master," Barbatos said, bowing and heading in the direction of the kitchen.

Diavolo politely cleared his throat and asked you, "Are you excited to be wed to me in the future?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm still trying to adjust to all this Devildom stuff."

"Tell me, Y/N, how do you feel about me?"

"Umm... how do you mean?"

"Do you truly see me as a romantic partner?"

"Of course! Why would you even ask that, Dia?"

Diavolo finished chewing his mouthful of food before continuing, "Well, my dearest, I'm beginning to worry that you're getting a little too close with Mammon and his brothers." He rose from his seat and walked around to stand behind you, his long black nails ghosting along your shoulders, as he continued, "I invited you here for the weekend because I wanted to expose you to the type of happy, leisurely life I'll be able to give you here at my castle. You know, just to make sure to give you another little taste of what I can offer you before Mammon or one of his brothers tries to encroach on my beloved." He leaned down, his mouth right against your ear as he continued, "Unless... they already have had you."

You didn't deny it, opting to just remain silent. You didn't know what he already knew. Was the lesser of two evils to remain silent or admit to anything that Diavolo might consider "transgressions" at the House of Lamentation?

At your silence, Diavolo says, "I see. Safe word, dearest?"

"Safe word," you asked, Diavolo's question completely catching you off-guard, "I, umm... how about... stoplight colors?"

"Mmm... Now, that we have that figured out," Diavolo said, pacing around behind you with his arms crossed, "I'm still trying to figure out how much of a dirty fucking tramp my future wife has been. So, tell me, Y/N, how many times have you fucked Mammon?"

You rose from your seat quickly, knocking the dining room chair backward onto the floor, and spun around to face him, yelling, "Why the fuck are you singling him out, Dia?! Why are you so concerned about him in particular?"

"My, my, you're being so defensive, dearest. I'm going to assume that you're none the wiser to how his eyes fall on you on a daily basis. Every single time the two of you are together, he's watching you," Diavolo said, his voice beginning to sound bitter and threatening.

Did Mammon really always look at you like that? There's no way. Mammon is much too interested in playing the field, with his proclivity to just fuck whoever, apparently; being Mister "I've Been With Nine" Other People and whatnot..."

Diavolo hooked his fingers inside your diamond choker and began harshly pulling you in the direction of the living room. "Dia," you began, slightly panicking as you stumbled along, "Wh-What're you doing?"

He dragged you over to a fur rug in the middle of the living room and pushed you down on it. You sat up and Diavolo said, "No. Strip and get on your hands and knees in the middle of this rug, your ass toward me. Keep those high heels on." He sat on a chair nearby and leaned back, his lust-heavy eyes watching you undress as he lit a cigar.

After you'd removed your dress and panties, you knelt down on your hands and knees. Diavolo continued staring at you in silence. You looked over your shoulder at him and saw him puffing the cigar and staring at you. You asked, "Dia, what're you--"

"Tramps should stay SILENT," he yelled at you, his tone more belligerent than you've ever heard before, "And look straight ahead."

You rolled your eyes, huffed defiantly, and turned your head away from him once more.

*THWACK*

You shrieked and unceremoniously fell forward on your face. You sat up and turned around to see Diavolo, who had just landed a harsh smack on your ass, standing behind you. "The correct response to me," he said, scowling at you, "is 'Yes, Daddy.' Am I clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," you said, indignantly.

More quickly than you could process Diavolo grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down on your back, straddling your waist while he held your shoulders against the rug. His face was only a few inches from yours as he growled out, "Are you going to behave, or do I need to fuck that abhorrent little attitude out of you?!"

You glared up at him and said nothing. "Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way," Diavolo said, getting up on his knees and undoing his belt, "Get back on all fours, you little whore." You rolled your eyes and scooted out from under him to get on your knees. He asked, "Color?"

You paused for a moment and gave some thought to the situation and you smirked as an idea popped into your head. "Mmm... GREEN," you yelled, hopping up, kicking your high heels off, and running away on your bare feet. For a demon, it felt like he took half a second too long to process what you were doing. As you ran in the direction of the door, you'd swept your dress up off the floor and haphazardly wrapped it around your torso. The last thing you wanted was for Barbatos or any other members of the sparse castle staff to see you running through the halls naked.

"Oh, hell, Y/N," Diavolo yelled out.

He was definitely giving you a head start - you were certain he could've instantly tackled you, had he wanted to. You quickly ran up the stairs, turned down the hall, you ran into your guestroom.

Where to hide, where to hide? ... The closet!

You frantically scurried to the closet and flung the doors open.

"Surprise."

You screamed and fell back on your ass. Diavolo stood in your closet, arms crossed and smirking. "Human women are predictable," he said, walking toward you, "Did you forget about portals, my dearest? Even if you did, you should know that I can tell exactly where you are by following the scent of your dripping pussy."

... of course...

Diavolo was quickly on top of you, again straddling your waist while pressing your shoulders into the floor. He leaned down, his mouth near your ear, as he purred, "I'm going to make sure you don't forget who you belong to." Then, he traced his tongue down your neck and stopped at your shoulder. Diavolo brought his mouth to your shoulder and dug his fangs into your skin to mark you.

A tingle shot through your body and a flutter vibrated in your chest, followed by a searing pain in your shoulder.

It was painful, but... you didn't entirely hate the feeling of ecstacy that suddenly washed over you in that moment.

Diavolo pulled back from your shoulder and looked longingly at you, his golden eyes burning with desire. A faint redness from your blood tinted his lips as he panted, "C-color, dearest?"

"Green."

Diavolo stood up and reached his hand down to grab yours and help you to your feet. "I want to take you on your bed," he said. With your nod of approval, he laced his fingers with yours and walked you over to your bed.

His hands were all over you as he brought his lips to yours, the taste of your blood mixed with his Demonus and cigar overwhelming you. You quickly worked to undress him, unbuttoning his uniform jacket and pants, and allowing them to fall to the floor. He lowered you to the bed as he removed the rest of his clothing.

When he was naked, you spread your legs for him. Diavolo quickly lined his large dick up with your pussy. You whined out as he slowly entered you. When he'd pushed as far into you as your pussy would allow, he buried his face in your neck and moaned out, "FUCK, Y/N!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and he began rolling his hips painfully slow, ensuring that you were feeling every inch of him. His thrusts soon picked up speed, the wet sounds of his penetration into you and the slapping of your skins together echoed through the room.

Diavolo continued fucking you aggressively for several minutes, leaving small love bites on your shoulders and chest, until his thrusts became erratic and he said, "I'm going to cum."

"Me, too, Dia."

He brought his lips to yours as he came inside you, your orgasm not following too far behind his. Diavolo didn't pull out of you immediately, choosing instead to continue pressing delicate kisses along the skin of your upper chest. He soon slowly pulled his softening dick out of you as he trailed those kisses down your chest, your stomach, your hips, and then settled on the inside of your thigh. Diavolo smirked at the trail of white dripping from your pussy onto the bedsheets.

As he rested his head on the softness of your thigh, his hand found itself on your lower stomach. Diavolo quietly spoke, "Let me plant my seed in you so I can watch it grow." You weren't entirely sure you heard that correctly, but before you could reply, you felt a burning sensation on the inside of your thigh.

"RED! RED! OH, MY FUCK!"

Immediately, Diavolo backed away and you saw his mouth and chin covered in red. You looked down and saw deep, bloody fang indentations on the inside of your left thigh. "What the fuck, Dia," you shrieked.

"I'm so sorry, dearest. Let me get you cleaned up."

Diavolo went to your en suite and returned with a wet washcloth and a couple of wipes. "Again, I'm so sorry, my dearest dove. I was just trying to mark you. I should've asked you first before marking you there."

WAS he sorry, though?

This mark he left on your thigh didn't feel like the type of mark he'd left on your shoulder a short while before. This bite felt like it had anger and spite behind it.

"Mark me? It felt like you were trying to take a fucking bite out of crime or some shit! It's a thigh, not a goddamn corn dog, Dia," you snapped. Diavolo chuckled lightly as he opened the pack of wipes to cleanse the wound on your thigh. You crossed your arms, looked to the side, and muttered, "Oh, shut the fuck up, McGruff-ass motherfucker."

Another reference he wouldn't get, but you felt better after saying it.

"Sorry I hurt you," he said. When he was satisfied with the cleanliness of the bite mark, he used the washcloth to wipe the blood from the skin your thigh. He also cleansed the skin around the mark he'd left on your shoulder. "These are marking bites, so it's best if you don't bandage them, especially the one on your thigh. It'll heal within a few days, love."

"Y'know, this is actually really painful. Is a mark like this supposed to hurt? Do you have anything for the pain?"

"I'll have Barbatos concoct something. I need to ask him to bring the scent mark tea up, anyway."

You reluctantly nodded and tried to relax, despite the burning pain shooting through your leg. Was the whole weekend going to be like that!?

Was he always going to bite you like that?

Chapter 28: This Prolly Ain't a Good Idea.

Summary:

Mammon isn't a fan of the marks Diavolo left on you.

Notes:

CW: No smut - breeding kink referenced, possessive behavior, markings, a little bit of angst

dereliction
noun
der·e·lic·tion ˌder-ə-ˈlik-shən ˌde-rə-
1: an intentional abandonment

To Diavolo's credit, he didn't try to give you any additional painful bites for the remainder of the weekend. He did leave a few more little marking bites in places that could be easily covered up by your school uniform, including one on the underside of each breast and two on your lower back. Other than that, you actually spent most of the time with Diavolo in the castle's gardens, in the jacuzzi or indoor pool, or just lying on the fur rug by the warm fireplace. Fortunately, Barbatos made sure to keep the scent mark tea ready because Diavolo kept your pussy very busy that weekend and the last thing you needed to do was walk around with Diavolo's scent on you, especially at school.

Sunday evening, as you prepared to go through a portal that Barbatos had crafted to get you to the House of Lamentation, Diavolo said something that didn't sit right with your spirit. "I don't think we were lucky enough this time," he said, cupping your cheek with his hand, "You'll have to come stay with me the next time you're ovulating."

"Wh-What!? Hold the fuck on a minute," you scowled and backed away from Diavolo slightly, "How in the fuck did you go from not wanting to even have sex with me at all until after marriage when we met a few months ago to... to suddenly wanting children? That's a big fucking step, Dia!"

"Calm down, dearest," he said, a coy smile on his face, "If you aren't ready yet, we can most definitely wait. I love you, my dearest. I'll see you at school." He gently pulled the back of your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

After you'd walked through the portal, and were outside of hearing range, Diavolo scowled and muttered to himself, "But, I won't let her make me wait for long."

"You're eager for an heir, Young Master," Barbatos said, more as a question than a statement.

"I'm eager to keep her; to keep her to myself and keep the others away from her. If I have to beget an heir to do that, so be it."

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There was no one at the other end of the portal, which was in the front hall at the House of Lamentation. In fact, the house was eerily quiet. Thinking nothing of it, being a school night and all, you walked to your room. When you opened the door and turned on the light, you saw a jewelry box on your pillow.

You opened the box and were met with a beautiful gold necklace with a large, square-cut citrine pendant. There was a small note folded up in the box with it.

Text me when ya get this.
- Your Mammoney

You pulled out your D.D.D. and texted Mammon.

You: I got the necklace. It's beautiful. Thank you!

Mammon must have been waiting right by his phone because you got an immediate text back.

Mammon: I wanna come see ya in the necklace.
Mammon: Take off everythin' else and just put the necklace on. I'll be there in about 10 min.

You wanted to ask him if he was planning to draw you like one of his French girls, but figured a Titanic reference probably wouldn't land.

Regardless, you sent him a thumbs up emoji, stripped all your clothes off and put the necklace on. You practically scampered into the bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror. The necklace was beautiful and it was Mammon's color and--

SHIT!

Your face fell as you looked in the mirror and realized that the marks Diavolo left on your body were very obvious. They weren't the type that could be covered with makeup - they were dark marks with fang indentations. They would disappear within a few days, but Mammon was going to be in your room in just a few minutes.

You did a slow walk of shame over to your bed and sat down. Trying to rationalize, you thought, "Mammon knew I was at Diavolo's this weekend. I'm sure he realizes that I wasn't going over there to play checkers with Diavolo. Supposedly, I'm SUPPOSED TO marry Diavolo in the future. Wouldn't Mammon find it weird if I didn't get marked in some way while I was there? Surely, he can overlook these."

There was no time left to ponder the situation as your door flew open. You quickly plopped onto your side and tried to pose seductively on the bed. Mammon quietly shut the door behind him. He was wearing only gray sweatpants, which did him no favors if he was trying to at all mask his growing erection.

"Fuck," he quietly whispered, looking at you, "Ya look so beautiful wearin' that necklace." Walking toward you, he continued, "I know I can't get ya all the expensive shit he can, like that huge fuckin' diamond necklace, but I wanna give ya nice things, too, treasure. And I ain't stole that necklace or nothin', I actually went and--" Mammon sat down on your bed, but instantly froze.

Uh-oh... here we go...

Mammon's hand traced over the marking bite on your shoulder. There was a look of... almost repulsion that appeared on his face. Then, his eyes started surveying your body. He gently pushed you onto your back and looked at the other markings Diavolo had left on you; the marking on your inner thigh drew a particularly disgusted expression from him. Your heart was pounding as you waited to hear him say something, anything, but Mammon continued to silently look over you.

You didn't know that the time you were together in the closet while hiding from Levi, Mammon had fought an internal battle to mark you as his own. There was something about seeing another demon's markings across your body that made his skin crawl. Mammon knew the nature of your relationship - that what was going on between the both of you was temporary and you were going to be Diavolo's in the end - but seeing something as tangible as those bite marks, especially the one on your thigh - just... absolutely... made his ass itch. Unbeknownst to you, Mammon's fangs surfaced and, along with it, the strong urge to cover Diavolo's marks with his own. He could practically feel the sensation of breaking your skin with his fangs, of your blood coating his mouth.

The silence got to be too much for you. "Mammoney, I missed you this weekend," you said, your inflection of your voice leaning more toward a question than a statement. His stare left your leg and fell upon your eyes as he said, "I-I... I missed... missed you, too..."

You tentatively placed your hand on his thigh and Mammon quickly stood up and turned his back to you. "L-Look, uh," he began, "I think... I think I need to, uh, go."

You stood up, as well, fidgeting with the citrine gem on your necklace. You asked, "Is it me? You're mad at me?" He still kept his back turned to you as he replied, "Why? Ya ain't did nothin', Y/N!"

Y/N? Y/N?! No "darlin'?" No "treasure?" We're back to going by government names now?!

"Well, you're acting like something's wrong?"

Mammon spun around and snapped at you, the presence of his fangs obvious to you as he yelled, "The only thing that's wrong is the fuckin' bites all over ya! I don't wanna see 'em. I can't stand to see 'em!"

"So, d-does that mean you're gonna leave?"

You didn't expect him to actually say, "Yeah. Ya know, this prolly ain't a good idea. Not tonight. 'Specially not with that one." He waved his hand dismissively in the direction of the mark on your thigh. He awkwardly cleared his throat and turned to walk away.

And, there it was. No expression of love or an "I'll see ya later" or anything.

You completely froze in that moment, torn between anger and sadness. You wanted to stop him, but didn't want to move; you wanted to rip off that necklace and throw it at him, but you didn't want to break it; you wanted to text him immediately, but your fingers were numb. Getting on your bed, you rolled yourself up in your blanket like a dejected little taquito and pouted.

So, where did you and Mammon stand now? Was that it? It couldn't be... right?

Chapter 29: I Feel Trapped, Baby.

Summary:

Still irritated by Mammon's abrupt abandonment of you the night before, you've decided to sneak out and go to The Fall for a few several drinks.

Notes:

CW: biting/marking, discussion of impregnation intentions, drinking, marijuana use, drug use, light angst, fingering, voyeurism

inconsequential
adjective
in·con·se·quen·tial (ˌ)in-ˌkän(t)-sə-ˈkwen(t)-shəl1
: of no significance

"Y/N didn't come to school today," Diavolo asked Lucifer.  Lucifer had come to Diavolo's office the following morning to let him know that you were feeling a little "under the weather."  You weren't, though; you were just still pissed at Mammon and didn't want to even have to look at him.  "Well," Diavolo chuckled smugly, "I did keep her quite busy over the weekend, so I doubt she's ill.  Probably a little achy from the markings I left."

"Oh?" Lucifer feigned interest, though he didn't want to hear any part of what went on between you and Diavolo over the weekend.  "Yes," Diavolo said, "I left a few marks on her.  The usual - shoulder, back... inner thigh."  Lucifer's eyes widened and he said, "Inner thigh!?  Lord Diavolo, excuse me for saying, but... does... does Y/N know what that means?  Did you discuss that bite with her?"

"No.  Umm... in fact, I didn't ask her about that one," Diavolo rose from his desk and turned to his bookshelf.  He didn't want to look at Lucifer; he knew the look of disappointment that Lucifer was giving him.

"Lord Diavolo, you know... consent is important in the human realm.  And I'm sure she must be unfamiliar with the meaning behind that bite.  If you don't mind me asking... why did you feel a need to mark her for imminent impregnation?"

Diavolo quickly turned to look at Lucifer and said, "Is there a reason that I should not?  Y/N is my future wife and she will be impregnated... I mean, eventually.  Besides, just think of it as being a... a practice mark.  I mean, I don't really think it wise to try to impregnate her this soon."  Diavolo let out one of his jovial little chuckles.  "But, she should still be made aware of the meaning of it, Lord Diavolo," Lucifer sighed, aggravated that Diavolo would be so intent on marrying a human without any knowledge of the human concepts of consent and bodily autonomy.

"Well, it should hardly cause any issues, regardless.  Unless, I have to worry about some other demon meddling between Y/N's legs.  Tell me, is there something I should be made aware of, Lucifer?"

"No, Lord Diavolo," Lucifer said, feeling defeated, "I just think it would be in Y/N's best interest to fully understand your intentions."

"All in good time, Lucifer.  But, thank you for letting me know. I'll be sure to check on her at some point today."

"Yes, Lord Diavolo."

Meanwhile, you were curled up in bed, mindlessly scrolling Devilgram.  You still didn't have a lot of friends on there - most of those Devilgram friends were just people who had friended you at Asmo's insistence - but you needed something to occupy your mind.  You came across a post from a demon who worked at The Fall. The post was a picture of several different bottles of liquor, most of which you didn't recognize, that said, "Come by TODAY for unlimited drinks.  We're opening EARLY today!  THAT'S RIGHT - enjoy UNLIMITED beverages from ALL THREE REALMS for just a small cover charge!  Only 500.00 Grimm!"

ONLY?  ONLY 500.00 Grimm!?

You were in a very comfortable position, having Diavolo drop unusual amounts of Grimm on you at random times and not having to pay bills; 500.00 Grimm was an INSANE amount of money for just a cover charge, but you could swing it.  What time was The Fall going to open that day?  Hmm... oh, in about an hour?

Good.  You needed a fucking drink.  There was no time like the present, right?

You got dressed in a tight black skirt - one that was long enough to prevent anyone from seeing the mark on your inner thigh as you walked around - and a matching low-cut top.  Had you not had the marks on your shoulder and back, you'd probably have chosen something more revealing; it is what it is, though, you'd reasoned.  You still had the necklace from Mammon on and had no intention of taking it off.  After putting on some stilettos and fixing your hair and makeup, you snuck out of the house and headed off to The Fall, ready to get drunker than a three-eyed skunk, three sheets to the wind. 

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"How the fuck am I s'posed to know where she is!?"

"You literally had one fucking job, Mammon" Lucifer yelled, "If Lord Diavolo finds out that you lost her, he will have your head!"  Mammon grimaced.  It was dinnertime and Beel had come to your room to get you, only to discover you weren't there.  All of the brothers were standing together in the dining room, trying to figure out where you could've gone. All of their calls and texts had gone unanswered. Belphie asked Mammon, "You and Y/N are close - really close.  You mean to tell us that she really didn't even tell you where she was going?"

Mammon said, "Ya think I'd knowingly let her go somewhere without me!?  What kinda idiot do ya take me for?"  All six of his brothers glared at him.  "You are an idiot of the highest order, Mammon," Satan grumbled.  "Oh, shaddup, ya lil Diet Lucifer®," Mammon snapped, pulling out his D.D.D. to try to call you again.

The line started ringing, but was soon sent to voicemail.

Mammon yelled, "I know she ain't just decline my call!"  His concerned brothers watched as he tried his call again.

Ring... ring...

Decline.

"A'ight, then," Mammon announced, "She's playin' games.  Well, THE Great Mammon can play games right back."  He began calling you repeatedly.  Levi asked, "Are you sure it's her and that someone doesn't have her D.D.D.?"

"Shut the fuck up, Levi," Belphie said, the sleepy demon beginning to get genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.

"Uhh, guys," Asmo said, "I think I might know where she is.  I see her in a picture. Looks like she's at The Fall for that event they're having tonight."  The brothers all looked over at Asmo.  As a coping mechanism for his anxiety, worrying where his beloved Hunny-Bunny had run off to, he'd been scrolling mindlessly through Devilgram.  Asmo held his D.D.D. up to show his brothers a Devilgram picture.  "Okay.  Yeah, I recognize him from The Fall," Mammon began, "This picture of an incubus with an enormous dick is fascinating, but doesn't really tell us, y'know, where Y/N is."

"Well, this was posted on his Devilgram account, like, twenty minutes ago.  Look in the background of that picture.  Who do you see?"

Mammon looked closely at the picture.  He saw you standing just behind that incubus, appearing to talk to some demon.  It was a swarthy, handsome demon who Mammon didn't recall ever having seen before.  But, he knew it was definitely you.  Mammon recognized your necklace immediately and, being that he had just given you that necklace the night before, he knew that this wasn't an old picture.  He said, "Goddammit, Y/N ain't got no business goin' out dressed like... like that among a bunch of drunk, high, horny demons and shit."

Infuriated, Mammon tried calling you again.

This time, you answered.

You said nothing, but Mammon could hear the music playing in the club in the background.  "Y/N, why'd ya leave this house without one of us," Mammon snapped.  When you still didn't say anything, Mammon yelled, "ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!"

"You... you don't... don't want me anymore.  I wouldn't want me either.  I'm... damaged," you said, slurring your words as you spoke.  Mammon groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, almost identical to the way his elder brother did, as he asked, "Oh, fuck, Y/N... how much have you had to drink?"

On Mammon's end of the line, you could just barely hear the brothers chattering amongst themselves.

You answered, "Prolly... about a whole bottle of wine.  And I... smoked a blunt.  And... took what some succubus said was a Klonopin.  I have a bottle of Crown.  Ya want some... my Mammoney?"

Mammon groaned again.  This time, he was groaning because your voice sounded so needy and seductive when you said his name.  He wanted something... and it wasn't the bottle of Crown Royal.  "No," he mentally chastised himself, "I don't need to be thinkin' 'bout that right now!" You suddenly let out a small moan over the phone and he heard a voice in the background that said, "Mmm, you're so wet, Y/N."

"THE FUCK!?  WHO THE FUCK IS THAT," Mammon yelled.  On his end of the line, his brothers resumed their chattering, trying to figure out who you would be there with.  You let out a snide little drunken giggle and said, "Don't worry 'bout that, Mammon."  You hung up.

Mammon screamed in frustration.  Lucifer crossed his arms, attempting to look stern, but the look of fear in his eyes betrayed him.  He asked, "Well?  Who is she with?"  Mammon snapped at his older brother, "I dunno, Lucifer!  I dunno!  It was a... a female-soundin' voice."  Belphie scoffed and said, "Okay, yeah,  that really narrows it down, you goddamned village idiot."

"FUCK," Mammon yelled, "ASMO!? BEEL!? BOTH OF YA ARE COMIN' WITH ME TO GET HER!"  He figured Asmo could help them get through The Fall more easily and Beel could help thoroughly tear apart anyone who tried to stop him from rescuing you. 

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At that time, you were in one of the VIP rooms.  Whose VIP room was it?  You didn't know, but it wasn't the House of Lamentation's or Diavolo's.  No, the furnishings of the room were too cheap.  You were sprawled out on an uncomfortable couch, a joint in one hand, a bottle of Crown Royal in the other.  Where were your shirt and bra?  You didn't know.  You didn't care.  Your skirt was still on, at least.  You'd met a succubus named Jiya earlier in the evening and she was currently sitting on the floor next to you, lightly sucking on your nipple and skillfully running her fingers along your wet slit.  Fortunately, succubi and incubi were immune to demon markings, so she was none the wiser to the marks Diavolo had left on your body.  "Mmm, your pussy smells so good," Jiya cooed, "Did you want to let us fuck you?"  Your clouded brain was too high to give you the ability to respond, but you were inclined to agree to it. Meanwhile, an incubus, the one who had provided you with the weed, was sitting on the other side of the room, watching the succubus pleasuring you as he slowly stroked himself.

You didn't have the chance to speak before Asmo burst through the door.  The incubus stood, not caring that his dick was still out, and yelled, "That door was locked!  How the hell did you get in here, Asmodeus?"

"Magic, bitch," Asmo said, horrified as he realized the person getting pleasured on the couch was you. He yelled out into the hall, "I found her!  She's in here!"

Mammon immediately walked in the room and his demon form emerged as soon as he saw you on the couch; Asmo and Beel also took on their demon forms.  Mammon turned to the incubus and yelled, "The fuck is this!?  She's a human!  What the fuck are you tryna do? Kill 'er?"  The incubus held his hands up defensively and said, "Look, man, she's smoking some human realm weed. She bought it and the liquor - we didn't force anything."  The succubus was still attached to your breast, her fingers still slowly caressing your pussy, apparently completely unfazed by what was going on in the room.  Asmo walked to Jiya and grabbed her gently by the back of the neck and comically said, "Down, girl. Y/N is leaving now."

Mammon was still just standing there, seething.  He didn't expect to see anything like this when he got there.  The incubus again confirmed for him that he and Jiya didn't do anything against your wishes; you'd consented while still fairly sober and able to do so.

It was only when Mammon walked over to you and pulled the joint and the liquor from your hands that you even registered that he was there.  Your vision was hazy and your voice completely slurred as you groggily asked Mammon, "Why're you here?  If I wanted to go home, I'd be at fuckin' home.  Are ya here to fuck me an' love on me an' abandon me again?!"

Asmo and Beel exchanged uneasy glances and Mammon could feel everyone's eyes on him.  "Treasure," he said quietly, kneeling next to you and stroking your face, "I'm gonna get ya dressed and we're goin' home. You're gonna get a warm bath and drink some, I dunno, some water or somethin'."  The succubus timidly picked up your shirt and bra from the floor and brought them, as well as your purse and D.D.D., to Mammon before she and the incubus left the room.

Everything felt like a blur to you as Mammon sat you up and put your bra and shirt on, whispering soothing things to you. "It's okay, my treasure," he whispered, "I ain't mean to hurt ya. I'm a fuckin' idiot for... for just walkin' outta your room last night.  I-I just got jealous. Ya can't be doin' this dumb shit, though.  I'll do whatever ya want to make it up to ya.  Just... forgive me."

He was just barely able to hear you mutter, "I feel trapped, baby."  Mammon finished dressing you and picked you up. As Mammon walked out of the room and headed toward the back exit with Asmo and Beel, he wrapped his wings securely around you.

They were fairly certain they made it out without being seen by anyone who could report this back to Lord Diavolo.  The last thing that needed to happen was for word to get to him that the so-called human exchange student was out getting drunk and high while alone and unsupervised at The Fall. 

Notes:

"Diet Lucifer®"

Chapter 30: She's Mine. Get Your Own Human.

Summary:

Time for a bubble bath with three demons. What could possibly end up happening?

Notes:

CW: Master as an honorific, sexual dialogue, horny bath shenanigans

potentiality
noun
po·ten·ti·al·i·ty pə-ˌten(t)-shē-ˈa-lə-tē
: the ability to develop or come into existence

By the time the four of you arrived back at the House of Lamentation, you were in Mammon's arms with your eyes closed, somewhere between the living and the dead.  He hadn't changed out of his demon form until you got there, having covered you with his wings to prevent you from being seen.  Lucifer was waiting near the door when all of you entered.  He asked, "Where did you find her?  Surely, she wasn't walking around in plain view like this.  Why is she passed out like that?"  Even though your eyes remained closed, you told Lucifer, "Not passed out.  I'm jus' sleepin'."

Asmo said, "You know, I think I'll run a bubble bath in my tub for her.  She shouldn't go alone, though.  Can you help me get her washed up, Mammon?" Lucifer glared at Asmo, wanting to remind him that now wasn't the time for his sexual bathtub shit, but didn't get the chance to speak.  Mammon said, "Yeah, I'll hold her."  You smiled and nuzzled your face into his chest and mumbled, "A bath sounds so nice right now."

On the way up to Asmo's room, Satan stopped Mammon. "What happened to her," he exclaimed.  Mammon rolled his eyes and said, "She was at The Fall, gettin' drunk and high and bein' finger-fucked by some succubus."

"Yikes.  Are you putting her to bed?  I mean, we do have school tomorrow."

"I'm helpin' her get a bath first."

"Can I help?"

Mammon glared at Satan, but reluctantly agreed to let him help.  Mammon had never bathed a drunk, high human before, so Mammon figured he and Asmo might need a third demon there to help with you.

In Asmo's room, Mammon placed you on the bed and slowly removed your clothing.  You told Mammon not to dare take your necklace off and then started singing an off-key rendition of a human world song they'd been playing at The Fall that evening.

Satan sat next to you on the bed, taking in the various bites Diavolo had left on your body.  The one on your thigh, in particular, got his attention; however, he said nothing about it.  Satan wondered if you even knew the significance of that bite.  Had Diavolo gotten you pregnant during the weekend?  "No, there was no way that Lord Diavolo would do something so stuipd as to get a human pregnant so soon into her stay here," Satan pondered.  Was that just a way for Diavolo to mark his territory?  Satan asked Mammon, "Should I do a sobering spell for her?"

Mammon, who had just finished getting you undressed, said, "I dunno.  Depends on what side-effects it'd have."

"NO," you exclaimed, your eyes still closed, "I'm fine!  I jus' need a bath!  Are you gonna hold me, Mammoney?  I feel so good right now and I wanna feel your body on mine."  Mammon's face flushed furiously and Satan gave him a side-eye, but said nothing.  Mammon said, "Y-Yeah, Y/N, I-I... I'll, umm, hold ya in the bath."

Asmo stuck his head out of the bathroom and said, "The tub's almost full if you wanna bring her in."  You quickly rose from the bed and said to Mammon and Satan, "C'mon, Mammoney and Master."

Now, it was Mammon's turn to give Satan a side-eye.  Satan ignored Mammon's glare and took one of your arms in his to help escort you to the tub; Mammon grabbed your other arm, refusing to be outshone by Diet Lucifer®.

They slowly walked you into the bathroom and eased you into the tub.  Mammon started to also undress and Satan asked him, "You're actually getting in the tub with her?"  Mammon incredulously said, "Yeah.  Why wouldn't I?  I mean, just cuz I'm s'posed to be her guardian or whatever."  Satan raised his eyebrows and decided to also undress, remarking, "Seems like you have gotten quite close with Y/N.  I'm curious about how close,  exactly."

Mammon was about to tell Satan to mind his business, but your intoxicated brain decided to snitch on you as you yelled at Satan, "I'VE FUCKED MAMMON!"  Asmo shrieked, shocked by your loud, blunt confession.  Satan's face went completely red and Mammon yelled, "Holy son of a fuck, Y/N!  How're ya gonna just tell my brothers about--"  You cut Mammon off by yelling, "WELL, I'VE FUCKED SATAN, TOO!"  Mammon and Satan exchanged irritated glances.  Mammon crossed his arms and said, "Dammit, Y/N!  Have ya fucked everyone in this house?  Are ya collectin' us like some damn Pokémon!?  Ya gotta catch us all?"

You flopped over and pointed in Asmo's direction and yelled, "NOT HIM.  Not... yet."  You gave Asmo a flirtatious smile, which he returned.  Mammon, now fully undressed, got in the tub and sat to your left.  Asmo asked you, "So, does this mean that you would like for me to join you, too, Y/N?"  Mammon turned to yell at Asmo, but Asmo cut him off, "You'd better shut the fuck up before you even start, Mammon!  You're always so loud and wrong!  And it's not your decision - it's Y/N's."  You made a dramatic sweeping gesture with your arm and said, "Boy, if you don't get your ass in here, Asmo!"

Satan, also fully unclothed, was now sitting to your right in the tub.  There was an awkward silence in the room until Asmo scampered over and also got into the tub, in all his naked glory.  Asmo squealed, "Doesn't the water feel so good!?  And I put in some bath oil scented like a bouquet of crystal dark flowers!"  Mammon said, "Yeah, yeah, that's all fine and good, but do ya got any, like, soap?  Maybe some shampoo?  We're tryna give Y/N a bath, not a damn spa day."

Asmo rolled his eyes and stood up to get out of the bath and go through his closet to retrieve some body wash and shampoo for you.  Meanwhile, you were reclined in the tub, almost completely passed out.  When you started to snore, Mammon lifted you up and sat you in his lap so you were straddling him.  You smiled and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

Asmo returned and rolled his eyes.  He asked, "Why are you hogging Y/N like that?  Ugh, you're literally so rude, Mammon!"  Mammon said, "She was fallin' asleep!  I ain't want her to drown in this big ass tub."  Asmo got back in the tub and got behind you, gently scrubbing your back.  He sighed as his eyes fell upon the markings that Diavolo had left on you, figuring it was a shame for him to bite and discolor your beautiful flesh like that.  Asmo shook his head in disappointment and shoved the shampoo bottle at Satan and said, "Make yourself useful!  Just sitting there, taking up space in my damn tub..."

Asmo scrubbed your body and Satan washed your hair as you sat on Mammon's lap with your face still in his neck.  You wanted to open your eyes and look at him, but you were so comfortable.  The water was so nice and warm... the soap and shampoo smelled so good... Mammon's arms were wrapped around you... Mammon had a raging hard-on under the water...

WAIT!  WHAT!?

You managed to sit upright, despite the intoxicated haze you were still in, and looked at Mammon's face.  He tried to keep an innocent, nonchalant look on his face; however, you just barely wiggled your hips, enough for Mammon to feel you but not enough for Satan and Asmo to notice.  Mammon inhaled sharply; he knew his dick was hard and now he knew that you knew his dick was hard.  As Mammon's cheeks turned bright red again, you couldn't resist him anymore - he was too adorable and you wanted him so bad.

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest as you forcefully brought your lips to Mammon's, beginning to roll your hips and grinde your pussy against his erection.  Satan, shocked and chagrined, dropped the shampoo bottle in the tub and said, "Well, this all escalated a little quickly!"  Asmo rolled his eyes and sighed, "I already knew this would happen."  Satan glared at Asmo and asked suspiciously, "How would you know?"

"Umm, hellooo?  Avatar of Lust?  I could feel the desire pouring off of him when he was on the phone with Y/N before we even left to go find her.  I especially felt it when he was at The Fall and saw that succubus sitting next to Y/N with her mouth on her--"

"Asmo," Mammon yelled, irritated at having to break your kiss to yell at his brother, "Enough!  And quit talkin' 'bout us like we ain't here!"  You turned around and looked at Asmo, as you flirtatiously cooed, "There are better things you can use your mouth for than for gossip."

Mammon cringed at your statement and whined, "Y/N... what're ya doin'?"  Asmo smirked and asked him, "Does my big brother have a problem with sharing?"

"She's mine.  Get your own human."

Asmo stroked your cheek and looked into your eyes, but said to Mammon, "I think she'd enjoy taking more than one of us at a time."

Well, as a matter of fact...

Mammon had shared partners with his brothers before, but this was you.  You weren't just any partner; you were the only one who he's ever felt such strong feelings for.  He wanted you more than anyone else in his entire existence.  He wanted every inch of you to be his, inside and out.

Asmo got behind you and started sensually kissing the back of your neck and reached down to squeeze your ass, eliciting an aroused squeal from you.  Satan decided to also join in, awkwardly positioning himself to take one of your nipples in his mouth and slowly circle it with his tongue.  You reached down and started stroking Mammon's hard dick.  Mammon saw the expression on your face morph into one of complete ecstasy.  You bit your lip and threw your head back.

He suddenly felt his thoughts on this situation change.  He figured that maybe it would be okay to share you with Satan and Asmo... but, ONLY once.

Though he would never admit it to you (or anyone else), Mammon realized that he did want to see how badly sex with three demons at one time would absolutely wreck you...

Chapter 31: You're Mine, Even if Only Just for Now.

Summary:

I really don't know how to summarize this degree of gratuitous smut properly, so allow me to just pull a quote from the chapter: "If someone had told you several months prior that you'd end up in Hell, getting fucked in three holes at one time by three hot demons, you would've thought they were several french fries short of a Happy Meal. Nevertheless, there you were..."

Notes:

CW: Drunk/high sex, demon sex, use of "Master" as an honorific, foursome, triple penetration (vaginal, anal, oral), scent marking, unsafe sex, tiny pinch of angst at the end.

adulation
noun
ad·u·la·tion ˌa-jə-ˈlā-shən -dyə, -də-
: extreme or excessive admiration or flattery

Mammon, in his naked demon form, laid on his back on Asmo's bed, casually stroking his cock as you approached the bed. "C'mere, treasure," he beckoned you, his wings fluttering in anticipation. You climbed on the bed and got on your knees, lowering your lips to kiss the head of his dick. You felt him lightly scratching your scalp with his claws as you began rubbing your tongue up and down the length of his erection. When you took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking it as you gently worked your tongue around it, Mammon let out a loud moan.

Satan, who had just walked into the bedroom from the bathroom, scoffed, "Fuck, Mammon, you can at least enchant the door so the whole house doesn't hear you." Satan spoke the soundproofing spell you'd become so well-acquainted with. "Shaddup, Satan," Mammon yelled.

Since you were on the bed on your knees with your mouth on Mammon's dick, your ass was up in the air. And you were about to learn the hard way...

*SMACK*

Never leave your ass exposed in front of a horny demon.

You quickly turned your head to look back at Satan, who had a sexy smirk on his face. He was also in his naked demon form and your eyes slowly perused his body. His black and neon green tail was securely wrapped around his right leg. And he wasn't lying about having more piercings in his demon form. Now, in addition to the Prince Albert on his erect dick, he had his nipples pierced and a 3-rung Jacob's Ladder. And his nipples were pierced!? Well-spoken, bookish Satan had demonic nipple piercings? Satan caught you gazing at his body and asked, "Oh? You see something you like, Y/N?"

Before you could answer, Mammon grabbed a handful of your hair and turned your head to focus your attention on him. "I want ya on my cock, right now," Mammon breathlessly told you.

Just as you crawled up and were about to lower yourself onto Mammon, Asmo scurried into his room, a pink teapot and teacup in his hands. In his chipper singsong voice, he said, "Okay, the scent tea will be ready for you when we're done, Y/N!"  He gave you a little wink as he sat the items on the table next to his bed. Asmo removed his fuzzy pink robe and, in a flash, he was immediately in his nude demon form. His dainty set of double bat wings fluttered in excitement. Asmo gave you a coy smile as he said, "Well, don't let me interrupt what you were doing, Hunny-Bunny!"

You turned back to Mammon and watched how his face twisted in pleasure as you slowly sank down his length.  "Fuck, baby," Mammon whined, "You're so fuckin' tight. I love bein' inside ya."  He pulled your face down to his, meeting your lips in a heated kiss while he repeatedly jerked his hips up to fuck you. You felt Mammon's wings come up to wrap protectively around you."

"Oh, come on," Satan yelled, "Now you aren't going to share, Mammon?" Mammon broke your kiss and said, "I just wanna minute first."  Mammon unwrapped his wings from around you and held tightly onto your hips as you sat back up and started bouncing on his dick.  Asmo interjected, "Umm, your minute is up, Mammon."

Meanwhile, Satan positioned himself behind you on the bed and you heard the cap of a bottle of lube pop open.  You slowed down on Mammon's cock and leaned forward slightly to allow Satan to slowly push one lubricated finger into your ass and gently start massaging inside of you.  Mammon moaned when the walls of your pussy fluttered in response to Satan's motions.  Meanwhile, Asmo sat down on the bed next to Mammon and started stroking his cock.  Satan leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Are you ready for another, Kitten?"

"Mmm, yes."

You felt another finger slowly enter your ass and you let out a small moan as Satan scissored his fingers to stretch your tight hole.  Mammon's hands came up and slowly caressed your breasts, using his thumbs to toy with your nipples.  "So fuckin' hot," he whispered, smiling up at you, "See how much we still want ya, Y/N?  Diavolo's markings or not, treasure, we all want ya so bad." He aggressively bucked his hips up against you a couple of times to watch your tits bounce.  Asmo added, "Yeah, Hunny-Bunny.  We still want you, regardless."

Satan whispered, "Another finger, Kitten?"

"Yes, please."

"Mmm," Satan kissed your neck, "My little kitten is using such good manners.  I think I'll reward you with my big demon cock in your tight little ass.  Would you like that?"

"Yes, Master."

Mammon groaned and said, "Oh, fuck. Honestly, that was hot.  How come ya don't ever call me Master, huh?" Satan answered for you as he eased a third finger into your asshole, "Because that's her name for me.  She's Kitten and I'm Master."  Satan peppered kisses along your back and shoulder blades.  You and Mammon both moaned in response to Satan slowly spreading the three fingers to stretch your asshole.  Satan smirked and asked, "You ready for me?"

"Yes."

You heard the pop of the cap behind you again and the slick sounds of Satan thoroughly rubbing lube along his entire length.  Within a few seconds, Satan's fingers were replaced with his hard cock easing into your ass. He moaned, "Oh, fuck, you're so tight, Y/N." You simultaneously let out a high-pitched yell, "Yes, pound my ass, Satan!"

Satan began rocking his hips slowly and said, "Patience, Kitten."  Meanwhile, Mammon was laying still, his hands now resting on your hips, and allowing the force of Satan's gyrations to bounce you on his dick.  As Satan picked up speed and snaked his arm around you to rub your clit, your noises went from light moans to full screams.   You were quickly overcome with an orgasm, feeling immense pleasure tingling and shooting through your whole body.  As your screams faded into debauched whimpers, Mammon pulled your head down to hungrily kiss you again.  Asmo broke your kiss with Mammon by stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers.  He was holding his cock as he said, "Hunny-Bunny, may I feel your mouth on me."  You nodded.

Asmo got on his knees, putting his dick level with your mouth, which prompted you to angle yourself to lean over and start sucking his dick. This helped to muffle your screams as Satan relentlessly fucked your ass and toyed with your clit and as Mammon latched on to your breast, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple. You grabbed one of Mammon's horns to brace yourself and he whimpered at how good the sensation felt.

If someone had told you several months prior that you'd end up in Hell, getting fucked in three holes at one time by three hot demons, you would've thought they were several french fries short of a Happy Meal. Nevertheless, there you were...

The room was full of the lewd sounds of the brothers' groans and your muffled moaning, along with the juicy sounds coming from the simultaneous penetration of your mouth, pussy, and asshole.

Satan said, "Fuck, Y/N, I'm about to cum. Can I fill your ass, kitten?" Removing your mouth from Asmo's dick, you moaned out, "Yes, Master. Fill your slutty kitten's ass with your hot cum." With two more forceful slams, Satan's dick twitched, releasing his cum deep inside you. He waited a moment before slowly removing his softening cock from you. He took a few moments to catch his breath before he excused himself, saying that he was going to wash up in Asmo's bathroom.

Asmo grabbed your hair to pull your face up so he could look into your eyes. A flirty smile on his face, Asmo asked, "Your mouth felt so good, but may I have a turn with your ass?"

"You may."

Asmo brought his lips to yours in a chaste kiss before he scooted behind you and lined his dick up with your ass. Satan had released so much cum inside you that no lube was needed for your tight hole to comfortably welcome Asmo's dick. This time, Asmo remained still while Mammon set the pace by fucking up into your pussy. He let out loud grunts as he repeatedly slammed his hips up into yours, fucking you deeply. Mammon also ran his thumb over your clit quickly, eliciting loud whines from you.

Without a dick in your mouth, your whines and screams echoed throughout the room. "If you continue with those pretty screams, I'm not going to last long," Asmo admitted, "Would you like my cum in your ass, too?"

"YES," you screamed as Mammon continued ramming his dick into your pussy as hard as he could.

As he'd stated, Asmo came in your ass soon thereafter. He pressed a kiss on your back before saying he would also be retiring to his bathroom to clean himself.

You and Mammon were then alone. "It's just us now," you whispered, smiling down at Mammon's flustered face. He smiled and said, "Yeah. Just us, my treasure. Fuck, ya looked so hot takin' my brothers' cocks in your tight lil asshole."

You slowly raised and lowered yourself on his dick and asked, "You weren't jealous?"

"Maybe a lil bit. But, that's 'cuz I want ya all to myself."

"Well, what're you gonna do now that you got me?"

Mammon smirked and let out a little laugh as he rolled the two of you over on the bed, pinning you on the mattress underneath him, his dick still inside you. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna make love to ya."

Mammon's wings wrapped around the both of you once more as he brought his lips to yours, slowly rolling his hips and sinking you both into a haze of passion. He pressed his tongue to your lips and you allowed his to meet yours. You moaned into the kiss as Mammon brought his hand down between the both of you and rubbed circles over your clit with his thumb. His lips parted from yours, wanting to hear your unmuffled moans. As your walls squeezed around while you came, he began fucking you a little harder, chasing his own orgasm.

After a couple of minutes, Mammon paused his movements and said, "I'm gonna cum soon, too." Looking deeply into your eyes, almost pleadingly, he whispered, "Can... can I cum inside?"

Could he? Yes. Should he? No.

Whether it was the passion between the two of you or your clouded, inebriated mind, you went against your better judgement. "Fill me, my Mammoney," you whispered back, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing a kiss to his forehead, "I wanna feel your hot cum fill my pussy."

"Oh, fuck, baby..."

You lovingly stared into each other's eyes and you felt his dick twitch, followed by his hot cum flooding you; the feeling of it managed to coax another orgasm out of you.

As the two of you caught your breath, Mammon kissed you, his tongue dancing with your own. His wings receded as his demon form faded.

Though he didn't mention it to you, Mammon was quickly hit with the smell of his scent mixed in with yours. If he couldn't mark you on the outside, he was damn sure going to mark you with his scent on the inside, even if it was just for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and took in the smell, figuring that this might be the only time you'd allow him to cum inside you. Mammon thought, "You're mine, even if only just for now." Though Mammon could smell Satan and Asmo's marks on you, his scent was the only one that was mixed within your own.

And it felt like the closest he'd been to heaven since he Fell.

"Fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long," he groaned, "Are... are you, umm, worried about anything?"

"Oh, that's right - I need to drink the tea," you said, quickly turning yourself to grab the teapot on the table next to the bed and pour a cup of scent tea for yourself. Asmo had recommended that, being that you would be carrying the scent of three demons, you should drink three times the usual amount. Fortunately, after the weekend at Diavolo's, you'd become more accustomed to the taste of the bitter beverage; however, you still felt yourself struggle as you drank a cup that contained three times the usual amount.

"N-No. I mean, umm, could I-I have, umm, given you cambions?"

"You make it sound like some kind of disease! No, I mean, I'm not ovulating right now. My period should be starting soon, so we should be okay."

"Oh. A'ight, then."

Asmo flung his bathroom door open, making you and Mammon jump. Asmo whined, "Ugh, can we come out already!?" Satan added, "Yeah, we were trying to not come out and distract the two of you." Asmo turned to you and said, "So, you and Mammon should both take a turn in the bath and go use the scent soap." Mammon scowled and yelled, "Why!?"

You were startled by his abrupt reaction and Asmo crossed his arms and asked Mammon, "Do you really want to go to the school tomorrow and have Diavolo smell the scent of his future fiancée's pussy radiating off of you?" Mammon shrugged and said, "Yeah. Yeah, actually, I do." Asmo exchanged a concerned glance with Satan and Mammon continued, "But, for Y/N's safety, I ain't gonna."

You took his hand in yours and said, "Come on, Mammoney. Let's get our bath." The two of you proceeded to bathe each other and Mammon finally decided to bring up the marks that Diavolo had made on your body. He passively said, "That bite on your thigh looks like it hurts."

"Y-Yeah, a little. It hurt much worse when it happened, though."

"Did it? D-Did Lord Diavolo explain himself?"

As you turned Mammon to wash his back with a loofah, you replied, "He just told me he'd been trying to mark me. He did apologize for not asking first."

"Did he explain why he did it?"

"No, but I have a feeling it had to do with being possessive. He brought you up a lot, so I think he's jealous of you."

"He brought me up?"

You gave Mammon a rough summary of the accusations Diavolo had made, of him telling you that you were too close with Mammon and asking you about how many times you'd fucked him. "So," Mammon timidly asked, "Do ya think he marked ya... because of me?"

"Wouldn't surprise me."

Mammon sighed and he thought, "So, this is my fault. It's gotta be."

And so began Mammon's plotting. As painful as he knew this was about to be, Mammon wasn't going to let you continue to get hurt by Diavolo because of him.

Notes:

The 110 total chapters is an estimate - it'll probably be more than that since my pacing is kind of all over the place. Regardless, I hope you all are ready for a wild ride.

Chapter 32: To Create a Diversion

Summary:

Mammon comes up with a horrible, albeit well-intentioned, idea to deter Diavolo from being so possessive over you.

Notes:

CW: Mammon coming up with a stupid idea, mention of menstruation kink, no actual smut

desultory
adjective
des·ul·to·ry ˈde-səl-ˌtȯr-ē -zəl-; di-ˈsəl-t(ə-)rē, -ˈzəl-
: marked by lack of definite plan, regularity, or purpose
: disappointing in progress, performance, or quality

The following morning, you were awoken by loud, incessant beating on your bedroom door, followed by Lucifer taking it upon himself to just barge in. He immediately regretted that decision, though. He yelled out, "Goddammit! Y/N, Mammon, have some decency!" You looked to your side and your eyes met Mammon's

Oh, that's right...

Your mind was still a little addled and blurry from the night before, but you did remember your night ending with Mammon picking you up and carrying you from Asmo's room to your own. The last thing you remembered was that you fell asleep in your bed, in his arms; though, presently, you both were sprawled out, completely naked on your bed.

Mammon quickly jumped from the bed, found the towel he'd worn from Asmo's room the night before, and wrapped it around his waist.  You sat up, grabbed a pillow to cover yourself (as if Lucifer hadn't already seen you naked multiple times already), and were instantly overcome by a throbbing headache.

A hangover.  Of course...

You closed your eyes tightly and started whining.  Before you could say anything of substance, Lucifer lectured, "Y/N, I'm appalled at your actions yesterday.  You leave the house unaccompanied... unsupervised and... and make stupid decisions that reflect poorly on you and the House of Lamentation and Lord Diavolo!  Do you have any idea--" Lucifer blocked the doorway as Mammon tried to escape "-- Don't you even think about going anywhere!  You're supposed to be her guardian between now and the time she is wed to Lord Diavolo!  How could you let her leave--"

"Lucifer," you calmly interrupted his tirade, "Don't blame him.  To the best of his knowledge, I was at home in bed.  He never watches me when I'm staying home.  On days that I have my period, Mammon doesn't stay with me... so, why would he on a day I decided to stay home of my own accord?"

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Mammon, please leave us."  Mammon looked at Lucifer, looked back at you, blew you a kiss, and quickly left your room.

As Mammon walked upstairs, he pondered, "There's gotta be somethin' I can do.  Somethin' that'll make Diavolo let up on Y/N."  The vision of those bite marks on your skin plagued his thoughts.  Mammon was about to go to his room when he remembered that he'd left his D.D.D. in Asmo's room.

Mammon quietly tapped on his brother's door and heard Asmo say, in his usual singsong tone, "You may enter."

Asmo, who was sitting and looking in his vanity mirror, turned to acknowledge Mammon entering the room, but went back to grooming himself for school.  "Your D.D.D. is on the bathroom counter," he told Mammon, sounding completely disinterested.

Mammon walked in the direction of the bathroom, but stopped and said, "Asmo, I need your help."

"Psh, since when?"

"I gotta problem.  It's... it's about Y/N."

"Well, she drank the scent tea, so you're good there.  And she isn't ovulating; of that I was certain last night.  Everything is fine, I'm sure."

"NO," Mammon snapped, "I know ya saw the bites on Y/N.  Diavolo ain't even told her what the bite on her thigh means.  He's tryna mark her and make it look like he's gonna knock her up, but... she was talkin' to me last night and it seems like he's doin' it 'cuz of... me."

"Why do you think it's your fault?  He could be doing it to try to dissuade any of us."

"Y/N told me last night that he specifically brought me up a few times while she was with him over the weekend.  I dunno.  It sounded like it made him real mad that I'm around her so much."

Asmo sighed and said, "What an ass.  Like, didn't he pick you to be her guardian demon to begin with?  Of course you'd be around her!  Well, regardless, what can you do about it?"

"Start datin' someone."

Asmo stood up, spun around, and angrily gestured to his door, "Alright, get the fuck out!  You will absolutely break Y/N if you do that.  I can tell how strongly she feels about you; can't you?  Boy, you got me all fifty shades of fucked up if you think I will, in any way, support any of this."  Mammon said nothing and Asmo continued, "Well!?  Did I stutter!?  Get out!"

Mammon whined, "Asmo, I dunno what to do.  How do I take the heat off Y/N?  The only thing I can think of is to create a diversion."

Asmo took a deep breath to calm himself before he and Mammon proceeded to plot for several minutes.  The most recent person to express any interest in a relationship with Mammon was a demoness named Minako.  Minako was gorgeous.  She was in one of Mammon's classes at school and she was also a Majolish model.  Mammon and Minako had hooked up at The Fall a few times over the years, but Mammon had always told her that he didn't want any kind of relationship; this had been especially true recently, being that he had been too interested in you to pursue anything beyond casual sex with anyone.  Mammon concluded that he would contact Minako and start casually dating her to help divert Diavolo's attention.  If Mammon was in a publicly-acknowledged, committed relationship, that should make it seem like nothing was going on between him and Y/N. Right?

"I still think this is the dumbest shit you've ever come up with," Asmo began, "But, I guess if you think it'll ultimately keep our Y/N safe, I can't fault you for it.  How long do you intend to string that poor Minako girl along, though?"

Mammon didn't answer Asmo as he pulled out his D.D.D. and texted Minako.

Mammon: Hey!  Did ya wanna have lunch at school today?

Almost immediately came the reply.

Minako: Sure, Mammon!  I'd enjoy that a lot.

Asmo, sitting back down and grooming himself in the mirror, asked, "So, why is it that you can't explain your plan to Y/N again?"  Mammon ran his hand through his hair and asked, "Ya really think she'd go for it if I told her?  It'd be like, 'Uh, yeah, Y/N... I'm gonna start datin' someone, but it's only gonna be pretend.  It's just to protect ya from Lord Diavolo.'"  Asmo let out a humored sharp exhale and said, "Well, do what ya gotta do, I guess."

"Can I trust ya?  To not tell Y/N or anyone else?"

Asmo turned back to his brother and said, "Bitch, never trust me.  The only reason I'm agreeing to this is because I'm concerned about Y/N - between the bites and Y/N being so reckless last night.  If you think that using a relationship with some demoness will help Diavolo to not mark Y/N and wreck her beautiful skin like that, by all means--" Asmo waved his hand dismissively "--But, do I think what you're doing to Y/N is right?  No.  Do I think what you're doing to Minako is right?  No.  And I will absolutely not help you to fix whatever fallout might come from this."

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That afternoon, you waited at the lunch table where you usually sat with Levi and Mammon.  You had no idea that, at that moment, Mammon and Minako were sitting together and having lunch together in an empty classroom.  He hadn't formally asked her to date, but he was trying to work his way up to it.  Mammon hadn't mentioned anything about having other plans for lunch and you looked at your D.D.D. to see whether there were any messages from him.

Nothing.

Meanwhile, Levi sat quietly playing his game. You impatiently sat next to him and asked whether he knew where Mammon had gone.  "N-No," Levi began, "I'm surprised h-he isn't here to hassle one of us for food."  You sighed and tried to make small talk with Levi, but he seemed mostly too interested in his game.

Mostly too interested...

You were eating your sandwich when you caught Levi staring right at you out of the corner of your eye.  You turned to him to say something when Levi said, "Perhaps... you should go to the bathroom, Y/N."

The fuck!?

"I-I... I don't... have to?"

Levi put his game on the table and cupped your cheek with his hand.  He was being bold as fuck, knowing damn good and well that Diavolo could pop out from around any corner at any time.  Quietly, he said, "Baby, you need to go to the bathroom.  Then, go home.  And then wait in your room for me.  I'll come see you after classes."  Levi gave you a cute little wink.

Oh, you recognized that tone and those mannerisms.  You gasped and whispered, "My period!?  How in the fuck can you even tell!?  I went to the bathroom a few hours ago and it hadn't even started yet."

Stroking your cheek with his thumb, he explained, "I'd know the sweet smell of your blood anywhere... and I'd like to indulge in it later.  I-If that's okay, I mean."  He flirtatiously ran his tongue across his fangs.

You were more flustered than you wanted to admit as you packed your lunch box up and said, "I guess we'll just have to see, Levi."  You made sure to playfully run your fingers through his hair as you walked past him to leave for the bathroom.

Notes:

This chapter was short, but the next one will be a doozy... o_o

Chapter 33: So, Who is She?

Summary:

Mammon has been a little indifferent toward you... unfortunately, you find out why.

Notes:

CW: Period sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, menstruation kink, non-life-threatening fainting spell

chasm
noun
ˈka-zəm
: a marked division, separation, or difference

It was early Saturday morning and you were tangled up in your bed with Levi, who had managed to sneak into your room every night since your period started. Levi was still asleep on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, one leg draped across your waist, and his tail wrapped tightly around your leg; he made it clear that he didn't want you to go anywhere.

You turned your head and stretched your arm to try to reach for your D.D.D. when you heard a raspy voice ask, "Where do you think you're going, baby?" You felt Levi's tongue trace your neck from your collarbone to your jaw. "I'm not going," you said, playfully scratching the area of his scalp around his horns, "I'm, umm, just seeing whether I have any messages."

The light from the screen of your D.D.D. was blinding in the darkness of your room, but you opened your messaging app to be met with... absolutely nothing. The previous evening, long before Levi decided to sneak in your room and take ownership of your pussy for the night, you'd messaged Mammon. Mammon had been... a little indifferent toward you during the week and you had wanted to clear up whatever issue it was that was going on.

7:05 PM
You: Hey... so, are you doing anything tonight?

Mammon: Going to The Fall with Satan and some people.

You: Are you sure you don't want to stay in with me tonight? ;)

And... he never even opened your message. Now, about ten hours later, it was still showing as unread. You fought the urge to text him again. Obviously, he was with someone else.

"... and some people."

Polyamory was completely normal and far more acceptable in the Devildom than in the human world. This was something you'd come to terms with as far as Mammon was concerned; he didn't flaunt his conquests in front of you, nor did you flaunt whatever happened between yourself and his brothers in front of him. However accepting you were of this arrangement with Mammon, you didn't like being ignored by him. Who was Mammon with that took up enough space in his mind that he didn't even give you the courtesy of reading your text?

Who was he with that was that important?

"You seem upset," Levi whispered.

"It's that obvious?"

"I can sense that you're envious. Anything you wanna talk about?"

"Not really," you said, running your fingers through Levi's soft hair. "Well, I'm here if you change your mind," Levi said, pressing kisses down your neck...

... your chest...

... the valley between your breasts...

"Fuck, Levi," you whimpered, his kisses going even lower. Levi's mouth finally landed right on your pussy, his tongue running up and down your wet slit. He enjoyed the taste of you during your period, which you were still trying to get used to. Having your bloody pussy licked by a fanged snake demon wasn't something that had been on your list of kinks before; however, for someone who was considered some "shut-in otaku," he knew exactly how to use that snakey tongue of his.

You started moaning out a string of obscenities and words that didn't fit together as you pulled his hair. His tail tightened around your leg and he moaned into your pussy as he continued running his tongue along your opening and teasing you with his fangs; he was bearing down on your skin just lightly enough to send a tingle through your body, but not enough to leave a mark.

After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, Levi sat up and wiped the wetness off of his lips and chin with the t-shirt he'd discarded on the bed during the night; he didn't mind soiling his shirt because he would be able to smell your scent on it later on.

Despite the darkness of the room, you swore you saw Levi's eyes shimmer as he asked, "Can I fuck you again? Your bloody pussy feels so good, baby."

"Of course, my Leviachan."

At that, Levi pressed his lips to yours and slowly rubbed the head of his erection along the folds of your pussy; you could taste your lingering metallic taste as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He slowly buried his dick inside you, letting out a cute, lewd little whimper as he did so.

Levi pulled his lips from yours and began giving you little bits of praise as he thrust into you. "Y-You're so beautiful, Y/N," he said, "And your pussy feels perfect... like... like it was made for my dick." You pressed several small kisses on his neck and he continued, "You're being s-such a good girl for me, Y/N. Your tight pussy is gonna make me cum so fucking hard." You felt one of Levi's sharp fangs graze your earlobe as he moaned out, "Fuck, you're perfect."

After a few more thrusts, Levi pulled out and finished on his t-shirt. He plopped back down next to you on your bed to try to catch his breath. His demon form dissipated and timid Levi was there, still staring at you. "I m-meant that," he told you, "Y-You're perfect, Y/N. You're really the only human who's ever made me feel like this." You rolled on your side to face him, running your hand through his hair again. He started in with his usual self-deprecating remarks about how he's gross and a shut-in, etc. You quickly leaned in and brought your lips to his, quickly biting his bottom lip. Levi squeaked but, before he could protest, you said, "Shut up, Levi. You're perfect, too."

He wrapped you up in a loving, comfortable embrace before the two of you fell back asleep.

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A few hours later, you woke up alone. You looked at your D.D.D. and saw a text message from Levi.

Levi: I'm sorry I had to leave. I forgot I had a competition today. PLSSSS DON'T BE MAD AT MEEEEEE!

You: I'm not mad, love. Thank you for staying with me these past few nights. :)

"It's not like ANYONE else has been vying for my attention," you thought, swapping over to your messages with Mammon.

He'd seen your message.

And... he'd left you on read?

LEFT. ON. READ.

You practically flew out of your bed to throw on some panties, a pad, sweatpants, and a tank top.

He's NOT gonna disrespect you like that!

You stomped out of your room and through the main hall.

How dare he not even text you back. Since when in the fuck did YOU have to fight to get his attention?

You walked up the stairs and turned toward Mammon's room and...

A petite demoness with long black hair strutted out of the upstairs shared bathroom and headed in the direction of Mammon's room. She was walking in the opposite direction, so you knew she didn't see you watching. You were in denial about the situation until you recognized that this demoness had one of Mammon's bed sheets wrapped around her slender form.

You felt your blood run cold and your stomach drop. So... that is who was more important to Mammon than you were!?

After the demoness went into Mammon's room, you felt like your feet were stuck on the floor. You wanted to go to your room and hide. You wanted to go to Mammon's room and beat his ass. "Technically, he didn't go against your agreement. He didn't bring this demoness around you; you came upstairs looking for some bullshit and just happened to stumble upon it. You came up here and hurt your own feelings," the logical side of your brain was telling you.

"Hey, Y/N."

You jumped and looked down the stairs behind you to see Beel smiling up at you. You returned the smile and said, "Hey, Beelzy--" he blushed at your nickname for him "-- Wh-What's up?"

"I was actually just about to look for you and see if you needed help studying for our history exam. I know you've been out of school because of your... your--" Beel timidly whispered "-- your period."

How is he so fucking adorable?

Honestly, though, you did need to study. Your period this month had been particularly rough, causing you to end up missing pretty much that whole week of school. Maybe this would help with getting your mind off Mammon's shenanigans. "Yeah," you said, "Yeah, studying is prolly a good idea."

"Good. We're having a study group later. Asmo and Mammon take that same class, just with a different professor. Since the test will be the same, we figured it'd help to study."

Mammon!? No. No! Maybe he'll skip the study group like he usually does.

The last demon you wanted to see right then was him.

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Alas, of course today happened to be the one day Mammon decided to actually show up to a study group.

You sat at the dining room table with Asmo, Beel, and Mammon - Beel and Asmo were on one side of the table and Mammon was sitting on the other side of the table, right next to you. You made sure to wear a shirt that allowed the necklace he'd given you to be visible. As Asmo was reading a paragraph from the study guide given out in class the day prior, you wrote on a piece of paper and angled it so Mammon knew you were writing it to him.

"Why didn't you ever text me back?"

Mammon scribbled on a piece of paper in his notebook, angling it to you.

"I was busy. Sorry."

In return, you wrote:

"So, who is she?"

Mammon looked at the paper and then glared at you for a moment. Then he wrote:

"Who's who?"

You indignantly shook your head and angrily scribbled.

"Skinny demoness? Long, dark hair? Walking around in your sheet? Ring any bells."

You saw Mammon's face redden as he realized that you saw the demoness he brought home the night before. It had been Minako. She'd insisted that, if Mammon wanted any kind of relationship with her, he should allow her to go back to his place. She didn't want to have sex in his Demonio or in a back corner inside The Fall again. He'd been reluctant to bring Minako home in the first place, but he definitely would've declined if he'd known that you would somehow find out about her so soon.

Mammon stood up abruptly and snapped, "I'm not gonna deal with this right now!" He picked up his study materials and stormed off to his room.

Asmo looked back and forth between you and Mammon before remarking, "Well! I've never known anyone to get that impassioned about the history of the Royal Library before." You tried to muster a smile, but failed miserably.

Yes, Mammon was furious; however, he was by no means mad at you. He was mad at himself. How could he be so stupid? Why did he bring Minako to his room? What was he thinking?

Just as Mammon got to his room and sat on his bed, his head in his hands, you were still at the dining room table on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He yelled at you? Mammon really yelled at you!? He was so mad, so defensive, about you bringing that particular demoness up.

Asmo had hurried around the table to sit next to you. "Oh, Hunny-Bunny, are you okay? I'm sure he's not mad at you, of all people," Asmo cooed, stroking your hair. "He's gotta be," you said, "I brought up whoever that was that he brought home last night." You felt Asmo's hand falter for a moment and decided to ask, "Do you know who the dark-haired demoness is?"

"Oh, I'm... I'm not sure," Asmo lied, "A-Are you sure it was a demoness?"

You leaned away from Asmo's touch and studied his face, "You know something."

"No! I mean, not really. I--"

Beel had been looking back and forth between you and Asmo, almost like he was watching a tennis match, but finally decided that this conversation was getting a little too personal; as per usual, Beel minded his business and went in the kitchen.

You asked Asmo, "Who is she? What do you know? He ignored my text last night and left me on 'read' this morning. Tell me!"

Asmo sighed and said, "You know, you should ask Mammon, Hunny-Bunny." You rolled your eyes and said, "I tried. That's why he got mad and left."

Belphie, nosey bastard that he was, happened to be lurking around the corner. He popped in the room and said, "I know who she is, Y/N." Asmo quickly spun around to try to subtly gesture for Belphie to shut up, but he ignored Asmo and said, "I saw her upstairs earlier. I'd asked her who the fuck she is and why the fuck she was wandering through the hall." Belphie approached you slowly, smugly, and said, "Her name is Minako. Apparently, at least according to her, she's Mammon's girlfriend."

The last thing you remembered was seeing the wall... the ceiling...

... then everything went dark.

Chapter 34: If You Feel Lonely

Summary:

Satan makes sure you're feeling better after your fainting spell in the dining room; later you decide to repay him.

Notes:

CW: Discussion of menstruation, use of "Master" as an honorific, rough sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, squirting, implied masturbation

treachery
noun
treach·ery ˈtre-chə-rē ˈtrech-rē
1
: violation of allegiance or of faith and confidence

"You're awake," the calm voice of Satan whispered to you.

You blinked a few times and looked around. You were in your room, on your bed, and Satan was sitting on the bed next to you. You realized that he was holding one of your hands in his own. He explained, "You fainted at the dining room table. During the time you've been here, I've been reading up on human anatomy and it seemed like your iron was low from your menstrual cycle. I gave you an iron infusion and you look much better now." Satan gently pulled your arm straight, allowing you to see the bandage over the place in your arm where he'd presumably put in an IV.

An IV seemed a little extreme for a fainting episode, but Satan's heart was in the right place.

After an awkward moment of silence, Satan began stroking the back of your hand with his thumb and said, "And I heard you... got some... some news that upset you, which might have contributed." Your hand, the one that wasn't being held by Satan, quickly traveled to your necklace; Mammon's necklace.

You sighed and looked away from Satan. He leaned forward and said in your ear, "He's a fucking idiot, Y/N. Everyone in this house can tell how much he loves you. Don't forget, we all love you, though." You looked back at Satan, who took the opportunity to cup your cheek with his hand. "If you feel lonely," Satan said, "My door is always open for you."

Goddammit with those seductive fucking eyes of his!

Satan gently pressed his lips to your forehead before telling you that he would let you rest and leave your room.

You glanced down at your D.D.D. and saw a new text message from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Dearest dove, Lucifer messaged me and let me know you fainted. Are you okay now?

You: Yeah. I guess it was just my period.

Diavolo: Really?

You: Yeah. Satan gave me an iron infusion and I'm feeling a little better.

Diavolo: You know, Daddy's been missing you since you haven't been at school. I hope you'll come see me in my office sometime next week.

You: Yeah. Of course.

Diavolo: Yeah. Of course. ...?

You rolled your eyes as you replied.

You: Of course, Daddy.

Diavolo: Better.

You looked through your other messages and Mammon hadn't messaged you at all. He wasn't in your room to watch over you after you'd fainted - at least, not to your knowledge - and he didn't text you. Did he even know?

Did he even care?

What time even was it?

You saw on your D.D.D. that it was almost 10:00 PM. You'd slept through dinner? You sat up and slowly got off the bed, dragging yourself to your bedroom door.

You opened your door and saw Asmo nearby, all dressed up. He was wearing pink leather pants, white platform heels, and a white, button-up blouse that he had stylishly unbuttoned.

Of course - he must be going to The Fall tonight. Was Mammon going with him? Would Mammon's LiTtLe gIrLfRiEnD be there?

"Hey, Asmo," you said, trying to play casual, hoping to get some dirt out of him, "You going to The Fall?"

"Yeah, Hunny-Bunny. Going to go meet up with a few succubi I met on DemonTryst. I'd invite you, but you're... indisposed."

You decided to just be forward as you asked, "And where's Mammon? Will he be going?"

"Mammon's... he's out with Minako. He.... he still doesn't know that you know," he solemnly replied.

"H-He's what?"

Asmo, an empathetic expression on his face, said, "He's on a date with his girlfriend. They went out to Ristorante--"

"Just... just... I don't wanna know. I just wanna... go to sleep or something."

"Hunny-Bunny," Asmo called out as you walked back in the direction of your room.

It seemed like just recently Mammon wanted to cum inside you, but now he already had someone else? Was it something about you? Couldn't be.

As you got to your bedroom door, a thought crossed your mind. You pulled out your D.D.D. and texted him, seeing as how he didn't know that you knew yet.

You: Hey! Guess what?

Mammon replied to you very quickly.

Mammon: Hey! Sup darlin'?

You: Fuck...
You: ... you! :)
You: FUCK YOU!
You: FUCK YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING TOOL!

Your D.D.D. started ringing.

Decline.

Ring... ring...

Decline.

Ring... ring... ring...

You turned your D.D.D. off. You didn't have time to concern yourself with constantly declining Mammon's calls. He should focus on his date with his little girlfriend.

Your mind was going a million miles a minute and your heart was pounding in your chest. Feeling as though you had no control over your own legs, you turned and walked through the front hall...

... up the stairs...

... and to the door of the only demon you were sure you wanted to see.

"If you feel lonely, my door is always open for you."

Satan opened his bedroom door to answer your knocking and asked, "Y/N? Is everything okay?" You said, "I need you to fuck me. Hard." He stepped back and gestured his arm to welcome you into his room. "Gladly," Satan said, smirking. He knew you were still on your period and he didn't care in the least; Satan felt the wrath rolling off you in waves and he couldn't wait to fuck you so he could feed his sin with your rage.

In seemingly no time at all, Satan had you naked on your stomach on his bed, fucking you into the mattress. He burrowed one of his hands under you and began skillfully rubbing your clit. "Yes, Master, fuck me," you yelled out. "Good kittens use their manners," he said, slamming his dick deep inside you.

"Please, Master. Please, please fuck your slutty kitten."

"You're a good kitten," he cooed, "You take my cock so well." He relentlessly pounded into you and, every so often, brought his hand down firmly on your ass and showered you with praise.

*SMACK*

"Mmm, you're such a good little kitten for me."

*SMACK*

"Fuck, you're perfect."

*SMACK*

"Perfect little fuck toy for Master."

Satan continued fucking you at a painfully fast pace. He eventually adjusted his angle so he was on his knees, sitting back on his heels, and pulled you up so you were sitting upright as he pounded into you. He continued fucking you, hitting your G-spot with each thrust, and stroking your clit. Your moans grew louder and you felt the pleasure in your body building to the point that it was almost unbearable.

Abruptly, he grabbed your hips and lifted you off of his dick and a stream of liquid shot out of your nether regions. You were screaming in pleasure and your body was shaking at how quickly this happened. Apparently, Satan didn't mind that you had just squirted all over his bed because he brought your hips back down so he could enter your pussy again as he said, "That was beautiful, Kitten. I loved seeing you come undone like that."

He snapped his hips into yours a few times before he grabbed your hair and pulled back. He growled, "Who's fucking this pussy so good?"

"You are."

"Say my name, Kitten. Who's fucking you so good?"

"Satan!"

"Scream my name, Kitten!"

"SATAN," you screamed out.

On the other side of the door, Mammon was passing by and heard your screams. Satan hadn't put a soundproofing spell on the door, nor had it even crossed your angered mind to remind him to do so.

Mammon felt his heart sink, hearing the sounds of you being so violently pleasured by his brother. He knew then that you must have found out about his girlfriend.

Going to his room, Mammon texted Asmo.

Mammon: She knows...

Asmo: How do you know?

Mammon: Fuck... I don't even wanna say.

Asmo: I told you it was a bad idea to start seeing someone, but nooooobody ever listens to lil ol' me.
Asmo: And don't blame this on me! This is Belphie's fault. Blame that little basic-ass brother of ours.

Mammon rolled his eyes and laid back on his bed to think. His date with Minako had been... uneventful. She was beautiful, of course, but there wasn't much to her; her body was just a covering for a shallow, boring woman. All she'd done through the dinner was talk about her last modeling gig and a shopping trip she'd made that day. He hadn't cared; he really just wanted to fuck Minako and be done for the night. You were the one who had been on his mind. "Maybe," he'd thought, "If I fuck Minako from behind and close my eyes, I can pretend it's Y/N."

No. He couldn't pretend. Minako wasn't you and could never be you.

During dinner, when his phone had started going off with your texts, he was glad to just have an excuse to cut the date short. He'd lied to Minako and told her some little falsehood about how something was wrong with you and you were his human and he had to go home to make sure you were okay.

Mammon hadn't gotten laid, so having heard your moans from Satan's room definitely felt like adding insult to injury.

Mammon pulled out his D.D.D. and scrolled through pictures he'd saved. There were several unsolicited nudes that he'd received from dozens of people over time, but the one he was really looking for was one that you'd sent him a couple of months prior. He had put a sheer, gold nightie with matching panties on your bed before going to a modeling gig one night. You'd come home while he was at the modeling gig and put the outfit on while you were waiting for him. While you'd been waiting, you had decided to send him a picture of yourself, lying on your bed and wearing the nightie.

Oh, what Mammon wouldn't have done to have you in his bed, in that little nightie, and on his hard cock right then...

He rose from his bed and let out a frustrated growl as he walked over to his nightstand and retrieved his favorite bottle of lotion. His hand would have to be a cheap replacement for you that night.

Chapter 35: Let Me Relieve You.

Summary:

Mammon tries to break the silence and tension between the two of you, but fails miserably. It's okay because Belphie is there to help pick up the pieces.

Notes:

CW: Marijuana use, oral sex, vaginal sex, a little bit of degradation

venturesome
adjective
ven·ture·some ˈven(t)-shər-səm
: inclined to court or incur risk or danger

There was an uncomfortable amount of awkward energy between you and Mammon after that night.  You weren't exactly speaking with him beyond what was necessary for him to adequately perform as your guardian demon, such as telling him where you would need him to accompany you during school.  He wasn't "Mammoney" and you weren't "treasure."  However, you were still making a point of wearing the necklace he gave you, but you still weren't talking to him; it was driving him crazy.

It wasn't until about a week and a half later that Mammon finally tried to break the tension between the both of you.  He just wanted to talk. He just wanted to look into your eyes.

You were sitting in your room late that night, smoking a joint and scrolling aimlessly through Devilgram, when you heard a knock on your door.  As you put out the joint and hid it under your bed, you called out, "Who is it?" The voice on the other side of the door was Mammon's.  He said, "H-Hey, umm, it's me.  Can I come in?"

You grabbed a can of air freshener and frantically sprayed it around your room before you walked to your bedroom door and flung it open.  You were too relaxed to be rude to Mammon, so you just raised your eyebrows and waited for him to speak.  Mammon looked at you, wide-eyed for a moment, taking in the thin white shirt and black panties you were wearing.  It almost physically pained him to not have a staring contest with the hardened nipples that were poking through your shirt. He timidly looked to the floor, putting his hand on the back of his neck, as he said, "I wanted to talk to ya about--"

"Lemme stop you right there.  I'm not in a talking mood, Mammon."

"Yeah, I gotcha.  I just wanted to--"

Mammon paused and looked back up at you and crinkled up his nose. He asked, "Wait... are you high right now, Y/N?"

"Why?"

"I know weed when I smell it. I'm supposed to be watchin' over ya.  I just wanna make sure ya ain't doin' nothin' stupid."

"Oh.  Well, I'm not doing anything stupid.  I'm just relaxing in the comfort of my own room.  My own temporary room."

You could see that struck a nerve with him when he looked back to the floor.  It was another reminder to him that his time with you was limited, both by your eventual marriage to Diavolo and by his own impulse to start dating a demoness that he didn't even really want to be with. He knew Diavolo had seen him making out with Minako in the hall at school recently. Not that Mammon had intentionally made out with her in front of Diavolo's office on purpose or anything.

Okay, that was a lie... but he wanted to make a point of showing off his relationship with Minako to Diavolo.

Regardless, in that moment, Mammon wanted to pick you up and bring you over to your bed, strip you completely naked, and fuck you all night.  He wanted to feel those butterflies that he always felt in his stomach in the seconds just before he fucked you and the feeling of absolute euphoria he always felt while he was inside you.  He missed your taste and your smell.  Actually... actually, he could smell you right then...

"Why're you staring, Mammon?"

It wasn't until he'd heard you speak that he realized that he'd been staring at you.  He blinked a few times, quickly shook his head, and said, "I, uh... c-can I come in?"  You said nothing, but stepped back, allowing Mammon enough space to enter your room.  He closed the door behind him.

Mammon refused to make eye contact with you as he stood in your room and said, "I've missed ya, treas-- I mean, Y/N."  You rolled your eyes and sarcastically drawled, "Riiiight.  Whatever, Mammon."  He quickly looked into your eyes as he grabbed your chin harshly to prevent you from looking away.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

He wouldn't hold back anymore.

You would be his.

Mammon greedily slammed his lips against yours, forcing you back against your bedroom door.  You brought your hands up to his head and began running your fingers through his hair.  He moaned into the kiss as his hands clumsily reached inside your panties so he could feel how wet you were; your pussy was so wet that he swore it felt like it was trying to suck his fingers in.  Without breaking the kiss he grabbed under your ass and picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you.

Maybe he was coming back to you!  Maybe he and Minako weren't seeing each other anymore.  That had to be it, right?

He quickly brought you over to your bed and hurriedly pulled your shirt over your head and laid you on your back.  Hovering over you, Mammon said, "I wanna be inside ya so bad.  Please lemme feel ya."  You nodded in agreement and Mammon instantly felt those butterflies in his stomach.  He pressed soft kisses along your jaw and neck before rising from your bed.

Mammon stood up and quickly removed his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his painful erection.

That's when you saw it.

"GET THE FUCK OUT," you yelled, sitting up and pointing to your door.

"Ehh?  Treas-- Y/N, I mean, what's..."

Mammon looked down and realized that he'd forgotten about a bite marking that Minako had recently left on his skin right next to the base of his dick.  He frowned and thought, "Goddamn, how could I be so fuckin' stupid?"

"Thanks," you said, bitterly, "Thanks for rubbing your little relationship in my face."  Mammon opened his mouth to speak, you assumed it would be an attempt to give some kind of explanation, but he realized there was no point.  Mammon quickly pulled his underwear and sweatpants back on and left your room, muttering, "S-Sorry.  I j-just... sorry."

As Mammon closed the door behind him, you got under your comforter, still seething.  Bite markings usually took about a week or two to fade, but the one on Mammon looked very recent.  Fortunately, it wasn't long before sleep found you. 

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You awoke to the sound of the alarm on your D.D.D. going off, though going to school was the last thing you wanted to do.  As you reached for it, you realized that there was someone lying behind you, their arm wrapped tightly around your waist.  "Belphie," you quietly asked, knowing it was likely him due to the tight grasp on you.

"Aziz-e delam," Belphie whined, "I don't wanna get up yet."  As you turned your alarm off, he kissed your back and his hand slowly traveled from your waist up to one of your breasts, massaging it gently.  You remembered only then that you'd fallen asleep in just your panties.

You managed to wiggle free from his grasp and you turned to face him, even though you couldn't see him in the darkness.  Belphie let out a snarky chuckle and said, "Sorry.  It's been a while since you slept without a shirt on and I couldn't help myself."

"Ha... ha," you uttered sarcastically.

"I can smell that you're wet right now.  Which of my brothers left you hot and bothered?"

You said nothing.

"I'm guessing it was Mammon, then."

"Does it really matter, Belphie?"

"I guess not.  Just curious," he began, "So, let me relieve you.  You wouldn't want to go to school smelling so aroused.  Another demon might snatch you up, bend you over a desk, and fuck you until you can't even stand."

So... a valid point.  You'd been painfully horny at school a few times and caught multiple demons and demonesses looking at you like they wanted to literally fuck you to death.

You sighed and brought your lips to Belphie's.  You could feel his lips twist into a smile before he deepened the kiss, rolling you onto your back and straddling your hips.

He sat up and spoke the soundproofing spell.  Then, Belphie spoke another one that turned your bedroom lights on so he could watch your expressions as he fucked you.  He left a trail of kisses from your lips down to your lower stomach.  You felt his fingers curling under the waistband of your panties before he slowly pulled them down.

Belphie's eyes sparkled up at you as he brought the tip of his tongue down to tease your clit.  Your back arched and your hands found their way to Belphie's hair.  "Fuck, don't stop," you moaned, pulling his hair and grinding yourself on his mouth.  He began tongue-fucking your pussy as he looked longingly up to your eyes.

You could tell he could make you cum with his tongue alone; however, he stopped just short of doing so.  He smirked as he backed away from you and sat back on his heels, his tongue licking the arousal that remained on his lips.  Belphie lowered his boxers and he began stroking his erection as he stared at your glistening wet pussy.  "I hate that we've got to make this quick," he said, "maybe you'll let me come sleep with you again tonight?  Maybe with Beel?"  You nodded quickly in desperation, wanting him to stop talking and just fuck you already.

Belphie leaned down, hovering over you and carefully lining his dick up with your entrance.  Abruptly, he slammed his hips against yours, penetrating you deeply.  Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist.  You let out a lewd scream of pleasure as he continued his thrusts.  Belphie chuckled and said, "Yeah, take it, you little whore.  You're a slut for demon dick, aren't you?"

"YES," you screamed out as he began fucking you painfully fast, "YES, fuck me, Belphie!"  You rolled your hips to meet his frantic thrusts and it wasn't long before you came.  Belphie finished quickly thereafter, pulling out and cumming on your thigh.

Belphie collapsed on you and tried to catch his breath as he quietly said, "Let's get in the shower.  Not that I wouldn't want to walk around school covered in the scent of your delicious little human cunt all day, but I don't want shit from Diavolo about it.  He'd probably get mad, probably snitch to Lucifer, and then I'd get strung up from the ceiling like he does to Mammon whenever that greedy little loverboy of yours does some fucked up shit."

You rolled your eyes and said, "Yeah, we'd both better hurry in the shower before it gets too late."

Meanwhile, there was a ruckus at the dining room table as Lucifer, Satan, and Levi tried to figure out why Beel had grabbed his crotch and ran in the direction of the bathroom, leaving a plate of unfinished food on the table.  Asmo was also at the table and just silently smirked as he stared down at his D.D.D.

"Belphie and Y/N are both absent from the table. Looks like Belphie must've had some fun in Y/N's room this morning," Asmo thought, texting his brother.

Asmo: Hmm... do you know why Beel ran away from the breakfast table this morning?
Asmo: SURELY, you weren't making love to my precious Y/N.

A few minutes later, Asmo finally received a reply.

Belphie: Mind your own fucking business.

Asmo smiled. As usual, with matters of romance and lust, Asmo's suspicions were correct.

Chapter 36: Sleep Well, My Beloved

Summary:

Some time has passed and as you've grown closer to Diavolo, you've grown further from Mammon. But, how much longer can you and Mammon stand to be apart?

Notes:

CW: breeding kink, daddy kink, bite marking, blood, unsafe sex, light angst

countertrend
noun
coun·ter·trend ˈkau̇n-tər-ˌtrend
: a trend that is in response or opposition to another trend
: an opposing trend

It had been several weeks since Mammon had started seeing Minako and, in that time, you had actually grown closer to Diavolo.  He treated you like a princess, buying you everything your heart desired and showering you with love and praise.  Since Minako came into the picture, Diavolo had also never brought up any suspicions about the nature of your relationship with Mammon again.

One evening, you found yourself in Diavolo's office, bent over his desk and getting railed from behind.  "Fuck, dearest," Diavolo groaned out, continuing to thrust into you, "I want to fill your pussy now, Y/N." School had gotten out about an hour before and Diavolo had been fucking you ever since.  He'd already cum in your mouth twice and his dick was still absolutely rock hard. You whined out as he pounded you, "Y-Yes, Dia... cum in... inside me."

"Are you okay with taking my cambion?"

"Yes, Daddy."

But, WAS that really what you wanted?

"If I impregnate you, I'm marrying you immediately.  I don't care anymore.  I wish I could let everyone know about us," Diavolo moaned, "I want to fuck you and marry you and watch you bear my heirs, Y/N."

Diavolo pulled out of you, spun you around so you were facing him, and he laid you back on his desk.  "I want to watch your face as I fill your pussy with my royal cum," he said, his nude demon form suddenly materializing.  Oddly enough, this was the first time you'd ever seen his demon form.  His hair was a fiery red and his skin was a richer brown.  He also grew taller and more buff.  From his head had emerged two red and black horns, which came out horizontally and curved forward and inward; from his back had emerged two matching sets of red and black bat wings.  The horns and wings had shining, ornate gold tips.  Your eyes slowly wandered down his gorgeous, muscular body.

Oh, fuck...

Turns out that there was another area of his body that got larger, too.

Just as you were trying to figure out whether this enhancement would fit inside you, he was already slowly pressing the head into the warmth of your pussy.  He knew you would need a moment to adjust to his increased size, so he continued slowly pushing into you.  "Fuck, you're so big, Dia," you whimpered.  Diavolo smirked as he finally bottomed out in your pussy and brought his hands to your breasts, squeezing them harshly.  The pain and pleasure were getting to be too much and you had an orgasm that was nothing short of electrifying.

"That's it, my beloved," Diavolo cooed, "Cum for me."  He then began thrusting into you quickly, his gold eyes glowing, as he asked, "Who fucks you the best?"

"You do, Daddy."

"Mmm, good girl," he said, gently rubbing your clit, "I can't wait to put my heirs inside your body.  You've got the perfect body for nurturing my children."  Diavolo leaned down and his fangs dug into the skin between your breasts, leaving a small, deep bite marking.  The euphoric feeling that always accompanied his markings surged through you.  You then felt the suction of his mouth as he began to drink blood that was coming from the bite.  As he hummed in appreciation at the taste, you grabbed onto his horns to help ground yourself.   "Don't stop, Dia," you whimpered, "I'm going to cum again."

Diavolo lifted his head and looked smugly into your eyes, your blood coating his mouth.  He gripped your hips and slammed them into his as he continued fucking you aggressively.  His mouth returned to the bite he'd left on your chest.  The sounds of your bodies colliding and your pleasured moans echoed throughout the room.  Your back arched as you reached the peak of another orgasm.

"I'm about to cum, too, dearest," he said through gritted teeth.  As his thrusts became erratic, you felt the warmth of his seed shooting inside you.  "Oh, fuck," Diavolo groaned, "I'll never tire of the way your pussy grips my cock.  I love you, dearest.  I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Dia."

Diavolo slowly pulled out of you, his demon form dissipating, and he shouted in the direction of his office door, "Barbatos!  The tea, please!"  The attentive butler opened the entered from the hall with the prepared scent tea.  There was a smug smile on Barbatos' face as he brought the tea over to you.  You were still completely indisposed, naked with cum dripping out of you onto Diavolo's desk, and you caught Barbatos' gaze on your body.

You'd become accustomed to Barbatos seeing you naked after sex with Diavolo; however, it was only just recently that you noticed him getting a little bolder with the way he looked at you.

Barbatos approached you with the teacup and saucer.  "Your tea, Miss Y/N," Barbatos said, handing the beverage to you.  As he bowed his head politely, you noticed that he used the opportunity to allow his eyes to travel down your body.

Diavolo cleared his throat, making both you and Barbatos jump and look in his direction.  If Diavolo had been angry at the way Barbatos had been staring at you, he didn't show it.  He simply said to Barbatos, "I will be escorting Y/N home this evening."  Then, to you, Diavolo said, "Finish your tea and get dressed, dearest.  Lucifer will throw a fit if I send you home too late on a weeknight."  Diavolo chuckled heartily and turned away as he began dressing himself.

You finished the tea and held the cup and saucer out for Barbatos to take as you quietly whispered, "Thank you, Barbatos."  As he grabbed the cup and saucer, Barbatos took advantage of the fact that Diavolo wasn't looking and gave you a fanged smirk that made your heart skip a beat.  "You're quite welcome, Miss Y/N," he said, bowing and leaving the room.

You got off of Diavolo's desk and gathered your scattered clothing from the floor so you could get dressed to head home for the night.  All you could think of was how much you wanted to go to sleep.  Yes, the evening was young, but your pussy was tired.

Since it was a pleasant evening outside, Diavolo decided to walk you home instead of using a portal.  "So, dearest, the semester will be over soon," he observed, "Are you ready for your exams?"  You laughed nervously and said, "Honestly?  No."  Diavolo laughed and said, "Well, don't worry about how your grades end up--" Diavolo looked around to make sure no one was within listening distance "--because you'll end up being my bride, regardless."  He took one of your hands in his and brought it up to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand; though, for fear of being seen by anyone, he quickly released it.

Abruptly changing the topic, Diavolo observed, "Mmm... it seems that my dear Barbatos had taken a liking to you."  You played dumb and replied, "Oh, has he?"  Diavolo sighed and said, "You know... Barbatos and I have never shared a lover before.  Perhaps... maybe you could be the first?"

"Psh... the first?  If you're wanting to marry me, I'd better be the only?"

"Slip of the tongue, dearest.  Of course you'd be the only."

"Yeah, I'd better be," you muttered, just barely loud enough for him to hear.  He chucked awkwardly and changed the subject to discuss the various political obligations he had coming up and apologizing in advance that he would be relatively unavailable during those times.  It all went over your head.  Lord Whoever, Prince What's-His-Name, Duchess So-and-So; you couldn't keep track of these people.

Would you have to remember all of them when you married Diavolo?

The rest of your walk was spent in comfortable silence with Diavolo and you quickly reached the House of Lamentation.

As you and Diavolo reached the front door, it swung open.  You felt your heart drop as Mammon and Minako stepped outside, hand-in-hand and smiling.  Mammon refused to look at or acknowledge you standing there with Diavolo; however, Minako smiled and cheerily said, "Hey, Y/N!  Hey, Lord Diavolo!"  You returned the smile and said, "Hey, Minako."

As much as you hated seeing her with Mammon, Minako had been very friendly toward you.  Technically, it wasn't her fault that he broke your heart.  She wasn't rude or bitchy, making it more difficult to dislike her than to just accept her presence around Mammon.  Minako was just a little... dense?  Belphie had not-so-affectionately nicknamed her Birdbrain, though he never said it to her face, and constantly compared her to the "stupid, ditzy human realm models."

Meanwhile, behind his silence, Mammon was internally screaming. He hated seeing you looking content with Diavolo, even in a context where it appeared that the two of you had only a platonic friendship.  More than that, Mammon hated that you saw him together with Minako.  His relationship with her had accomplished his goal of getting Diavolo to not be as dangerously possessive of you; Mammon reasoned that Diavolo no longer saw him as a threat.  In fact, Diavolo had become much friendlier toward him since he'd actively made an effort to display his relationship with Minako.  Yes, Mammon was internally screaming, but was glad that his plan to get Diavolo to ease up on you appeared to be working.

When Mammon and Minako were out of sight, Diavolo gave you a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Sleep well, my beloved."

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Late that night, you awoke from your slumber and were having trouble falling back asleep, so you decided to go to the kitchen for a snack.  As you quietly crept along, you heard two voices whispering in the kitchen.  It took a second for it to register that the voices were coming from Mammon and Minako.  They didn't sound like they were fucking, so you decided to eavesdrop.

What's the worst that could happen... right?

From around the corner, you heard Minako whispering, "Is it okay that I'm staying over?"  Mammon whispered back, "Yeah.  I mean, I guess.  Whatever.  Ya just hafta be quiet."

"What?  So, I can't get loud with you tonight?"

You rolled your eyes.

Mammon replied to Minako, "N-No.  And ya gotta be gone before everyone gets up."

"Why do you act like you have to hide me from your brothers?  Is it..."

There was an awkward silence before Mammon asked her to continue.  Anxiously, Minako whispered back, "Is it because of that human?"

"Wh-Which human?"

"The one who lives here with you.  Y/N?"

"No!  No, nothing like that."

There was a silence between the two before Minako whispered angrily, "There's something between you, isn't there!?  That's what this is!  You have feelings for a weak little human!?"

"Weak little human?"  Bitch, where?  And here you thought things were cool between the two of you.

Then, Mammon whispered, "NO!  No, baby.  It ain't ever been like that between me and Y/N.  I ain't ever seen her that way.  She's just someone I gotta look after while she--"

Their conversation was interrupted by the slam of a bedroom door.

You weren't going to stand there and listen to him say that shit.  Absolutely the fuck not.  If the man had nothing else, he had fucking audacity. After hearing the way he was talking about you, you weren't hungry anymore any goddamn way. 

Chapter 37: You Like What You See?

Summary:

You're determined to make Mammon jealous during a night at The Fall; however, an absolutely unnecessary amount of Anti-Lucifer League sex ensues.

Notes:

CW: Jealousy, threesome (oral, vaginal), semi-public sex, marijuana use, drunk/high sex, scent marking, light degradation, unsafe sex

thirst
verb
ˈthərst
: to crave vehemently and urgently

Asmo shrieked out, "Who in the everloving fuck does that bat-winged bastard think he is!?" You clapped your hand over his mouth and whispered, "Quiet, Asmo! People will hear you. Besides, don't you have bat wings?"

"Ugh, not the point, Hunny-Bunny! Besides, mine are literally cute."

The two of you were sitting outside during your lunch break and you were catching your favorite gossipy demon boy up on the conversation you'd heard between Mammon and Minako the night before. Fortunately, there weren't a lot of demons around and the ones who were didn't pay any attention to Asmo's outburst.

"Seriously, Y/N, he had no right to tell Minako that. He was lying. He doesn't feel that way about you. I promise you that," Asmo said. He knew the truth behind Mammon's relationship with Minako and it was killing him to not tell you about it. Mammon loved you and was basically just using Minako as a distraction for Diavolo; however, Asmo was shocked to hear that Mammon had gone out of his way to make it sound like he didn't care for you at all.

When you said nothing, Asmo said, "You know... I think you should make him jealous." You rolled your eyes and replied, "Have you seen Minako? You really think I can find a way to make him jealous when he has a girlfriend who looks like her?"

"You'd be surprised, Y/N. Did you hear about the Majolish event they're having at The Fall on Saturday?"

You shook your head and Asmo continued, "So, they're coming out with a new line of clothing for the season. It's a lot of leather and... I guess what is considered 'fetish' clothing in the human realm? Anyway, Majolish gets some of their most popular models to wear clothes to The Fall to display their pieces. I mean, the runway and pictures are great, but Majolish always wants to make sure that people can see how their clothes look in a real setting."

"That's... that's actually pretty smart."

"Exactly, Hunny-Bunny! Anyway, I know he and Minako will be there. I bet that, even with Minako, he'd be really jealous if you showed up in something sexy with another demon."

"Are you wanting to be the 'another demon?'"

"Oh, I wish, love. I'll be there modeling, so I'll be busy. I will pick out your outfit, though. Alas, your best bet for a date to The Fall is either Lucifer or Satan," Asmo rose from the table and continued, "But, I've got some business to attend to. I'll see you later, my beautiful Hunny-Bunny." Asmo leaned down and gave you a kiss on each cheek before leaving.

After you finished your lunch, you figured you should stop by the bathroom before your next class. As soon as you finished in the bathroom stall and flushed the toilet, you heard some demonesses enter and walk over to the mirror. Their conversation caught your attention.

Voice One: I'm so jealous of Minako. Did you see the way Mammon was all over her?

Voice Two: Well, at least it's a demoness. I'd rather see him on her than on that human. Demons and humans don't go together.

Voice One: Yeah, I don't care how hot Mammon is, any cambion he'd sire would be ugly with that human.

This bitch...

Voice Two: Yeah, for real.

Voice One: Do you think he'd have spawn with Minako? I mean, I smell his scent all over her constantly, so I know they go at it like crazy.

Voice Two: I know what you mean. You have no idea what I'd do to get his scent on me. But, I dunno, girl. I've never seen Mammon be completely faithful to anyone the way he has been to Minako.

Your heart sank. He technically wasn't even faithful to you. That raggedy motherfucker...

Against your better judgement, you unlocked the stall door and flung it open, scaring the shit out of the two demonesses. As you walked to the sink to wash your hands, you didn't look directly at them, but from your peripheral vision you saw them looking anxiously at you; you didn't personally know them, but you recognized them from around school. They changed their topic of conversation to a test they took earlier in the day before trotting out of the bathroom like a couple of disgruntled bison.

 

A short time later, when you entered your spells class, you walked right over to Satan's desk. Belphie was also at Satan's desk and, based on their whispering and their snide expressions, were probably commiserating about their mutual hate of Lucifer. "Hi, Y/N," Satan said, "How are you today?"

"Not good. Come to The Fall with me on Saturday."

Satan's brow furrowed and he asked, "For the... Majolish event?" Belphie scoffed and said to Satan, "No, for the purpose of being seen and making Mammon jealous."

If this little motherfucker doesn't get the fuck out of your mind, you WILL punch him in the dick.

"Maybe," you said to Belphie, "But, what concern is it of yours? I wasn't asking you." Belphie shrugged and said, "I already planned on going on Saturday. Might as well go with me, too." Satan glared at Belphie before he looked back at you, "Yes, I'll go with you on Saturday." Belphie smirked and added, "The only thing better than being accompanied by one demon is being accompanied by two, Y/N. You've never had a problem taking two before... right, Y/N?"

Satan's eyes sparkled with amusement and he added, "Two or more, right?" You raised your eyebrows at Belphie and Satan, knowing exactly which situations they were individually alluding to.

"Yeah," you said slowly, "Yeah, I'll take both of you."

Belphie and Satan exchanged smug glances.

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That Saturday night, you arrived at The Fall with Satan on one arm and Belphie on the other. Asmo had dressed you in a short, sleeveless black dress and matching high heels; under the dress were some crotchless fishnet stockings that Asmo was incredibly insistent that you wore to the club. You'd had a few glasses of wine before leaving the house, so you found yourself stumbling along ever so slightly.

You glanced around, but didn't see Mammon anywhere yet. You decided that you should just take your smug dates up to the VIP room. You'd have a better view of all the club patrons from up there.

As soon as you, Satan, and Belphie entered the VIP room, you walked right to the bar and poured yourself a glass of Kahlúa. Belphie sat on one couch and Satan sat on the other. You didn't happen to notice at the time, but they were staring hungrily at you; with no panties on and crotchless stockings, they could smell the scent of a pooling arousal that even you didn't realize had begun yet.

You quickly downed the glass of liqueur and walked over to the VIP room's balcony door. "There he is," you thought, spotting your white-haired demon in the crowd on the dance floor with Minako. They were wearing matching outfits; Mammon was wearing tight, low cut leather pants and a leather bondage harness instead of a shirt. Minako was wearing an identical outfit, but with pasties over her nipples.

Matching outfits? Disgusting.

You scowled at how they were dancing on each other. Belphie saw how you were watching them and rose from the couch. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. He whispered in your ear in a singsong voice, "I have something that'll make you feel better, aziz-e delam."

"And what might that be?"

Belphie reached in his pocket and pulled out a large joint and a lighter and handed it to you. You gave him a tender kiss on the lips before he smirked at you and said, "Don't look down at them. Look at us." Satan walked up and hugged you tightly, as well. You lit the joint and said, "Fine, fine."

You hit the joint, passed it to Belphie, and walked back over to the bar, pouring yourself a glass of whiskey. You downed it almost immediately.

"So, Y/N, I know you want to make Mammon jealous. I have an idea," Belphie said.

Your mind was cloudy from the alcohol you'd consumed over the course of the night. Though the lingering thought of potential regret plagued your mind, you replied, "Do tell."

Belphie and Satan exchanged glances and both smiled at you, giving a good show of their fangs.

 

After a discussion with Satan and Belphie, you'd all concluded that Mammon and Minako would eventually come up to the VIP room for some "alone time," which is something the two of them typically do at The Fall (at least, according to Satan). This was especially likely since Mammon had no idea that you would be at The Fall that night. Belphie, manipulative bastard that he was, told you that the best/worst way to get back at Mammon was to allow him and Satan to give you scent marks.

You weren't dumb, though; you knew they were just looking for an excuse to fuck you.

Of course, Belphie just happened to have some scent tea with him to prevent any evidence of their scent from being left behind. "When he comes in," Belphie smirked, "Mammon is gonna smell the three of us together. He hit you where it hurts. Time to fuck his whole world up."

Belphie was right.

You were mad.

You were hurt.

Mammon knew you loved him, but went and got an actual steady girlfriend.

You were drunk and high and out for blood.

But... you still had questions about this little plan that Belphie had cooked up.

"So, Belphie," you crossed your arms, "I know you supposedly came up with this idea just now, but... you expect me to believe you just happen to be walking around with a few bags of scent tea?"

"I don't expect anything from you. I'm carrying the tea around in case I meet a fuckable human while I'm out."

"Right. Just walking around with tea, that amount of that tea, which happens to be pretty expensive?"

"Like I said," Belphie rolled his eyes, "I don't expect you to believe anything." You dramatically sighed and joked, "Y'know, you're acting like someone who doesn't want any pussy."

Satan interrupted, "How about we worry about the logistics of the tea later? Respectfully, Belphie and I really just wanna fuck your brains out."

"Okay," you said with a shrug, "I guess we should get started, then?"

The next thing you knew, the three of you were on the couch. The top of your dress was rolled down, exposing your breasts, and your crotchless stockings were proving to be very convenient since they didn't even have to be removed. You were bouncing on Satan's dick while Belphie sat next to him, watching you as he lazily stroked himself. Satan looked up at you with lust-heavy eyes as his thumb found its way to your clit. "Yeah, Kitten," Satan moaned, "You ride me so fucking good. Keep it up and I'm going to cum soon." Belphie smirked and said, "I'm about to cum from just watching her take your cock."

As you kept riding him, Satan glanced at Belphie and asked, "Did I tell you about the time I made her squirt?"

"She squirts!? Holy fuck, that's hot," Belphie started rubbing his dick a little harder, "How come you never squirt for me, Y/N?"

You were about to answer when Satan interrupted, "It's all a matter of fucking her at the right angle." Belphie grabbed your chin, turned your face so you were looking at him, and said, "Next time we're alone, I'm going to make you squirt. Believe that." You rolled your eyes and smiled coyly, but Belphie grabbed your head and pulled your face to his, kissing you as you rode Satan's dick.

Satan began rapidly snapping his hips upward, ramming his dick up into you and he asked, "Are you ready, Y/N? I'm about to cum."

"Y-Yes," you yelled out, rolling your hips faster to help him reach his climax quickly. After you felt Satan come to completion inside you, you rose from his dick.

Though you felt Satan's seed slowly rolling down the inside of your thighs, you moved to get on Belphie's lap; however, he interrupted you. "Suck your cum and Satan's cum off of his dick," Belphie quickly said, "I want to watch you clean him with your mouth."

You looked back to Satan's dick, which was coated with the shiny sheen from your mixed orgasms. Following Belphie's request, you got on your knees in front of Satan and took his still-erect dick in your mouth. The combined cum of you and Satan was thick and a little bitter, but the lustful looks from Satan and Belphie made it worth it. Belphie smirked and said, "Now, get on my cock, Y/N. I can't fucking wait to cum inside that slutty human pussy."

You quickly straddled Belphie and lowered yourself on his erection. Belphie yelled out, "Fuck! Fuck, you're pussy is so wet right now. You like taking demon cum, huh, whore?" You moaned out in agreement as you began riding Belphie. He groaned out, "Yeah, bounce that human pussy on this big demon cock."

You glanced over and noticed that Satan was running his hand along his length. He was staring at the movement of your tits as you rode Belphie. You jokingly asked Satan, "You like what you see?" Satan nodded at you weakly. Belphie said, "Take us at the same time."

Belphie told you to turn around and ride him reverse cowgirl so Satan could stand in front of you so you can suck his dick at the same time. With Belphie in your pussy and Satan in your mouth, you almost forgot the anger you were harboring about Mammon. The two of them quickly chased their orgasms, cumming in you in quick succession.

After you stood up, Belphie stood up and stretched his arms over his head, glancing out the balcony window. He said, "Oh, this'll be fucking hilarious. It looks like Birdbrain and Village Idiot are on the move already. They're heading toward the VIP elevator."

Belphie sat back down and said, "I'm still hard. I want you back on me, Y/N." You asked, "How in the actual fuck are you still hard?" Belphie shrugged and said, "It's just this demon sex drive." You once again lowered yourself onto Belphie and began riding him again.

As soon as Mammon opened the door to the private VIP room with Minako a minute or so later, he stopped in his tracks. His heart started happily pounding as soon as he could smell it; the warm, familiar scent of you... but, there was the scent of Satan and Belphie present, too. No, not just theirs. It was theirs mixed together with yours, mixed together in you. He felt sick. He felt a sick, sinking feeling in his heart as he realized you were on the couch getting fucked by one of his brothers while the another watched.

You glanced in Mammon's direction so you could see his reaction to seeing you getting fucked by Belphie. You locked eyes with Mammon and saw his expression morph from shock to disgust to sadness to anger within a matter of seconds; then, there was jealousy. Minako's expression was one of absolute mortification, which made you almost start laughing, so you turned your face and looked in the other direction. You were too drunk and high to feel any shame and you could no longer hold back your lewd whimpers as Belphie filled you again. He grabbed your hips to lift you up, looking down at the dripping apex of your thighs and said, "Okay, Satan, it's your turn."

Mammon yelled, "The fuck're ya doin'!?"

As you got on your knees on the couch, bracing your hands on the back of the couch, Satan got behind you and lined his dick up with your entrance. Belphie smirked at Mammon, "We're playing a little game. We're seeing how many times we can fuck and fill our cute little human whore up with our cum before she can't handle anymore." Then, he smirked at Minako and asked, "Or... what was it you said she is? Our 'weak little human' or something? Right, Y/N?"

You glared back over at Mammon and saw him inhale sharply. He recalled the whole conversation he'd had with Minako in the kitchen and realized that you had heard the things he'd said to Minako the other night.

"NO! No, baby. It ain't ever been like that between me and Y/N. I ain't ever seen her that way. She's just someone I gotta look after while she--"

Mammon instantly looked like he was on the verge of tears and Belphie continued, "Look, we were in here first. If the two of you aren't going to join us, can you at least leave and give us some privacy?" The wet, slapping sounds of Satan pounding into your cum-filled pussy made Mammon feel sick and he quickly told Minako they needed to leave.

Maybe he felt as hurt and you had felt when you heard him taking about you with Minako. Good.

Belphie laughed and went to the wet bar to prepare a double-strength scent tea for you to drink after Satan finished cumming in you.

Satan was still fucking you as he said through gritted teeth, "Good. They were ruining the mood in here." Belphie sat next to you and whispered in your ear, "We fully expect to keep fucking you until the club closes. I hope you're ready for it, you dirty little cum dumpster."

You spent the next few hours acting as the, as Belphie so eloquently put it, "dirty little cum dumpster" for him and Satan.

(And Asmo absolutely, positively, totally, 100% had nothing to do with Belphie's mysterious acquisition of the scent tea)

Notes:

Sorry it took so long to post this chapter. During the last week, life has been throwing all its hands and feet at me. 😩

Chapter 38: (Not a Story Chapter)

Summary:

Uncomfortable update on the author

Notes:

This chapter might be deleted and replaced with a new chapter of the actual story, hopefully very soon!

I will come back, I promise. 🙏

So, a lot of you (more than I EVER could have imagined) have become attached to this story. Seriously - this story was born from a random shower thought I had one night.

Anyway, I figured I owed you guys an explanation.

I'm getting out of a REALLY abusive marriage to someone who is dealing with a crippling mental illness (which they've refused to seek treatment for) and my kids ended up being taken from me. They should be home soon, but it won't fix the way my world basically collapsed around me. 😓 I'll try to have a new chapter up soon, but I just couldn't stand the thought of giving you an unenthusiastic, half-hearted, half-assed chapter, so I've held off on writing for a bit.

Hope you guys are looking forward to some Barbatos/Diavolo/YN smut because that's my goal for the next chapter... 😈😏

Chapter 39: This Won’t Be the Last Time, My Beautiful Y/N.

Summary:

You have a picnic with Diavolo and Barbatos. It definitely doesn't turn out to be as innocent as it sounds.

Notes:

Honestly, you guys are the best. Thank you for all of your considerate comments in the last chapter. Updates to the story will still be slow for now, but things are getting better for me and my family.

CW: Daddy kink, voyeurism, vaginal sex, creampie eating, a little pinch of M/M

 

(I didn't tag this fic for M/M, though it's implied in this chapter between Barbatos and Diavolo. I didn't think it necessary to tag M/M when it will only be referenced and/or occur in a negligible number of chapters out of this whole series)

approbation
noun
ap·pro·ba·tion ˌa-prə-ˈbā-shən
: an act of approving formally or officially

The following morning, you groggily opened your eyes.  You were warm and comfortable, aside from a painful, lingering hangover.  You began to process your surroundings and realized you were in your own bed, but sandwiched between Belphie and Satan.  In an attempt to not wake up either, you awkwardly slid yourself downward towards the foot of your bed.

A hand suddenly grabbed you.

Looking back up toward the head of the bed, you saw Satan's eyes looking sharply toward you.  "Morning," you said to him, your inflection indicating more of a question than a statement.

"Yes, good morning.  Last night on the way home, you were rambling about having a lunch date with Lord Diavolo and you asked us to remind you in the morning."

FUCK!

"Ohshitohshitohshit-"

Satan interrupted your crisis, "If you're worried about our scents, worry not, my beautiful kitten.  I personally mixed up a second cup of tea for you last night and there are no remnants of internal scent marks from Belphie and I."

You breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, "O-Okay.  I should prolly wash with scent soap, though... right?"

"Yes, you should.  I wanted to bathe you when we got home last night, but you were quite defiant."

You did have a vague recollection of stripping yourself naked, plopping on the bed, and yelling at Satan and Belphie to let you sleep.  In your defense, though, you had been tired and a little achy from having your back repeatedly blown out by them at The Fall.

After getting your shower, you came out of your bathroom to see that both Satan and Belphie had left your room.  As you walked to your closet to pick out your outfit for the day, you picked up your D.D.D. to check through your messages.  You had plenty of them.

Asmo: Did you have some fun last night?  I bet you did.

Somehow, you figured Asmo had something to do with everything that transpired the evening before.  You checked your next message...

Diavolo: I can't wait to see you for our lunch date.  Barbatos will be preparing a human world meal for us.  He will be there in a couple of hours to escort you here. 
Diavolo: I hope a picnic in the garden will be to your liking.

Despite the lack of sun in the Devildom, a picnic actually sounded really nice.  You checked your next message...

Belphie: I meant what I said last night - I WILL be making you squirt the next time we're alone, my delicious little whore. 

So, he was just as charming as usual.  Such a way with words. You checked your next message...

Mammon: Hey... ya got a minute?

Yeah, now he wanted to talk.  Too bad.

You sent your replies to everyone except Mammon.  You told Asmo you had fun, but you were going to have a little talk with him later; then, you messaged Diavolo and said that a picnic sounded lovely and that you hoped Barbatos would be able to join the two of you instead of awkwardly standing to the side like he usually does; and you texted Belphie nothing but a smug face emoji.

After dressing in a black and pink sundress, you checked the time.  There was about an hour before Barbatos would be arriving to bring you to the castle, so you finished your hair and makeup.  You kept trying to come up with a response to Mammon.  It took you several more minutes before you responded.

You: I have lots of minutes. 
You: And almost every single one of them has been devoted to living my own life and avoiding you.

He replied a minute or so later.

Mammon: Fair.  I get it.  I made ya mad. I know it's been a lil while, but I feel like I got some explainin' to do. 

You: "Mad" isn't the right word.  Hurt.  Deceived.  Saddened. 
You: Those are closer to what I feel. 

Mammon: Listen... I, uh, wanna be able to talk to ya.  Can we meet up a lil later?

You: Nope. I'm going to Dia's today.  Maybe we can talk tomorrow if I feel like it. 

Mammon: Oh... okay, then.  

And you left the conversation at that.

You were waiting patiently outside the front door of the House of Lamentation when Barbatos arrived.  "Greetings, Miss Y/N," he said, bowing slightly, "Are you ready to go?"  "Of course," you said, smiling at him.  He turned and gingerly held his elbow up in such a way that it prompted you to hook your arm in his and the two of you began your walk toward the castle.

"So, Miss Y/N," Barbatos said, "Lord Diavolo told me that you wanted me to join the both of you for lunch today."

"Yeah!  I mean, I don't want you to have to stand there and just watch us eat.  I want you to sit with us."

"Well, you do understand that it is typically considered too far above the station of a demon like myself to sit for a meal with Devildom royalty, right?"

"Of course," you said, squeezing his arm tightly with your own, "I just feel like the two of us don't know each other that well."  Barbatos turned his head slightly and glanced at you.  You could see a sparkle in his eye as he asked, "You're really interested in getting to know me?"

"I'm interested in you."

Instant regret.

You gasped and immediately corrected your wording, despite having recently come to the realization that you were beginning to feel a strong attraction to Barbatos.  You backtracked, "I-I meant, I... I am interested in getting to know you.  I want to get to know you.  If I'm gonna live in the castle someday, we should be better acquainted."

"Well, when you do marry Young Master and move into the castle, you will have your own lady's maid.  You know, there's no real need to get so well-acquainted, right?"

"I still wanna get to know you," you said, feeling your face turn a little red.  Barbatos smirked knowingly, though the two of you continued your walk in silence.

Upon arriving at the castle, Barbatos immediately brought you around to the garden.  Diavolo was already seated on a picnic blanket, a glass of demonus in his hand; however, he quickly stood to greet you.  He placed a kiss on your lips and said, "My dearest, I'm so glad you're here.  Come, let's eat our... are they called hoagies?  Or is there another name humans call them?"

You explained, "I mean... depending on who you ask and what's on them, they can be sandwiches, hoagies, heroes, po' boys, subs."

"Mmm," Diavolo pondered, "I think I'll call them sandwiches since that's actually a term more commonly used here."  You nodded in agreement before Diavolo continued, "I like the term 'sub,' but I already have my own little sub.  Don't I, Y/N?"  He rested his hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he looked at you with lust-heavy eyes.  You were at a loss for words as his eyes perused your body.  Slowly, you muttered the only phrase that could come to your mouth.

"Y-Yes, Daddy?"

"Good girl," he said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, "Now, let's sit down on the picnic blanket and enjoy our lunch."

The three of you sat and ate in relative silence, though Diavolo occasionally made small talk about the weather, school events, and the crystal dark flowers that were blooming.  Every now and then, you caught Barbatos looking longingly at you.  His eyes had a devious sparkle to them as he watched you.

Apparently, you weren't the only one who caught it.

"Ah, yes, Barbatos," Diavolo began, "I see you're taking in the lovely view before you."  Nervously clearing his throat, Barbatos said, "Y-Yes, Young Master.  Y/N is... quite lovely today. She's always quite lovely."  Though he was typically well-composed and stoic, a light pink colored Barbatos' cheeks.  Diavolo nodded and sighed, as though mulling something over in his head.

After a few awkward moments of silence, Diavolo said, "Barbatos, would you like a chance to enjoy Y/N's body?"  You almost choked on your food and Barbatos' face turned an even darker shade of pink.  He anxiously replied, "I should like that very much.  That is, if Y/N is interested, as well."  Barbatos smiled hopefully at you.

Barbatos was exceptionally handsome and charming.  Of course you were interested; however, you didn't want to appear too eager, so you looked to Diavolo, carefully analyzing his face as you tried to determine whether he was serious or whether this was a trap of some kind.  Shockingly, Diavolo smiled and nodded in your direction in agreement.  You looked back at Barbatos and said, "Yeah, I'm interested."

With a jovial smile, Diavolo rose from the blanket and walked over to a nearby tree.  Sitting down and leaning back against the tree, he said, "I hope you two don't mind if I watch."

"Not at all, Young Master," Barbatos replied, his eyes fixated on your body.  Barbatos smiled and told you, "Lie back, Y/N.  Let me please you."

You quickly leaned back on the blanket, propped up on your elbows so you could watch Barbatos.  "Miss Y/N," Barbatos quietly asked, "May I taste you?"  You again looked over at Diavolo and got a nod of approval.  You told Barbatos, "You may."  He cautiously pulled your panties down and spread your legs, exposing your aroused womanhood to him.

"You smell delectable," Barbatos said, beginning to press chaste kisses along your inner thighs.  As his kisses got closer to the apex of your thighs, Barbatos whispered just loud enough for you to hear, "I've wanted this for so long, Miss Y/N.  I've wanted to love you as Young Master does.  I didn't know that he would allow me to have you."

Before you could reply, his lips were wrapped around your clit, gently sucking and teasing with his tongue.  You moaned out and brought one of your hands down to Barbatos' head, running your fingers through his smooth hair, and you glanced in Diavolo's direction once more; he'd unbuttoned his trousers and his hand was in his pants, stroking his heavy erection as he watched.  He was biting his lip and his face was flushed as he watched the both of you.

As jealous a lover as Diavolo had seemed to be, you had no idea that watching Barbatos have his way with you would be something that could get him off.  It made you wonder... Diavolo had told you that he and Barbatos had never shared a lover, but had they been--

Your train of thought was disturbed when Barbatos' fangs grazed your pussy lips.  You gasped loudly at the sensation and Diavolo let out a little chuckle. Barbatos looked up at you longingly, his tongue gently caressing your clit.

"I want to watch you fuck her," Diavolo said to Barbatos.  With a smirk, Barbatos gazed into your eyes, but said to Diavolo, "As you wish, Young Master."  Then, Diavolo said to you, "Look at me while he fucks you.  I want to see your face as he does it."

Barbatos got on his knees, unfastening his trousers and pulling them down to reveal a dick that was about the same significant length and girth as Diavolo's; It was unusually large against the backdrop of Barbatos' relatively lean form.  He moved forward, positioning his hard dick at your entrance.  Barbatos swirled it around a few times, coating his tip with your wetness, before slowly pushing inside you.  He paused for a second to adjust to the feeling of the succulent walls of your pussy and you watched Diavolo.  Diavolo still had his hand in his pants, stroking his dick, as he prepared to watch his butler fuck his future bride.

Barbatos quickly began rolling his hips, fucking you more aggressively than you thought he would.  Diavolo bit his lip as he watched.  You moaned as Barbatos thrust into you and you began rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.  He leaned down, whispering in your ear, "Miss Y/N, you feel so good.  I don't know if I'll be able to last much longer.  I-I've never made love to a human before."  He reached between the two of you, his thumb gently rubbing circles around your clit.  You could feel your walls tighten around him as you were overcome with a sudden, intense orgasm.

Your orgasm was too much for Barbatos as he quickly pulled out and coated your pussy lips with his cum.  Diavolo let out a whimper as he fucked his own hand, obviously close to reaching his own climax.  Barbatos leaned down and kissed your neck several times before saying, "You felt so good, Y/N.  Better than I ever could have imagined."  Then, in a much lower tone, low enough so Diavolo couldn't hear, Barbatos continued, "Whether Young Master approves or not, this won't be the last time, my beautiful Y/N." You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words.

Barbatos? Willingly going against the approval of Diavolo? You never would have believed that before that very moment.

Diavolo quickly rose and walked in your direction.  Barbatos took the subtle hint to back away from you as Diavolo then took his place between your legs.  He abruptly plunged into you, fucking you relentlessly; almost angrily.  He hooked his elbows under your knees, raising your legs up to allow him to penetrate you even more deeply.  A lewd whimper escaped your lips as he pounded into you.  "Barbatos made you quite wet," Diavolo observed as his thrusts slowed, "Did you enjoy the way he fucked you?"

WOW, that was a loaded question.

"Y-Yes?"

"I see," Diavolo said, the pace of his thrusts picking back up.  You couldn't read Diavolo's expression very well.  Was he for real mad that you enjoyed the way being with Barbatos felt?  Was he jealous?

As Diavolo continued relentlessly fucking your pussy, you sputtered out between thrusts, "Did... you enjoy... the way he... fucked... me?"  Diavolo completely stopped his movements and a smile grew on his face, his sexy fangs exposed.  He asked, "Do you always have to be so cheeky, Y/N?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

Diavolo chuckled and he began slamming his hips into yours.  The sounds of your bodies colliding and the moans of you and Diavolo echoed through the garden.  Speaking of Barbatos, where was he?  Diavolo brought his lips to yours in a heated kiss and you took the opportunity to glance out of the corner of your eye to try to locate the butler.

Just as Diavolo had previously been, Barbatos was sitting with his back against the tree.  His dick was hard once again and he was running his hand along its length as he watched you.  There was a hunger in his eyes, almost as though he wanted to eat you alive; something about it aroused you.

It wasn't long before Diavolo's thrusts faltered and you felt his seed spill inside you.  Diavolo moaned something out in Infernal and he brought his mouth to your chest, leaving a deep bite marking on you.

Not long after Diavolo came, he pulled out and Barbatos approached you once more.  Unexpectedly, Barbatos put his mouth back on your puffy lower lips; he stuck his tongue deep in your dripping pussy, slurping Diavolo's cum out of you.

Well, THAT answered some of the questions you had about Barbatos and Diavolo.

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot," Diavolo growled, "Let's go upstairs to my room.  I need to be inside you again... both of you."

Notes:

As I said, no explicit M/M since the fic isn't tagged for that. You'll have to use your imagination on the debauchery that unfolds.

Chapter 40: That's Mr. Morningstar to You!

Summary:

You find yourself in a little bit of trouble after snooping in the House of Lamentation's library.

Notes:

CW: Spanking, fingering, sexual dialog

discomfit
verb
dis-ˈkəm(p)-fət
1: to put into a state of perplexity and embarrassment
was discomfited by the question
2: to frustrate the plans of

It was the following Thursday after school. You went home and into your room to work on your spells class homework. You were proud of yourself; you'd been getting better at learning spells, despite not having much knowledge of Infernal. In reading over the evening's assignment, though, you realized that there was a specific book that you needed to complete your work. "Spells, Rituals, and Incantations: Volume 3," you read from your worksheet, "Is that a textbook from class? Did I miss something?" That wasn't a textbook that you'd been given, nor was it a book you'd ever seen or heard of up to that point. You knew RAD was different from schools in the human realm, but you'd never had an assignment that required you to procure a whole-ass reference book with such short notice.

Do all demon households just have specific reference books lying around their houses like they're human world hotel bibles or some shit?

You messaged the demon who was probably the most knowledgeable about the whereabouts of the book.

You: Hey, do you happen to have a book called Spells, Rituals, and Incantations: Volume 3? I need it for the homework tonight.

Satan: You know, I don't think I have that one in my personal collection. If there's a copy in the house, it would be in the library.
Satan: Check the bookcase to the left of the fireplace. It's likely a red book.

You: Okay. Thank you.

Satan: Anytime, Kitten.

You left your room and walked around to the library with the intention of searching for that book; however, you were met with an unusual sight upon entering. One of the bookcases was slightly... ajar? A thin strip of light was coming through a crack next to the bookcase. What? What was back there?

No, you shouldn't go snooping.

But... why had you never seen this before? Was it a secret room? Perhaps, a secret passage? What was it!?

Quietly, you ventured toward the light, figuring maybe a little peek wouldn't hurt.

No. No, this won't end well.

You lined your eye up with the crack of light to see if you could see anything. Unfortunately, you couldn't quite see anything other than the warm glow of light.

Bitch, it's a trap! It's gotta be!

Maybe if you pulled the bookcase out just a little more...

Your hand just barely grazed the bookcase before it swung open, unceremoniously knocking you back onto your ass.

"Looking for trouble, are we?"

Lucifer was looking down at you, arms crossed, with an expression that was equal parts anger and amusement. You couldn't formulate a response quickly enough for Lucifer, so he answered his own question, "Of course you are. My nosey darling is always looking for trouble, it would seem." He extended a hand to you and continued, "Come on, now. Don't just sit there. You're interested in what's behind this secret door, aren't you?" You took Lucifer's hand and allowed him to help you up from the floor.

"W-Well," you started to explain as Lucifer held your hand and walked with you into the secret passage behind the bookcase, "I was, umm, looking for a certain book for... for my spells homework and--"

You took in your new surroundings, suddenly finding yourself in a small, cozy office with a warm fireplace, some chairs, a table, and a desk. Figuring that you'd lived in the house for a number of months by this point, you felt inclined to ask a string of questions, "What's this place? Has this been here the whole time? How did I not know about this? What other secrets are you hiding, Luci?"

"So many questions, darling! Alas, you've been a bad girl," Lucifer growled in your ear, "I think you're due for a punishment, Y/N. Come over to my desk and bend over. Go ahead and pull your skirt and panties down while you're at it." After he let out a little chuckle, Lucifer took his seat at the desk. He scooted his chair back to give you room to bend over in front of him.

You slowly pulled your skirt and panties down as you walked over to Lucifer's desk. Awkwardly, you bent over in front of him and looked over your shoulder, "Seriously, I was only in the library to find a book and got curious and--"

*SMACK*

You squealed, the impact of his gloved hand on your ass catching you off guard. You whined, "Luci!?"

*SMACK*

Lucifer snapped, "That's Mr. Morningstar to you!"

"Y-Yes, s-sir," you stuttered out, "Mr. Morningst-star."

You felt the leather glove sensually rubbing your ass as he said, "My darling, haven't you learned by now not to go snooping around?"

*SMACK*

"You might end up finding more than you bargained for, Y/N."

Lucifer quickly rose from his chair and leaned over your back, his chest flush against your back. He whispered in your ear, "I've thought about you so much recently, Y/N. It's been a while since we've been alone together, hasn't it? I don't like going by the wayside." He pressed his hips forward against your ass, his erection making its presence known, and he asked, "Can't you feel what you do to me? Unfortunately, my body doesn't lie--" he reached around and rubbed a gloved finger along your wet slit "--and yours doesn't, either."

You moaned at the feeling of his gloved hand playing with your pussy. Lucifer seductively laughed and said, "Even with my glove on, I can feel that you're soaking wet. Do you want me, Y/N?"

"Y-Yes."

"How badly, Y/N? How badly do you want me to pleasure you with my cock?"

Lucifer lightly grazed his fangs against the skin on the back of your neck as he gently caressed your clit. "Please," you whimpered, "I want you so bad, Mr. Morningstar."

"Glad to hear it. But, how will you ever learn your lesson if I always give you what you want, my darling?"

"Wait... wh-what? You aren't gonna--"

"No. Sadly, I've been quite stressed from this never-ending paperwork and I'm not in the mood for sex right now. I am, however, in the mood for issuing out a little bit of--" *SMACK* "--discipline."

Lucifer smirked at the little high-pitched sound you made when his hand had landed on your ass. With his other hand, he pushed two fingers easily inside your wet pussy. "I love how your body trembles ever so slightly when I touch you like this, my beautiful darling," Lucifer said. You were still facing away from him, but you could hear the unmistakable smile in his voice.

"Please fuck me, Luci. I wanna feel you."

As Lucifer brought his fingers up to rub circles on your clit, he asked, "What did you call me, darling?"

"S-Sorry, I meant Mr. Morningstar."

"That's better," he said, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. Despite being pressed against the desk, you managed to sway your hips slightly to try to tease Lucifer's erection; unfortunately, you felt him quickly take his weight off of you and remove his hand from your pussy as he stepped back.

*SMACK*

"Goddammit, Lucifer Morningstar," you yelled, "What should I tell Diavolo if he sees your handprints on my ass?" Lucifer let out a snide little chuckle and said, "You tell him you brought that upon yourself, Y/N. He never forbade me from issuing out corporal punishment. You've been a bad girl, after all. I mean, snooping around the house? Trying to come into my private study? Over time, you've proven yourself to be quite shameless."

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, unamused, "Your dick is hard, but you don't plan to do anything with it? If you're not gonna fuck me, if all you plan to do is tease me, can I be excused? I have work to--"

*SMACK*

You let out another undignified squeal and said, "I have homework! I don't have time to be teased like this!" He leaned on you again, growling into your ear, "Who the hell do you think you're yelling at, Y/N?"

"You," you snapped, pushing your hips back to tease his clothed erection with your bare ass. Lucifer inadvertently let out a groan and said, "I'm not in the mood to fuck you right now, but you'd better come see me when I am. Do I make myself clear?"

As you were bent over Lucifer's desk and he began rubbing your clit again, you happened to glance up and notice a small stack of books on the mantel over the fireplace.

"Spells, Rituals, and Incantations: Volume 3," you remarked, spotting the red book in the stack.

"Pardon?"

You shook your hips against Lucifer to get him to back off of you. Besides, you'd been a victim to his orgasm denial before and had no intention of dealing with that bullshit again; you knew that was the direction that his shenanigans were headed. You sauntered over to the shelf and grabbed the book, turning and explaining to Lucifer, "This is the book I was looking for when I came to the library a little while ago. I'm on a roll with these grades in my spells class and I'm trying to not fuck it up." Clumsily, you slipped your panties and skirt back on with one hand as you held the book in the other. As you walked away, you called out over your shoulder, "Maybe you can come to my room to pick it back up whenever you're in the mood to fuck."

Lucifer was at a loss for words as you cheerily left through the door.

Chapter 41: Things Progressed This Morning

Summary:

Belphie reveals himself to be quite a jealous lover, especially after your romantic encounter with Beel. But, what would Diavolo think if he found out?

Notes:

CW: Oral sex, vaginal sex, a little degradation from a jealous Belphie

unctuous
adjective
unc·tu·ous ˈəŋ(k)-chə-wəs -chəs, -shwəs
: having, revealing, or marked by a smug, ingratiating, and false earnestness or spirituality

"Mmm, Beelzy," you moaned out, "That feels so good."

Beel had crept into your room during the night to initially cuddle with you, but things had progressed from cuddling to passionate kissing. Now, it was early Saturday morning and you were lying back on your bed with Beel's face buried between your thighs, hungrily tongue-fucking you. You felt him smirk against your pussy as he looked up at you with his sharp purple eyes.

Sometimes, behind that innocent façade of his, Beel really behaved no better than his twin.  You weren't complaining, though...

Pulling his mouth from you, Beel said, "Well, you taste so good, Y/N.  Can I fuck you?"  Smiling, you nodded. Beel rose up on his knees, wiping your arousal from his lips and chin with the back of his hand. "It's been so long since I felt you," he said, pulling his pants down just enough for his dick to be released from its confines.

"Yeah, it has. So... do you think Belphie will be gracing us with his presence?"

With a coy little laugh, Beel said, "I hope he doesn't." He turned slightly, facing your door, and spoke a rather extended spell in Infernal. Looking back at you, he explained, "Consider the room soundproofed and the door Belphie-proofed."  You let out a coarse laugh, which was abruptly interrupted by Beel's lips on yours.

The combined taste of your arousal and whatever delicious snack he'd eaten beforehand tasted wonderful on your lips. Pulling back, Beel asked, "You ready, Y/N?"

"Yes, Beelzy.  Please fuck me."

He didn't have to be told twice. Beel braced himself on his hands, placing them on your pillow on either side of your head, and he slowly pushed his hard, thick erection into your pussy.  You heard a rumble in Beel's chest as he adjusted to the wonderful feeling of being inside you.

You gently ran your fingers along the ripples of his muscular back and Beel began peppering your face with kisses before you swore you felt his tongue on the skin of your cheek.  "Mmm," Beel muttered, gently rolling his hips, "You taste so good."

"My face?  I think it's just my moisturizer."

"No, it's you," he said, bringing his lips to yours again.

With his lips still stuck to yours, Beel began thrusting into you.  Despite his size, both of his dick and of his stature, he was the most gentle of the brothers.  As his lips parted from yours, you said, "You can be rougher, if you want."  With concern in his eyes, Beel slowed his thrusts and said, "I don't.  I don't know what I'd do if I ever hurt you, Y/N."  Bringing a hand up to his head, you ran your fingers through his orange hair and smiled up at him.

Beel reached up and removed your hand from his hair, bringing the back of that hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to it.  He continued, "Besides, I love fucking you like this."

His lips met yours again and his thrusts sped back up.  He reached between your bodies to gently circle his thumb around your clit as he fucked you.  You felt a sharp orgasm shoot through your body and you let out a loud, high-pitched whimper.  "Yeah, baby," Beel whispered, "Cum for me."  He, too, let out a whimper, feeling the sudden constricting of your pussy around his dick.

Beel pulled out just barely in time to coat the inside of your thighs with his cum.  "I'm sorry," he said, a furious blush on his cheeks, "I didn't mean to almost cum in you. You just... felt so fucking good, Y/N."  You placed your hand on his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs, and began to reassure him when--

"GODDAMMIT, BEELZEBUB!"  Followed by the loud pounding of fists on your bedroom door?  The sound was startlingly loud, so it could have very well been a certain sleepy demon's boot kicking the door.

The two of you looked toward the door, then back at each other.  "I guess Belphie feels left out," you jokingly whispered to Beel.

"Y/N!?  BEEL!?  LET ME IN THIS GODDAMN MINUTE!"

"You know," Beel said, rising from your bed to put his clothes back on, "Belphie hated humans for so long.  It's strange how much of a liking he's taken to you.  I've never seen him this crazy about anyone else."

"You sure as fuck got the 'crazy' part right," you muttered, not quite loud enough for Beel to hear.

Suddenly, there were more voices out in the hall.

"WTF, Belphie!?  Can you shut the fuck up?"  So, there was Levi.

"Oi, I'm tryna play online poker.  Can ya stop fuckin' yellin'?"  That was Mammon.

"Ugh, can't I ever do a Devilgram live in peace!?  My fans want to see my morning routine."  Asmo.

"Silence, all of you!"  Seriously? Lucifer!?

Fuck, was the whole goddamn family having a reunion outside your bedroom?

You heard Belphie going on about a wet dream that had awoken him; he explained to his brothers that he knew exactly who had caused it.

"Y'know," you chuckled, rising from the bed and gently grabbing onto Beel's arm, "Why don't we take a shower?  I have some scent soap.  You don't want the whole family smelling me on you, right?"  "Yeah, I guess that's true," Beel said, removing his clothing once more.

As you'd hoped, there was no one outside your bedroom when you and Beel had finished showering.  After he had dressed once more, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and left your room.

You walked over to your dresser to check your D.D.D.  You'd been correct in your assumption that the brothers would have blown your phone up with messages.

Lucifer: Your behavior lately has been startling, to say the least. You're lucky I don't hang you up from the ceiling, you harlot. 
Lucifer: Expect me to come retrieve the spells book from your room in the very near future.

Levi: LMAOOOO!  I forgot Beel and Belphie always cum at the same time.  I can't believe this normie shit.

Satan: Kitten?  Are you okay?  Why is there yelling from outside your room?
Satan: Never mind.  Belphie has regaled me with what I'm HOPING is a very embellished story of what happened downstairs.

Asmo: Okaaaay, naughty girl!
Asmo: Don't forget - it's Saturday.  We're going to The Fall with Diavolo tonight.  Better use that scent soap, girl!

Belphie: Do you have ANY idea how frustrating it is to be woken up like that!?
Belphie: There was cum all over my fucking sheets. 
Belphie: Listen here, you cheap little human whore.  Your ass is mine next time I get you alone.

You let out a sarcastic laugh as you remembered Beel's words:

"It's strange how much of a liking he's taken to you."

Yeah.  Right.

You weren't surprised that there was nothing from Mammon.  He hadn't texted you since the Monday prior, the last message confirming whether you needed an escort home from class.

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That night, you and Asmo arrived at The Fall in matching outfits, per his request; hot pink leather jumpsuits and black high heels.  Once again, he managed to work his magic on your hair with just his hands and pins, putting a waterfall braid across your hair with loose curls hanging down.  To his dismay, however, you chose to wear a certain citrine necklace that night  "Ugh, Hunny-Bunny, that's completely going to clash," he whined, "Why do you insist on always wearing that ugly yellow necklace?"

"It's... it's special to me."

"Whatevs, girl," he said before muttering something under his breath about how he shouldn't expect humans to know how to coordinate.

You were worried that you'd be sweating your ass off in that pink leather outfit but, as usual, the enchanted Devildom clothing didn't let you down; why should something logic-defying like breathable leather surprise you?

Why the fuck should anything here surprise you anymore?

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Later on, once you and Asmo got to The Fall, the two of you went arm-in-arm to Diavolo's VIP room; however, you were surprised to find it empty.  You went to the bar of the VIP room, searching for some kind of human world alcoholic beverage.  Turning to you, Asmo said, "So, Hunny-Bunny, what happened with you and Beel this morning?"

"Oh, umm... he wanted to cuddle last night, but... things progressed this morning."

"Did they, now?  I'm surprised.  Beel was pretty bold to go in your room without Belphie, knowing how Belphie feels about you."

Still looking through the cabinets, you said, "Beel said something like that about Belphie, too.  Whenever we've been alone, Belphie's acted kind of affectionate, but he's always calling me names and stuff.  He acts more possessive than he acts like he actually... actually likes me, y'know?"

"Who likes you?"

That voice.

You felt your blood run cold and the tips of your fingers go numb.

Asmo's voice shook slightly, "L-Lord Diavolo, I didn't hear you enter."  You turned away from the bar and looked toward the door to see Diavolo and Barbatos standing there.  Diavolo had a small smile on his face.

A fake smile.

A deceptive smile.

"Who likes you, Y/N?"

Chapter 42: Not for Free, Bitch!

Summary:

Why is Diavolo acting weird? Who knows? Regardless, it suddenly doesn't matter when you find out that Mammon is home and Minako isn't there with him.

Notes:

CW: Sexual dialogue, questionable Diavolo behavior, no actual smut.

overbold
adjective
over·bold ˌō-vər-ˈbōld
: excessively bold: such as
: having or showing an undue lack of fear or caution

"Who likes you, Y/N?"

Diavolo stood there, dressed in an unusually casual outfit; a long-sleeved black silk shirt and khakis.

Why'd he have to come in the room looking finer than a motherfucker?

But, back to reality, how much of that conversation had Diavolo actually heard?  You weren't sure, but it couldn't have possibly been that much...

"Oh!  I, umm," you turned back to the bar and continued looking for a drink as you said, "Belphie.  He, y'know, doesn't like humans or whatever."

"You said something about him being possessive?"

"Did I say that?  I misspoke, then.  I think the word I was actually meaning to say was 'protective.'  He acts protective of me at school, but... I'm convinced he still doesn't like me," you said, nonchalantly.  You retrieved a bottle of Courvoisier from the back of the cabinet.  Barbatos quickly appeared beside you, working to locate the appropriate glass to pour the cognac in.

Diavolo said, "Ah, well... I'm glad to know that he's keeping an eye on you.  Though, you're sadly correct about Belphie not liking humans in general.  Ever since... ever since he lost his sister many millennia ago."

You felt relief wash over you as it appeared that Diavolo was buying your kinda-sorta-somewhat embellished explanation.  As much as Belphie pissed you off sometimes, you genuinely didn't want to throw him under the bus like that.

Barbatos casually handed you a glass with Courvoisier in it as you turned back around to look at Diavolo.  You took a sip of your beverage and watched Diavolo; he was silently staring at you, carefully assessing your every move.

Wait... DID he believe you?

The uncomfortable silence was broken by Asmo saying, "Sooo... oh, h-hey, umm... like, do any of you guys watch my Devilgram lives?  I'm trying to get some video ideas and I--"

"YOU GOOD, DIA!?"

Oops...

You did NOT mean for that to come out as loud as it did, but... something about his stare made you snap.

Barbatos gasped and Asmo squeaked out, "Girl, what did that girl just say, girl?"  Dia smugly chuckled and said, a genuine tone to his voice, "There's the little firecracker I've fallen in love with!"  There was an audible sigh of relief from both Barbatos and Asmo.

Diavolo strutted up to you and took your hand in his, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips in a delicate kiss.  "Yes, dearest," he said, "I'm good.  Are you, though?"  You downed the remaining Courvoisier and said, "Yeah, I think I'm about to be after a few more of these," before smiling at Barbatos and holding the glass in his direction.

"Yes, Miss Y/N," Barbatos quietly said, quickly refilling your glass and handing it back to you.  You drank the contents of that second glass embarrassingly quickly.

Asmo whined, plopping down on one of the couches, "Ugh, none of you even answered me.  Do any of you watch my Devilgram?"  You and Diavolo exchanged glances and looked away from Asmo; Diavolo was far too busy to watch Asmo's lives and you didn't need to watch his Devilgram lives, already dealing with his primping on a daily basis.  He crossed his arms and said, "Ugh, you guys suck!"

"Not for free, bitch," you loudly countered, quickly covering your mouth.  Diavolo's eyes went wide, Barbatos gasped, and Asmo said, "Ooh, bitch, that's a good one. I've got to put that in my mental Rolodex of comebacks."

What was going on with you?  You weren't drunk (yet)... you weren't high (yet).  You couldn't piece together why you'd suddenly gotten so bold recently.  "Dearest," Diavolo chuckled nervously, "that was quite an unexpected comeback."

"Well," you seductively said, your eyes subtly glancing down at Diavolo's dick before looking back into his eyes, "you'd know better than anyone."

"I give you Grimm because I love you, not because I'm paying you to suck my--"

"I watch your Devilgram lives, Asmodeus," Barbatos exclaimed, his statement abrupt and his voice uncharacteristically loud.  Asmo, a surprised sparkle in his eyes, gasped and said, "Barbatos!?  Barbatos watches lil ol' me?  Oh, I'm flattered!  So, tell me, what do you think about..."

You didn't hear the remainder of that conversation because Diavolo continued, "I don't pay you for sex, dearest.  You know that, right?  I mean, you're exceedingly amazing at taking my demon cock, but I just want to shower you with gifts; however, I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm never quite sure what to buy for you, which is why I give you Grimm a-and set up that Akuzon line of credit for you.  Things like this necklace, for example--" he delicately stroked the chain of your citrine necklace, making you freeze momentarily "--are difficult for me to pick out for you.  As often as I've seen you wear it, I never would have personally been able to pick out such an item for you.  It's best if I let you buy your own things, my dearest love."  Removing his finger from the chain of your necklace, Diavolo sighed and waved his hand dismissively.  He continued, "Anyway, I'm sorry if I've overstepped--"

You pressed your finger to his lips to make him stop talking.  "It's fine, Dia," you said, "Anyway, I was just joking."  He pressed a chaste kiss on your finger before you pulled it back.

As Asmo and Barbatos chatted about Devilgram lives, Diavolo whispered, "I apologize that I can't stay long.  I'll probably go in a couple of minutes.  I promised you and Asmo a night at The Fall and I didn't want to back out so suddenly.  The two of you can help yourselves to anything you desire in this room."

"But... you look so sexy tonight."

Diavolo chuckled and replied, "Oh, do I?  I just figured I'd dress a little casual this evening."

"Can I go home with you?"

"Umm, n-not tonight, dearest," Diavolo said, an unusually timid tone to his voice, "I have a lot of work to do."

"Work, huh...?"

You sighed and walked back over to the bar, pouring yourself another glass of cognac and drinking it quickly.  As you poured another glass, you saw Diavolo looking down at the screen of his phone.  He smiled and said, "Barbatos, it's time to go."

Bowing to both you and Asmo, Barbatos headed in Diavolo's direction.  "Don't worry, my love," Diavolo said, leaning to kiss you on the cheek, "We'll see each other again soon."  And, with that, Diavolo and Barbatos left, closing the door quietly behind them.

Dressed like that to show up at the club for about 10 minutes and then go home and work?  That little glance and smile at his phone?  Not wanting you to go back home with him?  You were no fucking idiot...

As you finished your drink, you glanced at Asmo.  He was holding his phone up and appeared to be taking a selfie.  You waited until he was done to ask, "Did... did you see him look down at his phone like that before they left?"

Asmo rose from the couch and walked over to you.  "Yeah, I clocked that.  Don't worry about it, though," Asmo said, pressing a kiss to your neck and whispering in your ear, "I'm sure it's nothing."

Nothing?

NOTHING!?

Somehow, you didn't believe Asmo's words.  He was the Avatar of Lust and he thought it was "nothing?"  Or, was he just trying to save your feelings?

You poured another glass of Courvoisier, though the previous glasses were starting to catch up to you.  Glass in hand, you walked over to the VIP room's balcony to look over the crowd below.  Thinking about why you didn't call Diavolo's strange behavior out, you concluded that he was no worse than you.  If he was cheating on you, as you suspected by his suspicious behavior, how was that worse than the fact that you lived in a household of seven demons that you'd been fucking at every opportunity.

You sadly reminded yourself that it was technically only six demons since Mammon apparently wasn't interested in you anymore.

Focusing your attention on the people below, you happened to notice what looked to be a group of demonesses having a bachelorette party; one of them had a sash that said "Bride to Be."  One of the downstairs bartenders, a handsome, shirtless incubus, was straddling her lap and feeding her jello shots.

Would you have a bachelorette party before you ended up having to marry Diavolo?  It sounded like something he wouldn't allow.  Besides, you didn't have any friends to have a bachelorette party with anyway.

It was then that a demoness standing with the boisterous gaggle managed to catch your attention; her small stature, her long dark hair...

You gasped, "Minako!?"

Asmo joined you on the balcony and looked over the crowd before he said, "Huh?  Oh, yeah.  I guess her step-sister, Sadako, is getting married.  I'd recognize that ho in the sash anywhere,"  As he sighed and walked away, you heard Asmo mutter, "With her raggedy hair all hanging in her face and those tragic fucking fingernails, I never thought that bed-hopping relic of a demoness would ever find someone to marry; yet, here we are."

Impulsively, you grabbed your D.D.D. and immediately texted Mammon.

You: Are you at home?

He texted you back quickly.

Mammon: Yeah.  I'm just chillin' and watchin' a movie in my room.  I didn't feel like goin' out tonight.
Mammon: Weird, huh?
Mammon: Sooo... I ain't talked to ya recently.  How've ya been?

You didn't message him back.

He was alone!  SHE wasn't with him!

You downed the rest of your drink and quickly ducked out of the room, telling Asmo you'd see him later.  He told you to be safe... or something.  You couldn't mentally process his words.

Minako wasn't with Mammon!

As dangerous as the Devildom streets could be for a human at night, you didn't care.  Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was your recent spike in boldness; either way, you were on a mission.  You found yourself with your hand clutching the citrine pendant of your necklace as you walked.

And you didn't stop walking until you got to the House of Lamentation...

... went up the stairs...

... and showed up at Mammon's bedroom door.

You were going to tell Mammon exactly what was on your mind:
Him.

Notes:

I don't apologize for the Todrick Hall and Ringu references. 🥴

There was no smut in THIS chapter, but trust and believe that the next one will make up for that.

Chapter 43: You're Perfect in Every Way.

Summary:

You and Mammon begin making up for lost time.

Notes:

CW: drunk sex, love confessions, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, unsafe sex

idolatry
noun
idol·a·try ī-ˈdä-lə-trē
: immoderate attachment or devotion to something

You knocked on Mammon's bedroom door until you hear him swearing up a storm and loudly walking toward the door. Flinging his bedroom door open, before he realized it was you, he yelled, "The fuck is wrong with ya, ya fuckin' broke-ass--"

Mammon was met with your disheveled, desperate appearance.  The liquor you drank had definitely caught up with you during your trek between the club and the house.

And here his ass was, shirtless and in gray sweatpants.

You won't have any peace with this demon in your life, will you?

"Y/N," he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his room, "What's wrong with ya?  Ya look a mess.  Where ya been tonight?"

You could smell Demonus on his breath.  From the slushy sound of his voice, he was probably about as drunk as you were.  The sweet aroma of a Black & Mild hung heavy in the air of his room. Underneath that was a comforting scent that was Mammon's own; a scent you'd missed so much.

"I've been thinking," you drunkenly mumbled, "Thinking about how much I... umm..."

Mammon's face was twisted into a look of concern as he ran his fingers through your hair.  With a sigh, you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.  Mammon asked you to continue on with what you were thinking about and you began bawling.  You stepped away from him slightly and blurted out, "You!  I've been thinking about you!  You abandoned me for ol' what's-her-name. You couldn't have me completely, 100% all to yourself, so you decided to just openly start seeing someone else?  And you let her call me weak... and you said I was just someone you have to... to look after."  By the end of your tirade, you were practically screaming at him.

"You're drunk. Treasure, I ain't--"

"Don't call me that," you yelled out, wiping stray tears from your cheeks, slightly smudging your makeup, "Just call me by my government name!"

"FINE!  Y/N!  I ain't meant it!  What ya heard was... it's just... there's more to this whole situation than ya know."

The two of you stared each other down for a few seconds before you sighed and said, "This was stupid. I shouldn't've even bothered coming here and--"

Suddenly, Mammon's lips were on yours.  The feeling was absolutely electric and your heart began pounding in your chest.  The kiss started off gentle and affectionate, but it quickly heated up; as he kissed you, he walked you backward until your back was pressed against the door.

Mammon's face backed away a mere couple of inches from yours as he groaned, "Goddammit, baby, why're ya doin' this to me?  Bein' here, showin' up in my room and lookin' like... like a fuckin' goddess. Fuck, you're so beautiful."

"I just... I can't get you out of my mind, Mammoney.  You're all I've been able to think about."

You caught Mammon smirking when he looked down and finally noticed that you were wearing the necklace he gave you.  Returning his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, he reached around behind you and his hands paused on the zipper of your jumpsuit.  His lips barely parted from yours as he asked, "Is... umm, i-is this okay?"

As soon as you nodded, he trailed his kisses to your jaw, then to your neck as he unzipped your jumpsuit.  He slid the restrictive clothing down just enough to expose your breasts.  Then, his kisses trailed down to your chest.  He quickly swirled his tongue around one of your nipples before taking it in his mouth.  You moaned, perhaps a little louder than intended.  Mammon looked up at you and said, "Shh, treasure.  I-I mean, Y/N.  Or... can I call you treasure?"

You whispered, "Yes, Mammoney," bringing both of your hands to the back of his head and running your fingers through his soft hair.

As soon as you decided to tug on his hair, though, that was it for him; he knelt down slightly and reached around your thighs, grabbing the underside of them and lifting them up around his waist.  You squealed out in fear that he would drop you, but he immediately cupped his hands under your ass and practically ran to his bed.

You squealed with laughter as Mammon gently plopped you down on the bed, getting to work removing your clothes.  He pulled off your shoes first, then your jumpsuit.  You heard him let out a pained groan as his eyes roamed your body, lying seductively on his bed, and eventually settling on your dampened panties.  Mammon gave you a cheeky smirk and asked, "Are ya wet for me, treasure?"

"I am."

Almost instantly, he was hovering above you, placing more kisses all over your body.  You confessed, "I can't go out without thinking about you.  I can't sleep without thinking about you.  I've missed this so much."

"I think about ya all the time, too," he admitted as he looked up into your eyes, a light blush covering his cheeks.

"What about... her?"

"Who?  Mina?"

"I mean, yeah."

"She's beautiful, I ain't gonna lie to ya... but, she ain't you, Y/N.  You're perfect in every way."

Mammon's kisses began moving lower and lower on your body.  Between kisses, Mammon explained, "I just wanna... think about... you.  There's so... so... much... I love... about you."  His lips were getting dangerously close to your wet panties.  As he continued kissing your body, you rolled your eyes and said, "She's literally a model, though.  You mean to tell me that you actually like me more than--"  A loud moan involuntarily left your lips as Mammon's tongue swept firmly across the wet area of your panties.

Fuck, it had been so long...

Mammon quickly spoke a soundproofing spell before swiftly ripping your panties off.

You looked downward and saw his startling blue eyes staring lovingly up at you as he ran his tongue along your slit.  Pulling his mouth away from you, he said, "Not 'like.'  It ain't 'like.'  I don't like ya, I love ya, Y/N."

You felt a flutter in your chest upon hearing that.  Those were the words you'd been longing to hear for what felt like forever.  "I love you, too," you said.

Mammon rose from the bed and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.  Apprehensively, he asked, "Are ya sure ya want this?"

The way his erection appeared to be so strained in his pants looked almost painful.

"Fuck!  Of course I do," you whined out, almost feeling embarrassed by the desperation in your voice.  Mammon said, "Good.  I want this, too."

As soon as he pulled his pants and boxers down, you swore you felt yourself get wetter.  His perfect body... his perfect dick... his perfect every-fucking-thing.

Mammon awkwardly crawled up to the head of his bed.  He sat cross-legged with his back against his headboard and beckoned you to come sit in his lap.  "Sit on me and... wrap your legs around me," Mammon said, a furious blush appearing on his face, "I-I wanna, umm, get really close with ya."

The way you maneuvered to position yourself on his lap felt very clumsy and unsexy, to say the least.  He chuckled at the expression on your face as you tried to line yourself up with his dick.  "Lemme help ya," he smiled, grabbing your hips tightly.  You could never quite get used to his demonic strength; the way he grabbed your hips and moved your body around like you weighed nothing was amazing to you.

Mammon aligned himself with your entrance and guided your hips downward, sliding easily inside your wet pussy.  As you shifted your weight and wrapped your legs around Mammon's waist, he buried his face in your shoulder. "Oh, baby," he groaned, "I've wanted this so much."

His hands still on your hips, he began rocking you on his dick.  "Just relax, treasure," he whispered, "Lemme do all the work."

Mammon moaned at the feeling of being inside you.  The pleasure he felt was so intense, in fact, that his demon form abruptly materialized.  His wings unfurled and they twitched and flapped with pleasure as he looked into your eyes.  "Fuck, I love ya so much, Y/N," he whispered to you.

He continued slowly rocking your hips and wrapped his wings around you. You felt his heart pounding in his chest against your own as you exchanged praises. "You're so beautiful and you're takin' me so good," he whispered to you.  You felt a torrent of pleasure through your body at his words.  "That's because you're so good at loving me, my Mammoney," you said, kissing him on the nose.

"Ya feel so good, treasure.  I mean it.  I love the feelin' of bein' inside ya.  You're such a good girl, lovin' me like ya do."

Mammon, still gripping your hips in a bruising grasp, looked down and watched as his dick repeatedly sank into your warmth. "Fuck, my good girl is so tight and wet for me," Mammon whispered to you, "I don't think ya know what ya do to me, treasure.  I feel like ya were made just for me.  I wish I could do this with ya every day."

"I know we can't be together, but I love you more than anyone.  You know that, right?"

Mammon removed his hands from your hips, wrapping his arms tightly around you.  "Fuck, treasure, I'm so in love with ya.  I've never felt like this about anyone before, ever.  I don't even care that what we're doin' is... is kinda wrong.  I wanna stay like this forever."

You let out a weak laugh and asked, "What?  You wanna stay in my pussy forever?"

"No.  I wanna be one with ya forever."

A soothing heat rushed through your chest.

Love.

You gently pressed your lips to his. He wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, almost painfully so, and deepened your kiss.

Real love.

He moved his hands back to your hips and began bouncing you on his dick, thrusting his own hips up at the same time.  You got lost in the sounds of your lovemaking, which echoed through his bedroom.  The tension in your body finally snapped and you whined out as you came on his dick.

"Good girl, treasure," he said, smiling lovingly at you as your orgasm passed.  "Fuck," you sighed, burying your face in the crook of his neck, "Fuck, you feel so fucking good."

"Mmm, I'm so close, baby," he said.  Pressing your forehead to his, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "Cum inside me, Mammon."

"Wh-What," he asked.  He backed his head away from yours so quickly that he clumsily bumped it against the wall.  His face twisted in confusion and his wings quickly flapped apprehensively.

"Don't question me, Mammoney. Just... just fill my pussy," you whispered, scratching his scalp around the base of his horns.

"B-But... what if I accidentally get ya--"

You ran your fingers through his hair, gripped tightly, and harshly pulled his hair.  He let out a sexy little whimper and you said, "You won't.  My period is about to start.  It's fine.  Cum.  Inside.  Me."  "Yes, treasure," Mammon whispered.

His hips jerked a few times before you felt his release inside you, a pleasured whine escaping his lips.  When the walls of your pussy had finished milking him dry, his wings and horns retracted.  Something about feeling Mammon come to completion inside you made you feel fulfilled, in every sense of the word.

"Stay in here with me tonight," he said, kissing along your shoulders as he was coming down from his high, "I need ya. I've needed ya this whole time. Please, please just stay in my arms tonight, my treasure."

You felt Mammon's seed spilling out of your used pussy and dripping along the inside of your thighs as you rose from his lap.  Mammon begged, "I need to feel your body next to mine.  Please stay in my bed tonight.  O-Or we can go to your room, if... if that's what ya want.  I mean, it's n-not cause I missed ya.  I-I just wanna protect ya.  After all, I'm your guard--"

You kissed him on the lips, silencing his begging.  "Cut the crap, Mammoney," you said, smirking, "This tsundere act isn't necessary, baby."  His face reddened and he looked away from you.  "I ain't bein' a tsundere," he muttered.

"Uh-huh, whatever you say," you said in a singsong voice.

"Seriously, though, treasure," Mammon said, lying down on the bed, "c'mere and cuddle with me."  You jokingly sighed dramatically and said, "I guess I'll accommodate you."

You stretched out and laid next to him.  "Y'know, uh... lemme clean ya up," he said, reaching into the cluttered drawer of his nightstand and taking out a pack of wet wipes.  He carefully used a wipe to clean the mixture of your cum and his from between your pussy lips.  "Damn," he jokingly said, "I sure did a number on this pretty little human pussy."  When he'd finished cleaning you, he took another wipe to clean himself up.  "We can get an actual shower in the mornin'," he said, lying down, his back to you.

"C-Can ya hold me tonight," Mammon timidly asked.

Without a word, you took the position of the big spoon behind Mammon.  You protectively wrapped your arms around him and snuggled your face into the back of his neck.

"Hey... baby," you asked.

"Hmm?"

"If you fart on me, I'm gonna punch you in your ass cheek. You know that, right?"

Mammon sputtered a laugh and said, "Go to sleep, dammit."

You kissed his back and wrapped your arms more tightly around him before you both drifted off to sleep. 

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The following morning...

*knock, knock*

*KNOCK, KNOCK*

"Mammon, I'm going to enter," a deep voice spoke through the door; however, it unfortunately went unheard by you and Mammon, who were still in a very deep slumber...

Chapter 44: How Do You Figure We Can Remedy This Situation?

Summary:

You forgot to handle one very important thing...

Notes:

CW: Discussion about scent marking and a little degradation, but no smut

cacophony
noun
ca·coph·o·ny ka-ˈkä-fə-nē -ˈkȯ-, also -ˈka-
: harsh or jarring sound
specifically : harshness in the sound of words or phrases

"Mammon, I'm going to enter."

It was Lucifer who opened Mammon's unlocked bedroom door.  Entering the room, he was met with the unexpected sight of you and Mammon lying naked in the bed. Seeing that you chose to lie with his younger brother instead of him damaged his pride, of course, but not nearly as much as smelling the scent mark that Mammon had left you with.

"I KNEW YOU WERE DUMB," Lucifer thundered at Mammon, waking the both of you abruptly, "BUT, I DON'T THINK I EVER REALIZED THE TRUE DEPTHS OF YOUR IDIOCY UNTIL NOW!"

Mammon sat up and groggily said, "Oi, Lucifer, get the hell outta here. Ya know damn good and well that if she'd come to ya lookin' for love last night, ya wouldn't've turned her away, either."

"Perhaps not, but I would've had the mental capacity to give her tea to remove my scent mark after we had finished.  Or, do you have a death wish, Mammon?"

Mammon sniffed the air and his face fell. You gasped at the realization that Mammon had marked you and you had both forgotten that you needed to drink the tea after.  This hadn't happened before!  How long would you have his scent?  Could you avoid Diavolo that long?  Actually... could you even avoid everyone in the house to allow time for his scent to fade?  Though, with the way Mammon and Lucifer had begun fighting, you were sure everyone in the house would end up knowing soon, anyway.

Your mind went a million miles a second as Mammon rose from the bed and walked toward Lucifer, the both of them continuing to bicker about the situation.

Your D.D.D. was on the floor next to the bed.  As Mammon and Lucifer fought, you grabbed it and texted the only person you could think of who might be able to help.

You: ASMO!! HELP!!!

You quickly got the response.

Asmo: Hunny-Bunnyyy.  It's early!!  I'm tired!!

You: Soooo, HYPOTHETICALLY... how long does a scent mark stay inside? 

Asmo: I guess we never talked about that, huh?
Asmo: It varies considerably based on your pH, the strength of the demon's desire for you, and stuff like that.
Asmo: WAIT!!!
Asmo: PLEASE tell me you're just asking this for reference and that this isn't something for which we should actually be concerned...

You: Umm.......

Asmo: Oh, my actual fuck...
Asmo: Okay, okay... please, PLEASE tell me it wasn't Mammon. 

You: UMM.......

Asmo: Girl...

You: Oh, come on. He's been in a relationship with someone else. He chose to be with her over me.  The strength of his desire for me can't be THAT strong. 
You: Last night was probably... I dunno, probably a regrettable decision for him.  We were both kinda drunk, so....

Asmo: Oh, my sweet Y/N.  You really don't know how he feels, do you?

You: Huh?  What do you mean?

Asmo: It's not my business to tell, but... I'll just say that I know he loves you so much. He loves you much more than he's ever loved Minako. 
Asmo: Girl, I don't know that he even loves her.  Just... if HE scent marked you, I'll tell you right now that we're going to have a hell of a time getting you straightened up. 

You: So, I guess I should go back to my original question.  How long?

Asmo: Even with the strongest treatment I've ever heard of, a week or two.  AT THE LEAST. 

Well, goddamn son of a biscuit-headed fuck...

By that time, the yelling between Mammon and Lucifer had reached such a heightened crescendo that Belphie and Satan showed up at the door.  Satan fumed, "Can I ever have a goddamn cup of coffee and read my book in peace!?"

Belphie looked half-awake until his eyes focused on your naked form in Mammon's bed.  You could tell the very second he smelled the scent mark when you saw that evil, mocking smirk of his appear across his face.  He smugly crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, watching you.

Great, you'd never hear the end of this now...

You could tell when Satan caught the hint of the scent mark because he yelled, "Mammon, the fuck is wrong with you!?  You... you marked her?  Y-You reprobate!  We all know you're an idiot, but I never realized the actual depth of your stupidity!"

Mammon rolled his eyes and yelled, "There goes lil Diet Lucifer® again.  Don't worry, Satan, your dad--" Mammon gestured to Lucifer "--just said pretty much the exact same thing."

In a fit of fury, Satan's demon form appeared - causing Mammon, Belphie, and Lucifer's demon forms to appear in response - and he stormed up to Mammon and began yelling in Infernal.  Mammon yelled back in Infernal.

Full demons yelling in Infernal?  Nope, not today.

You quickly grabbed your jumpsuit from the floor and wrapped it crudely around your body, like some kind of makeshift, slutty toga.  Then, you grabbed your D.D.D. and your shoes and headed for the bedroom door.  Belphie didn't try to stop you as you left the room, though you did hear him jokingly mutter, "Run, whore, run."  As you hurried past him, you felt a sharp strike to your ass.

*THWACK*

Goddamn him and that fucking tail!

You fought off the urge to threaten to cut his tail off and cook it in a stew, choosing instead to silently creep down the hall, down the stairs, and into your own room.  You hurriedly slammed your door and locked it before going to the shower to clean whatever you could of Mammon's scent off.

As you bathed, your mind was riddled with worry.  Could you really stay away from Diavolo for a week or two?  Or longer?  Asmo said it would be "at least" a week or two.  What was the worst-case scenario, here?  Could you pretend that there was something you needed to do in the human world for a couple of weeks?  No, he'd probably want to accompany you or something.  Oh, fuck, would he kill you for this!?  No, no, there's no way he'd do that.

Or... would he?

Would he possibly kill Mammon?

As visions of the worst possible outcomes danced through your head, you felt like you were crumbling; quivering on the brink of insanity... like a pea on the edge of a plate.

When you were done bathing, you went over to your dresser to get some clothes.  You figured that you should probably, at the very least, be clothed while you wallow in self-pity in your room.  After dressing, you picked up your D.D.D. and checked your messages.  There were two:

Asmo: I located a doctor at a clinic in another region of the Devildom that can help me obtain a strong medication to help this pass.  There's a pharmacy that does drug compounding, so he can get them to mix some things together. 
Asmo: I lied and told him a human I have a pact with needs it and he didn't ask questions.  I'll see you later on.

You sighed with relief and plopped on your bed, and decided to send a message to Diavolo.

You: Hey.  Were you able to finish your work last night?

Yeah... his "work." 

Unsurprisingly, you didn't get a message back from him right away.

Was he actually cheating?  There was really no other excuse you could think of for his behavior the night before.  Could you be overthinking all of this?

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By dinnertime, everyone in the house already knew about what had happened between you and Mammon the night before.  Of course, Mammon wasn't present at the table, having been strung up from the ceiling by Lucifer shortly after you'd snuck out of his bedroom that morning.  You couldn't smell Mammon's scent mark, but you knew that everyone at the table definitely could.  The behavior varied greatly between the brothers as you all ate your dinner.  Lucifer glared at you sternly, as if waiting for you to explain yourself and/or apologize to everyone; Levi's face was red and he stared at the screen of his handheld game; Satan ate silently, seeming relatively indifferent; Asmo would glance up at you every so often, but was much quieter than usual; Beel was too busy eating to care; and Belphie watched you, that brattish sleepy smile on his face.

Aside from the scraping of cutlery on plates and the intermittent sounds of everyone crunching on the tempura-coated fried meat Levi had cooked for dinner, the table was quiet.

Too quiet.

That is, until Lucifer decided to speak to you for the first time that night.  Speak?  No, yell.

"YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT TROUBLE," Lucifer yelled, "I'VE A MIND TO TELL LORD DIAVOLO EVERYTHING!"

You rose from your chair so abruptly that it fell to the floor behind you, "You don't need to talk to me like that!"

Asmo crossed his arms and snapped at Lucifer, "Yeah, why are you acting like you haven't done anything with her?"

Belphie and Satan exchanged glances and looked over to Lucifer, anxiously awaiting his response to having been called out like that.

Lucifer closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose briefly and said, "Well, Asmo, how do you figure we can remedy this situation?"  Asmo said, "Look, I told this doctor that I have a pact with a human who... umm... had an illicit encounter with a demon and wants to get rid of the scent mark quickly."  There was a brief pause before Asmo said, matter-of-factly, "If you let me skip class tomorrow morning, I can have the medicine here more quickly than if you make me wait until after school tomorrow."

Lucifer hummed in agreement, but looked back in your direction and decided to start in with you again, "Do you see how much trouble you're causing for us!?  For all of us!?  I've a mind to hang you up from the ceiling, too.  Unfortunately, your weak human body probably wouldn't be able to take it."

The room went completely silent. Even Beel stopped eating.  All eyes were on you.

"Weak," you said flatly, pausing a moment before you let out a bitter chuckle and stood your chair back up.  You smirked and said, mostly talking to yourself, "This motherfucker called me weak.  Weak?  Really?"  You felt your skin heating up, more with embarrassment than with anger, as you grabbed your D.D.D. and sauntered out of the dining room.

You poked your head around the corner and said, "Oh, and Lucifer?"

"WHAT," he snapped, looking over at you.

"Don't come to me looking for that spell book I borrowed.  I'll go ahead and just leave it in the library, seeing as how you think I'm too weak or whatever.  You ol' baby back bitch!"

Lucifer sputtered out, "YOU--"

But, you'd already turned and left quickly as you felt heavy tears lining your eyes.

Chapter 45: The Devildom Corrupts Humans

Summary:

You have a revelation while cuddling with Belphie. Meanwhile, Lucifer and Satan work together to construct a lie to keep Diavolo away from you. The next day, you happen to run into Mammon again...

Notes:

CW: Mention of attempted impregnation, discussion of scent marking, dry humping, dirty talk

rapacious
adjective
ra·pa·cious rə-ˈpā-shəs
1: excessively grasping or covetous

You crawled in your bed and looked through your D.D.D.  There were a couple of messages from Diavolo, which you didn't feel like replying to.

Diavolo: Yeah, it took me forever to get finished last night.
Diavolo: There were at least fifty new student applications to filter through last night.
Diavolo: I'll unfortunately have a few hundred more to go through over the next few weeks.

Tossing your phone to the side, you rolled your eyes and flatly muttered out loud, "Is he filtering through applications or is he filtering through some succubus' pussy?"  You plopped your face down in the middle of your pillow and let out a scream of frustration.

It wasn't long before you heard a knock on your bedroom door.  "THE FUCK DO YOU WANT," you yelled out, despite having no idea who was on the other side of the door.

"Bitch, if you don't change your goddamn tone--"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, "Come in, Belphie."

He opened the door and scowled at you momentarily and said, "That's better."

"Hey," you muttered, putting your head back down on your pillow.  Belphie stood at the foot of the bed and asked, "Are you the little spoon or big spoon tonight?"

"What happened to all that talk about my ass being yours and making me squirt and all that shit, huh?"

"Don't be a fucking idiot, Y/N.  Do you really think I'm so dumb as to try to fuck you right now?"

"Hmm.  True.  To answer your question, my body is saying 'big spoon,' but my heart is saying 'little spoon.'"

"Little spoon it is, azizam," Belphie said, slowly crawling into your bed and laying on his side behind you. He nuzzled into your hair and said, "Don't worry about Lucifer.  He's a little bitch who doesn't have the balls to look Diavolo in the face and tell him that he's been dreaming every night about fucking you, too."  You were about to chastise Belphie for creeping around in his eldest brother's dreams, but kept your mouth shut.

Belphie lazily laid his arm over your hip.  "I'm just beginning to feel guilty, I guess," you confessed, "I know I'm engaged to marry Diavolo, but I never wanted that, y'know?"

Belphie began running his hand up and down your hip in a way that was more comforting than sexual.  He said, "Mmm, I know, baby.  The Devildom corrupts humans.  Maybe you were the right person to be the future queen at the time that you were summoned, but... now you aren't completely the same person you were in the human world.  I don't think their stupid little spell to summon you took that into account."

"Corrupts humans in what way?"

"Hmm," Belphie sighed, deep in thought, "So, when you were in the human realm, did you have a lot of casual sex?"

"No... no, not as often as I could have, I guess."

"Did you do drugs and get drunk?"

"I mean, not too often."

"After you'd been here a few days, you were suddenly compelled to start doing these things more than before you arrived, huh?"

Now, you were the one who sighed while being deep in thought.

Is that why you've been so much sassier lately?  Is that why you'd been acting differently?  Why you'd so abruptly barged into Mammon's room to fuck him the night before?  You'd been slowly getting corrupted by life in the Devildom?

Belphie snuggled closer to you and said, "Diavolo should just pick some demoness to marry instead of you. You should be ours. My brothers and I all love you so much, Y/N." You reached your hand down to meet his, where it still sat on your hip. You laced your fingers with his and pulled his hand up to hold it at your heart.  "As much as I fucking loathe them sometimes," Belphie continued, a heavy tone of sleepiness taking over his voice, "the one thing my brothers and I all agree on completely is our love for you, Aziz-e delam."

He kissed your neck before he completely checked out, lightly snoring, and you quickly followed him into sleep.

It wasn't much later that Lucifer decided to come by your room.  He and Satan, of all people, had worked together to come up with a lie to tell Diavolo to explain your upcoming absence from school.  Satan had still been doing plenty of research in human anatomy and had explained to Lucifer, "The best thing to tell him is that Y/N is having an extended bout of viral gastroenteritis.  I believe many humans refer to it as a 'stomach flu' or a 'stomach bug.'"

Lucifer had replied, "What's to stop Lord Diavolo from coming to visit her, though?"

"Well, I happen to know," Satan had said, conspiratorially, "Lord Diavolo is rather squeamish.  I believe that we can explain that this illness has caused Y/N excessive amounts of diarrhea and vomiting.  I doubt he'll be inclined to come around."  Lucifer visibly cringed before he'd agreed, "Good point.  Lord Diavolo does seem to have a weak stomach at times.  We can only hope that he won't try to make an exception for Y/N."

"Lucifer," Satan sighed, "we have very few options at this point to be able to keep him away for as long a period of time as is necessary."  Lucifer agreed and that was when he'd decided to come speak with you on the issue.

However, he opened your bedroom door to find you sleeping peacefully in Belphie's arms.  Lucifer stepped quietly into your room and saw the way you were lying there, sleeping soundly while still holding Belphie's hand to your heart.  Lucifer was just barely able to fight off an intrusive thought: Why couldn't he have that with you?  That amount of trust.  That amount of comfort.  Why does Belphie, a known hater of humankind, get to hold you in his arms?

Lucifer was brought back to the present by his D.D.D. ringing.  He quickly backed out of your room and glanced down to see who it was.

It was Diavolo.

"Yes, Lord Diavolo," Lucifer said, "How are you?"

"Wonderful," Diavolo cheerfully exclaimed, "Is Y/N okay?  I texted her a couple of hours ago and just tried to call her, but she isn't answering me."

Lucifer steeled himself to initiate the complex lie to his friend and confidante. "Oh? I'm surprised she didn't call and let you know," Lucifer began, "She apparently fell very ill.
It started this morning.  She woke up and--"

"Is it vomiting?"

"Pardon?"

"Has she been, umm, throwing up?"

"Yes...?"

Diavolo cheerily exclaimed, "That's a good thing, right?  It means... it means it must have taken."

"P-Pardon!?"

"My seed," Diavolo happily exclaimed, "That's a human pregnancy sign, is it not?  Humans throw up and cry and eat unusual things.  Has she been crying?  Has she been craving anything spicy?  Spicy means a male child, right?"

"Spicy?  A male child?  Wait..." Lucifer paused for a moment, trying to process what Diavolo had just said.  Lucifer felt his stomach twist as he continued, "So, you and Y/N have been trying to... conceive?"  He pinched the bridge of his nose, figuring that surely you couldn't be dumb enough to fuck Mammon while in the process of trying to conceive an heir for Lord Diavolo.

"I decided to begin working on an heir around the last time she and I... had relations."

Lucifer felt his stomach drop as he asked, "You decided?  A-And Y/N consented to that?"  Diavolo sighed and said, "We didn't have a chance to discuss it yet.  Though, I'm sure she already understands that she'll be responsible for bearing an heir. Plus, she and I have had passive discussions of me desiring to impregnate her."

"Maybe," Lucifer began, pausing slightly to make sure he worded what he was trying to say correctly, "you should discuss your current intentions with Y/N.  I imagine she's still relatively unfamiliar with demon-human reproduction.  Anyway, I don't know that this is a pregnancy, unless diarrhea is also a pregnancy symptom."

Diavolo paused for a second, "Hmm, that's not a common human pregnancy symptom that I'm aware of."

"Perhaps, she's just fallen ill, Lord Diavolo.  I asked Satan and he said it sounds like a stomach bug.  I'm afraid she'll be out of school for at least a few days.  Quite possibly longer than that; human illnesses are strange.  There's no way she'll be able to walk around school when she can scarcely leave the bathroom."

"She has insects in her stomach!?"

Lucifer tried to maintain his composure as he said, "Not literal insects, Lord Diavolo.  It's an expression."  "Ah, I see.  Well, it's such a shame.  I was hoping to have some time with her.  Though, while she's... indisposed, I should probably keep my distance."

Lucifer released a silent sigh of relief knowing that Diavolo was going to voluntarily stay away from you.

After the call ended, Lucifer walked to his room and texted Satan.

Lucifer: I've spoken with Diavolo. I didn't have a chance to clear this with Y/N first, though.  He bought our falsehood and will stay away. 

Satan: Good.  Hopefully, Y/N won't be upset that we formulated this little falsehood without discussing it with her first. 

Lucifer: She made a dumb decision, bedding Mammon and not drinking the tea after. I don't have much faith in him, but she should know better. 

Satan: That's true. I wonder if, perhaps, there was something troubling her or clouding her mind last night.

Lucifer: Y/N is sleeping now, so we'll have to ask her another time.

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The next day, Lucifer revealed the lie that he and Satan had concocted, as well as the fact that it was the excuse they'd already given to Diavolo on your behalf. You shrugged and agreed to maintain that lie while you waited for Mammon's scent to pass.

The house was incredibly quiet after everyone went to school; excluding Asmo, who has instead left to go to the pharmacy to procure the medication you needed to remove Mammon's scent mark. It was definitely a lazy day for you, consisting mostly of sleeping and watching makeup tutorials on DevilTube.

By the afternoon, however, you were tired of being in your room and decided to get something to eat.  As you got a bag of spicy chips from the pantry, you heard the front door open and close.

"Asmo," you thought, hopefully.  You hurried around the corner and went into the front hall; however, you weren't met by Asmo.

"H-Hey, treasure.  I'm home to, uh, get ready to go to... a place," Mammon said, awkwardly.  His face turned red as he looked away from you.

Minako's sister's wedding, right?

"Hey," you said, continuing to walk toward him, "I haven't really, umm, talked to you since--"

"Yeah," Mammon said, stepping back a little, "I-I'm sorry about that.  I shouldn't've, umm... I didn't mean to..."  As his voice trailed off, you felt your heart sink.  Oh... so, he hadn't really wanted to have sex with you?  He regretted it?

"Y'know what, don't even mention it," you bitterly said, turning away from him, "I just thought you were Asmo."  When you walked away, Mammon yelled, "Stop!"

You turned to face him and he walked in your direction, quickly closing the gap between the two of you.  He placed his hands gently on your cheeks and said, "Do ya... do ya regret what happened between us?"

"No.  No!  Do you?"

As if to answer your question, Mammon pressed his lips to yours.  You swore you melted into his kiss.  His hands moved from your face as your kiss deepened, gripping your hair with one hand and placing the other on the small of your back, pulling you against him.  He slowly moved his lips off of yours and kissed along your jaw until his mouth was next to your ear.  "No one should be home for another hour," he whispered, slowly lowering you down to the plush carpet of the front hall.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around Mammon and he took the opportunity to grind his hips against yours, his hardened length rubbing against your core.  "Smellin' my scent on ya is drivin' me crazy," Mammon whined, continuing to move his hips.  The friction of his clothed erection against your thin sleep pants elicited a lewd moan from you.  "Yeah, baby, moan for me," Mammon said, his voice heavy with lust.

"M-Mammon," you began, your body quivering with your building orgasm, "Let's go to my room."

"Have ya started takin' the stuff to get rid of my scent mark yet?"

"No, n-not yet."

"I wanna take ya right here, right now," Mammon said, his hips picking up speed, "I wanna think of ya every time I walk through this hall; think of how good it felt to fuck ya right here."

"Don't you have somewhere to go?"

Mammon panted out, "Don't worry about that, treasure.  I'll back outta that in a heartbeat if it means I can fuck ya and mark your pussy as mine again."

"If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum right now," you whimpered out, "Fuck me, Mammon.  I want to feel you inside me."

Mammon eagerly rose to his knees, stripping himself of his jacket and beginning to unbutton his pants.  In the absence of his friction against you, you felt yourself throbbing with need.  While you waited for him to undress, you slipped your hand inside your panties, finding your clit.  "Yeah," Mammon whispered as he stared at you, absolutely enamored with the sight of you rubbing yourself, "Lemme watch ya play with your pussy, baby. Show me how bad ya want this big demon cock inside ya."

Just as you felt yourself on the precipice of an orgasm, the front door opened.  Asmo sauntered in, yelling, "HUNNY-BUNN - OH! OH!"

Quickly, you removed your hand from inside your panties and Mammon began to refasten the button of his pants.

"Well," Asmo said, a smirk on his face, "Don't let me interrupt you.  As much as I'd love to watch this, I figured the two of you would have learned your lesson after the other night."  Asmo crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, walking up the stairs to his room.

You and Mammon exchanged glances, sadly and silently acknowledging that this moment between the two of you had passed; you had medicine to take and he had an event to go get dressed for.

You could see in his eyes the promise that this wasn't over yet. You saw the promise that he would be coming to you again soon to finish what the two of you had started.  

Chapter 46: Why're Ya Lookin' at Me Like That?

Summary:

There's something very wrong with the medicine Asmo brought home for you.

Notes:

CW: Unintentional aphrodisiac, semi-drunk vaginal sex, jealousy, degradation, a little angst

torrid
adjective
tor·rid ˈtȯr-əd ˈtär-
1
a: parched with heat especially of the sun : hot
b: giving off intense heat : scorching
2: ardent, passionate

Later that night, you were sitting in bed and working on some of the assignments that Satan had brought home from school for you.  Or, rather, you tried to work on the assignments; you had taken the medicine to remove Mammon's scent and it was having a... profound effect on your body. How was your body so numb, yet so hot, at the same time?

After several minutes of dealing with the feeling of being on fire, you gave in and finally had to text Asmo.

You: ASMODEUS!  WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE ME!?

Asmo: I get tested all the time, Y/N.  If you got anything, it's probably from one of my idiot brothers. 
Asmo: I bet it was Satan. Maybe even Lucifer.

You: NO!  THE MEDICINE!

Asmo: Ooohhhhhh!!!
Asmo: What's wrong, Hunny-Bunny?  Is there something going on with the medicine?

You: Well, am I SUPPOSED TO be this fucking horny!?  
You: I feel like I'm on fire!
You: Can you make sure no one comes in my room!?  I feel like I might be a danger to myself and those around me. 

Asmo: Well, the good news is that pretty much everyone is in bed right now anyway.  Just get a cold shower first. 
Asmo: And you have a vibrator, right?

As a matter of fact, you did...

You: And that'll help?

Asmo: It should. If not, I'll call that doctor tomorrow and see what EXACTLY is in that mixture I picked up earlier. 

With that, you hurried and stripped all of your clothes off and got in the shower.  The cool water on your skin felt so good, but it only quelled the heat on the outside of your body; you still felt a burning desire inside.

You didn't even bother drying off before you flung the bathroom door open so you could get to the box under your bed where your vibrator was hidden.  Except--

"H-Hey, treasure.  I'm back.  Are ya okay?  Ya don't... why're ya lookin' at me like that?  Do I--"

Mammon had been minding his business, sitting peacefully on your bed, a bit inebriated from drinking at the wedding reception.  He looked fucking delicious in his yellow shirt, which was only buttoned halfway up, and his tight black pants.

When you had opened the bathroom door and saw him on your bed, you lost all sense of reason.

Poor Mammon never stood a chance.

Mammon instantly found himself pinned against your mattress, with you straddling his hips and pressing his shoulders down against the mattress. "Fuck, baby," Mammon whispered looking up at you through lust-heavy eyes; between the way your wet hair clung to you and the way water droplets from the shower sat on your naked skin made you look like some kind of ethereal water goddess to him.  Meanwhile, given your position on Mammon, you could feel how hard he was getting under you.

"I feel like I'm going to die if I don't fuck you right now," you whispered to him as you stared hungrily into his eyes.

"EH!?  A-Are ya feelin' okay, treasure?  I dunno how-- oh, fuck," Mammon whined as you cut him off by rolling your hips against him.  "Feels like someone is a little needy," Mammon mocked, putting his hands on your hips and smirking at you.

"No, not 'a little.'  There's something up with the medicine Asmo brought home earlier."

"Did he give ya a damn aphrodisiac or somethin'?  I mean," Mammon's gaze went from your face down to your wet pussy, "Look how wet ya are!  You're literally drippin'.  Ya left a damn puddle on my pants already."

You lifted off of Mammon slightly, rising to your knees and taking your hand off his shoulders.  You looked down and saw what he was talking about.  This was beyond any normal arousal you'd ever had in the past; it was a small puddle that was disproportionately large given the short amount of time that you'd been on Mammon.

As you were trying to process what was happening, you felt the room spin; you found yourself now pinned under Mammon.  "So, ya wanna finish what we started in the hall earlier," Mammon said, more as an observation than a question.  You nodded desperately and Mammon reached down to unbutton and unzip his pants.  He barely even pulled them down, only just enough to free his erection from its confines, before he pushed his hips forward and quickly sheathed himself inside your soaking wet pussy.

Finally, you felt some relief!  Letting out a desperate moan, you yelled out, "Yes!  Fuck!  Fuck me hard, Mammon!"

"Ya want me real bad, don'tcha," Mammon asked, smirking down at you.  "Quit playing games and fuck me," you snapped at him.  He smiled broadly, showing his fangs, and pulled his hips back slightly before he slammed them back into yours.

The sounds of his body repeatedly colliding with yours echoed through the room, along with your wanton cries of pleasure.  "Fuck, you feel so good," you breathlessly whined out, "So fucking good."

"Goddamn, you're so tight and so fuckin' wet," Mammon said through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into you.  The way he was fucking you felt so good that you were at a loss for words; all you could reply with was a soft, pitiful whimper.

Mammon slowed his thrusts slightly as he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "You're mine.  You'll always be mine.  Won't ya, treasure?"  You felt a fluttering in your chest.  You brought your hands up to Mammon's cheeks, looking into his eyes and said, "Always yours."  He pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as he started thrusting into you at an inhuman speed.

When he angled his hips slightly upward and began grinding his hips against yours, you only lasted a few seconds before an otherworldly orgasm shocked your body, your pussy trapping him in a veritable vice grip.  As you screamed with the force of your orgasm, Mammon growled out a slew of obscenities in Infernal.  Your pussy had taken on a mind of its own, you feared, as it clenched so tightly around his dick that he was struggling to pull out in an attempt to avoid cumming inside you. You began to internally panic, "Oh, shit!  He's stuck!?"  The intensity of the situation caused Mammon's fangs to extend, as though he was preparing to either leave a bite marking or bite you in self-defense.  Fortunately, he was able to pull out in just barely enough time to cum on your thighs.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he leaned down and pressed small kisses along your neck.  "Treasure," he said, getting off of you, "the way your pussy clamped down like that was unreal.  It was like it ain't want me to leave."  He rose from your bed and walked to your bathroom to get a washcloth to wipe his release off of you.

Mammon quickly returned, sitting on the bed next to you.  As he gently wiped your skin clean, he said, "I wanna stay in here tonight, but ya know that Lucifer would absolutely have a damn fit if he found me in here."

"Yeah, I know, Mammoney."

Gently, he kissed your lips and looked into your eyes for a few moments before he got up to get dressed.  "And, uh, I'm sorry 'bout all this," he said, looking at the floor, "I shoulda remembered to tell ya to drink the scent tea the other night."

You stretched on the bed and said, "It's okay.  I don't blame you or anything.  I could've brought it up, too.  I'd been drinking and it didn't even cross my mind."

Fully dressed, Mammon gave you another kiss and said, "Well, I'll see ya. G'night, treasure."

"Good night."

After Mammon left, you glanced at your phone and saw that you had some messages.

Asmo: I decided to look into this medicine you're taking.  You're horny because the medication is causing an increase in your vaginal secretions and blood flow to your labia.
Asmo: Something about those causes the scent to pass more quickly. 
Asmo: I don't know the correlation.  I'm a fashion ho, not a science ho.
Asmo: I guess maybe... so, you know how your eyes may water if a rogue eyelash gets in your eye?  Well, you had a rogue's dick in you and your pussy is trying to cry it out.

Well, THAT was definitely an analogy...

You were thankful that you finally had an understandable answer as to what was going on; the increased blood flow and arousal were causing the strange increase in your sex drive. You messaged Asmo back.

You: Okay, Mr. Not a Science Ho.  

Asmo: Ugh, shut up.
Asmo: Oh, hey?

You: Yeah?

Asmo: Next time you and my brother decide to go at it, can you please remember a soundproofing spell?  My room is kind of, but not quite, right above your room and I could hear you two through the floor. 

Son of a bitch.

Asmo: Or let me join you next time.  I mean, it HAS been quite a while...

You:  If you heard it... Lucifer could have, too?

You knew that Lucifer's room was pretty much right above yours, as well.

Asmo: I don't know, Hunny-Bunny.  I imagine so. 

As if perfectly timed, there was suddenly a knock on your bedroom door.  You were certain it wasn't Mammon.  As you hurried to your dresser to grab panties and a large shirt to put on, you called out,  "Wh-Who is it?"  You heard a disgruntled sigh on the other side of the door before the voice said, "It's Lucifer."

"Umm... I'm in bed.  I'm about to go to sleep," you lied.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N.  I hear you moving around in there.  I'm coming in."

You hadn't had a chance to lock the door since Mammon left and, by the time it actually crossed your mind to do so, Lucifer was already opening the door.

He gave you a cold stare as he looked at you.  "I was just beginning to get settled in my room when I heard... a noise," he condescendingly stated.

"A-A noise?  What... what noise?"

His face was twisted into a snarl as he walked in your direction, "At first, I couldn't quite tell.  But, I listened closely and was able to discern a voice."  You began walking backwards as he got closer and closer to you.  Lucifer continued, "I realized that I was listening to the moans of a common whore fucking my idiot brother."

The backs of your legs hit the mattress, causing you to lose your balance and plop back onto the bed.  In an instant, Lucifer was on you, caging you between his hands and knees on the bed.  You could smell demonus on his breath as he continued.  "I was hoping that, after your little mishap with Mammon, you would have exercised your intelligence and kept your distance from him," he snarled, "Yet, here you are, covered in more of his scent.  You're no better than a bitch in heat."  Your heart pounded in your chest.  Every fluttery feeling of happiness that Mammon had given you was quickly eradicated.

"I-I haven't had a chance to sh-shower yet," you nervously explained, looking into his eyes, the red of his irises practically glowing.  "You clearly have no sense of self-preservation," Lucifer said, "If you didn't smell of greed, I'd fuck some sense into you this instant, Y/N.  I can't deal with his scent on you; in you."  Boldly, you asked, "Are you sure you're not just mad that it's not yours, Luci?"  Lucifer's face twitched slightly and he said, "If Lord Diavolo were to find out about this, even I won't be able to protect you and Mammon from his wrath."

Lucifer got off of your bed and stormed toward your door, leaving without another word.

You remained in the same position, lying on your back on the bed, too shocked to move or cry at that moment.  It would take several minutes for the tears to begin to fall. 

Notes:

Not Asmo thinking Y/N was accusing him of giving her an STD/STI. 💀

Chapter 47: There's Obviously a Problem Here

Summary:

After staying away from Mammon for the next two weeks, you're ready to return to school.

Or are you?

Notes:

CW: oral sex, sexual dialog

dubitable:
adjective
du·bi·ta·ble ˈdü-bə-tə-bəl also ˈdyü-
: open to doubt or question

The following evening, Lucifer had, in secret, given his other brothers strict orders to watch Mammon and make sure he stayed away from you for the next couple of weeks. Lucifer knew his brother very well and knew that, as long as you carried Mammon's scent mark, he would continue to seek you out. There was also a strong possibility that Mammon's demonic urges would drive him to scent mark you again as his scent started to fade from your body.

"There's obviously a problem here," Lucifer explained to them as they sat in his study, "Mammon has clearly gotten far too attached to Y/N." Asmo rolled his eyes and said, "Tell us something we don't know, Lucifer." Lucifer was about to reprimand Asmo when Satan said, matter-of-factly, "Don't forget, we've all gotten attached to her." Belphie muttered under his breath, "Yeah, attached in at least one hole or another. Oops, I meant attached in at least one way or another."

"Enough," Lucifer snapped, briefly glaring at Belphie, "We need to keep them apart. I need you all to try to keep Mammon and/or Y/N occupied." Asmo's face brightened as he asked, "Ooh, keep her occupied in what way?" Lucifer scowled and said, "Not in the way that you're probably thinking, Asmo." Levi smirked, still looking down at his handheld game, "LOL, Asmo. What a normie pervert." Asmo turned viciously on Levi, "Says the demon who sits in his room all day and plays a game called Help Me, Senpai! I'm a Horny Human With a Snake Demon Kink Stuck in a Dorm of Demons! Psh, be for real, bitch." Levi leaned his head down more, using his hair to shield the view of his reddened face, and yelled, "Fuck you, Asmo! Just because I'm a shut-in doesn't mean I don't have needs, too!"

Lucifer said, "Enough! I just need all of you to keep Mammon and Y/N busy and separated. I'm open to any suggestions."

In the end, the six brothers could only come up with a loosely strewn-together scheme to keep you and Mammon separately occupied during the day and for Lucifer to enchant your door to keep Mammon out at night. Similarly, he enchanted your door to keep you from leaving. Lucifer somehow also managed to temporarily enchant Mammon's D.D.D. so he couldn't call or text you. It didn't take long for you and Mammon to realize what was going on and the both of you could do nothing but accept the situation.

And so went the next two weeks. You saw Mammon during meals or in passing in the house, but the two of you were never alone together. However, he did try to come into your room once or twice during that time.

The weekend before you felt safe enough to go back to school, however, you noticed that Diavolo was getting more and more frequent with his texts.

Diavolo: I can't wait to see you again, dearest! How are you feeling?
Diavolo: I mean, obviously you don't feel good, but do you think you can come back to school soon?
Diavolo: I miss being able to see you every day.

You: I think I can come back on Monday.

Diavolo: Monday!?! I'm so glad. I've missed you. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again.
Diavolo: It feels like it's been forever!
Diavolo: We need to go on a date again sometime soon. Lucifer will have to come with us if we go out in public, though.
Diavolo: How about The Fall next weekend? I owe you a date to The Fall after having to leave so early last time.

You: Yeah, I remember. You had a date elsewhere that night.

Diavolo: ???
Diavolo: What? What do you mean by that?

You: A date with those applications.
You: What did you think I meant? Lol.

Diavolo: Cheeky girl! Well, I love you and I'll see you in school on Monday!

You: I love you, too.

Good. You were completely sure that any trace of Mammon's scent would be gone by that Friday. Hopefully, you could keep Diavolo away until then.

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That Monday morning, you decided to have Asmo do a thorough, albeit somewhat awkward, check for Mammon's scent on you. Asmo was the one who woke you up, welcoming himself in your room with a boisterous, "Hunny-Bunny!! Wake up and spread those legs for me, girl." Barely awake, you jolted up in the bed and yelled incoherently about people still not knowing how to fucking knock. Asmo was already unpacking the small box of cosmetics he had brought with him and laughed, "Come on, you've got to get up so I can check for Mammon's scent, remember? And I'm also going to do your makeup for school." You plopped your head back down on the pillow and whined, "I don't wanna go. Lemme sleep."

"Were you up late watching porn or something, you sneaky little minx?"

"No, Asmo," you whined, "I just didn't sleep so well last night." Coming to join you on the bed, a sympathetic look on his face, "I'm sorry, love. We'll get some coffee before we leave. Satan made the coffee this morning, so you know it's going to be strong." After an awkward moment of silence, Asmo said, "Alright, dollface, you've got to let me check between your legs. We need one last scent check before school, just to be sure you're all clear."

You rolled your eyes, removing the blanket covering your body, but not yet spreading your legs. "Oh, come on, Hunny-Bunny," Asmo said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, "You know you don't need to be shy with me." He gently parted your legs.

Closing your eyes and covering them with your forearm, you said, "I'm not trying to be shy. It feels weird to have someone just... just sniffing around down there. You can't blame me for--"

A shriek escaped your lips as an intense, unexpected wave of pleasure shot through your body. You immediately uncovered your eyes and looked down to where Asmo was positioned, his tongue gently circling your clit. "I hope you don't mind," Asmo said as he looked lustfully up at you, "I couldn't help myself. You look so delicious. Besides, I figured I should do a little taste test while I'm down here."

"W-Well, how's it taste?"

He ran his tongue along your slit one more time before sitting up and saying, "You passed the scent test and taste test. As far as I can tell, you're completely in the clear, love."

"Okay," you said, beginning to sit up on the bed, "I guess that--"

In an instant, Asmo had you pinned back down on the bed, holding your wrists above your head on the pillow. Flirtatiously, he continued, "That all being said, I haven't had an opportunity to be with you recently. I'd love to be able to feel your mouth on me again. Making love to you would also be amazing." Bringing his face close to yours, Asmo asked, "Can we make it happen again soon?" Asmo's eyes bore into yours as he waited for your answer.

"Sure. Yeah. Not now, obviously, but..."

Your voice had faded away as Asmo gently pressed his lips to yours. He smiled gently and said, "Trust and believe that I'll hold you to that, Hunny-Bunny. For now, let's focus on getting you dolled up like the bad bitch you are."

You felt so happy to return to the normalcy of the breakfast table before school. Lucifer was drinking his coffee and reading news on his D.D.D.; Belphie had his head on the table, lightly snoring as he slept; Asmo was putting the finishing touches on his makeup; Satan was drinking coffee and reading some book that appeared to be in Hindi; Levi was playing his handheld game, occasionally taking a bite of some Devildom equivalent of oatmeal; and Beel was eating all of his food... and Belphie's, too. Everything was back to normal, except for one thing.

You felt your D.D.D. vibrate and you looked down at the screen.

Satan: You're so obvious, my kitten...

You: ?

Satan: Staring at Mammon's place at the table? He's not here. He left this morning while Levi and I were still cooking breakfast.

You: Is he actually going to school early today? Lol

You glanced over at Satan and saw a bitter look on his face as he typed the next text message.

Satan: He told me he has a breakfast date this morning.

Oh, right...

During the preceding two weeks, Minako had been a complete afterthought. You didn't have to see her in school and you hadn't been around Mammon to see him texting her or talking to her on the phone. Of course Minako was still in the picture, though. Your D.D.D. vibrated with another text.

Satan: Allow me to walk you to school today since Mammon is unavailable to do so.

You glanced down the table at him, smiling and nodding. Satan returned your smile, but not without a somewhat devious sparkle in his eyes. You couldn't help but wonder whether there was an ulterior motive brewing behind those gorgeous green eyes.

Fortunately, the walk to school was innocent enough. Satan carried your backpack for you and went over the topics that would be covered during your spells class that day. You had been so convinced that Satan would try to make some kind of move on you or dish out some sophisticated sexual innuendos; however, that interaction never ended up happening.

Everything was peaceful until you got to the school and you came face-to-face with Diavolo. Satan cordially greeted him, handed you your backpack, and parted ways with you. Diavolo asked you, "Did you have a good walk to school? Are you sure you're feeling well?"

"Yeah, I'm good, Lord Diavolo," you said formally, keeping up your appearance as a simple exchange student around the other students that were present in the hall, "I should, umm, get to class."

"Oh, no, no," Diavolo said, "There's plenty of time. Come to my office for few minutes so we can discuss your performance." Diavolo gave you a subtle wink.

"Oh... okay."

"Asmo checked me. I should be in the clear," you thought, a trickle of doubt below your facade of confidence, "I'm okay. It's okay. Mammon's scent is gone. I'm fine."

The two of you walked to his office in silence. Your mind was still going crazy. You thought, "If Asmo can't smell Mammon's scent, it should be gone, right? The Avatar of Lust has a crazy sense of smell when it comes to scent... right?"

Barbatos greeted you and Diavolo at the door to the office. "Good morning, Miss Y/N," he said, "I'm glad you've returned. You seem to be well." You nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm feeling better."

As the three of you entered the office, Barbatos quietly closed the door and waited nearby for any instructions or requests from Diavolo. Meanwhile, Diavolo walked over to his desk and sat in his chair. You awkwardly walked closer to the desk, unsure whether you should sit or stand. Your question was answered when Diavolo leaned back in his chair and patted his desk, signaling for you to sit on his desk in front of him.

You took your seat on the smooth wooden desk and smiled at Diavolo. With a broad smile, Diavolo said, "I want to fuck you so badly, Y/N. It's probably not a good idea since you have to go to class soon." However, he put his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart.

Diavolo gently placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing circles on the inside of them with his thumbs. "Dearest, I've missed you. I've missed your body. It's been so long."

"Yeah," you quietly said, thinking back to the last time you'd seen him. It was that night at The Fall, when he stayed for just a few minutes before leaving to do fuck-all, for all you knew. You hadn't had sex with him in a few weeks, the last time being when the two of you had been joined by Barbatos.

"I've had a thought on my mind recently. I mentioned it to Lucifer on the phone a while ago and he said I should, well, just come right out and tell you," Diavolo continued, his hands slowly running up your thighs, pushing your skirt up with them. You racked your brain, trying to figure out what it would be that Diavolo wanted to talk to you about.

Diavolo looked up into your eyes as he said, "I would like for you to just... just hear me out about this." He began kissing your inner thigh, starting at your knee and pressing a trail of kisses in the direction of your dampening panties; however, he stopped just a few inches short of them. In hopes of prompting him to continue, you asked, "Oh? What do you wanna tell me?" Abruptly changing the topic, as well as his tone, he muttered, "You've been out of school for quite a while recently..."

Unbeknownst to you...

"I smell... HIM," Diavolo thought, fighting the impulse to twist his face up in disgust, "Mammon has been with her. There's no question that he's fucked her."

Diavolo backed away from the warmth between your legs and looked into your eyes as he continued, "I've been so worried about your health, dearest. You must truly be feeling better, right?"

He thought, "It's faint, though, so it wasn't too recently. She has no idea she smells of him, does she?"

You smiled and told Diavolo, "Yeah, I'm feeling much better since I was able to rest and everything."

"Did she take his cum willingly? Surely, he wouldn't have forced her. Regardless... I should've known better than to put her in Mammon's care. Perhaps, this is my fault."

"I imagine that Lucifer and his brothers have taken very good care of you, haven't they?"

"Of course, Dia," you said with a smile, completely unaware of how perilous the waters were that you were treading in.

After an uncomfortable pause in your conversation, Diavolo said, "I bet Mammon, in particular, must have helped you out a lot." You tilted your head ever so slightly in confusion before Diavolo continued, "So, tell me, dearest, is... Minako aware that Mammon has been so close to you? Close enough to you to leave his scent mark inside you?"

Oh, fuck...

HE KNOWS.

Chapter 48: All You Are Is Something Fun for Me

Summary:

He knows.

Notes:

CW: Hair pulling, spanking, rough vaginal sex, use of safe word, breeding kink, bite marking, scent marking, fingering

 

TW: Blood, Degradation

descry
verb
de·scry di-ˈskrī
1: to catch sight of
2: FIND OUT, DISCOVER

"So, tell me, dearest, is... Minako aware that Mammon has been so close to you? Close enough to you to leave his scent mark inside you?"

After months of trying to keep Diavolo from finding out about you and Mammon, after how cautious you'd tried to be, you'd finally been caught.

You didn't say anything immediately, but the way your entire being froze with fear told Diavolo everything he needed to know. "I suppose I can't fault a silly, stupid whore like you. It's not your fault that you're a disgusting, promiscuous human," he said, crossing his arms and glaring up at you.  You felt sickened at his words.

Wait... "disgusting?"

Diavolo rose from his seat and ordered you to get down from his desk and bend over it.  As you silently did as you were instructed, Diavolo opened one of the drawers of his desk.  Your eyes traveled over to Barbatos, who had averted his eyes from your situation; however, his face held an expression of concern.

You heard Diavolo shuffling objects around for a few seconds before he shut the drawer and spoke a soundproofing spell.  While you had been generally slow in picking up Infernal, you understood enough to know what Diavolo said in the language as he proceeded to demand, "Leave us, Barbatos."

Silently, Barbatos bowed and left the room.

Diavolo leaned over you, his chest flush with your back and his mouth right next to your ear, as he whispered, "Safe word, dearest dove?"

"S-Stop light colors?"

"Now, pull down your skirt and panties."

"But--"

*SLAM*

Diavolo slammed a large wooden paddle in his hand down on the desk next to you; he struck it hard enough to leave an indentation in the furniture.  You felt your body weakly convulse with fear.  If Diavolo's chest wasn't pressed so firmly against your back, you probably would have literally jumped.  "THAT WAS NOT A REQUEST," Diavolo yelled in a tone more sinister than you'd ever heard before, "Pull them down NOW."

You hooked your thumb in the waistband of your uniform skirt and your panties, simultaneously pulling them down your thighs - as much as you could with your torso sandwiched between Diavolo and the surface of his desk.  You then shook your legs slightly to allow gravity to take over in assisting the garments to fall down to your ankles.

Diavolo finally got off of you and you felt relief for only a few seconds before he grabbed your hair and jerked your head back as the wooden paddle collided with your ass.

*THWACK*

A noise that sounded like a combination of a gasp and scream involuntarily left your mouth.  "Tell me you're sorry, cumslut," Diavolo demanded.

It was difficult for you to speak with the strain on your throat from the force with which Diavolo was pulling your hair; however, you managed to say, "I-I'm sorry."  He let out a deep, ominous chuckle and whispered, "I don't believe you."  And he pulled your hair back even harder before...

*THWACK*

You screamed out; or, rather, you tried to.  All that came out was a weak, high-pitched squeak.

*THWACK*

He loosened his grip on your hair slightly before asking, "Color?"

Your voice was raspy from your attempted scream a few seconds prior, but you managed to squeak out, "Y-Yellow."  You heard the paddle clatter on the floor before Diavolo grabbed your hips and spun you around, so you were facing him.  He gripped your chin harshly, ensuring that you were looking him in his eyes.  With his face a mere couple of inches from your own, he asked, "Why do you insist on hurting me so badly, Y/N?"

Not waiting for your response, Diavolo smirked, revealing his sharp fangs, and said, "I can smell how wet you're getting, Y/N.  You're so wet that you must really want to get fucked, dearest."

Diavolo pressed his hips forward, pinning your ass against the desk and pressing his strained erection against you.  "You've been tainted and I need to fix that," he said, backing away to remove his uniform jacket and unfasten his pants.  You looked down and watched as Diavolo released his dick from his pants.

Sitting back down in his chair, Diavolo smirked up at you as he gripped his erection and gave it a few strokes.  Diavolo ordered, "Come here and ride me, Y/N."  You stepped toward him and moved to straddle his lap, but he snapped, "No!  Turn around.  I don't want to even see your face right now, you whore."  Diavolo spread his legs to allow you space to stand between them as you lined his large dick up with your pussy and lowered yourself onto his lap.

With no preparation, the stretch from the girth of his dick felt almost painful as he entered you.  Though you were facing away from him, you could hear Diavolo's smile as he said, "You're so tight that I'd never be able to tell that you're such a slut, Y/N."  You decided to not acknowledge his words, instead proceeding to brace your hands on his thighs as you slowly raised and lowered your hips.

*SMACK*

Diavolo's palm struck your ass harshly and asked, "How could you betray my trust, Y/N?  Fucking a lesser demon?  Taking his cock in your pussy?  Letting him cum inside you?"

*SMACK*

You whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure and Diavolo continued, "So, tell me, who made the first move?  Was it you or... him?"

"M-Me."

"Mmm... I see."

You suddenly felt yourself getting jerked forward, bracing yourself on Diavolo's desk as he quickly rose from his chair with his dick still inside you.  As he thrust into you harshly, his insults toward you continued, "Maybe I should've given more thought before choosing to marry a human.  All you are is something fun for me to fuck; something to hold me over until I can find a real future queen."

Some... THING?

Aside from your involuntary whines of pleasure, you opted not to give any response.

He continued slamming his hips into yours as you leaned over his desk and he said, "I thought I could work unite the human realm with the Devildom through this marriage with you, but now I'm thinking that all you'd do is just contaminate my royal demonic bloodline."

Okay, that one kind of hurt.

These weren't the same kind of insults that you got from Belphie.  When he called you names and degraded you, it still somehow held sexual tension that aroused you; however, hearing the demon who quite literally dragged you to Hell insult you like this was just...

"Yellow," you firmly stated.  Diavolo slowed his thrusts slightly and stopped his torrent of stinging insults.

"My dearest, I can't believe you let Mammon drain his inferior seed inside your pussy?  Is that why you've stayed away from me?"

"I-I--"

Diavolo continued, "Such a bad little human needs to be thoroughly marked to keep other demons away."

You felt the room spin as Diavolo removed his dick from you and spun you around to face him; he laid you on your back on his desk.  As you stared up at the ceiling, Diavolo's mouth found its place on the inside of your thigh.  You felt his fangs digging into you, puncturing your flesh; however, unlike most other times where his bite was painful, this bite sent a wave of pleasure crashing through your body.  You let out a weak moan and Diavolo looked up at you.  Slowly, you sat up ever so slightly, leaning back on your elbows so you could watch him.  Diavolo ran his tongue across his blood-stained lips and told you, "No one else will ever be able to give you this much pleasure from a bite marking."

He turned his head, bringing his mouth to the inside of your other thigh, sinking his fangs into it.  "Oh, fuck, Dia.  Fuck, that feels so good," you cried out, throwing your head back as you felt another wave of pleasure; your heart was pounding and you felt your body tingling all over.  Diavolo smiled against your thigh as he slowly sucked blood from the wound.  "If you like that," he said, scooting up your body slightly, "you haven't seen anything yet, dearest."

Looking up at you, keeping eye contact, Diavolo unbuttoned your uniform jacket. Then, he unbuttoned the bottom three buttons of your teal shirt, opening it just enough to reveal the soft skin of your stomach to him.  Diavolo pressed a couple of sweet, soft kisses to your stomach.  Then, things abruptly changed; Diavolo sank his teeth right into the skin of your lower stomach.  The intense pleasure from that bite shot straight down to your pussy, causing an orgasm so strong that you could no longer hold yourself up on your elbows.  As the back of your head crashed down and met with the surface of his desk, you let out a shriek and yelled, "Oh, fuck me, Dia!  Please, please just fuck me!"  You gasped, having almost not even recognized your own voice.

Diavolo stood up, wiping your blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.  "Gladly," he said, his voice heavy with lust.  Leaning his hips forward, he lined his dick up with your entrance briefly running it up and down your slit.  He then quickly sank his large dick inside you once more.  The arousal caused by the bites Diavolo had left on you made it easy for him to slide right inside you.

"I'd like to give you my heirs," Diavolo leaned down and whispered in your ear, slowly rolling his hips, "That's what I'd talked to Lucifer about.  I want to see you carry my cambion, Y/N.  I want to see your stomach get round and full and your breasts fill with milk for our children.  Will you please let me?  Please let me claim you fully."  You nodded in agreement, if you could even really call it agreeing; you felt like you were merely accepting your fate since you were already obligated to marry the prince anyway.  You also figured that agreeing to this would help deter Diavolo from taking out any residual anger on Mammon.

Might as well rip the proverbial band aid off.

Diavolo continued to slowly roll his hips, fucking you gently.  You stared up into his eyes, which looked like hypnotizing pools of molten gold gazing down at you.  He hooked his elbows under your knees, allowing him to spread your legs further apart so he could push even deeper inside you.  You closed your eyes, so much pleasure coursing through you that it was difficult to keep them open any longer.

You were brought back to yourself when Diavolo asked, "Color?"

"Green," you just barely sighed out.

"Open your eyes," he snapped, "I want to look into your eyes as I impregnate your slutty little human pussy."  You opened your eyes as much as you could, looking up at Diavolo with a heavy-lidded gaze.  He gave you a wide, genuine smile; though, his teeth and mouth were still tinted red from your blood.

Diavolo's thrusts faltered and you felt him fill your womb with his hot cum. He leaned down to press his lips to yours in a searing, metallic-flavored kiss. Pulling back slightly, he looked into your eyes, "You took me so well, Y/N.  I can't wait to wed you, my dearest."

"I can't, either,'' you said, not entirely sure whether you meant it or were merely saying that to convince yourself.

Diavolo, still hovering over you, said the spell to remove the soundproofing from the room and called out for Barbatos.  Immediately, Barbatos opened the door and cautiously walked in the room, taking in the disheveled sight of your half-naked body on the desk.  You twisted your body to the side so you could look over at him.  Barbatos' face was slightly flushed as he watched you.

Diavolo smiled over at Barbatos, also seeing that he was entranced by the sight of you.  "Beautiful, isn't she," Diavolo chuckled, "when she's been fucked full of demon cum?"

"Yes, Young Master," Barbatos said, his voice straining with lust, "Y/N looks delicious."

Rising from over you, Diavolo stood and said, "Please prepare some tea for Y/N, Barbatos.  And there is some soap in my bathroom.  Please make sure she is properly cleansed before going to class."

After all that, he still expected you to go to class?

Barbatos bowed and walked to a small table on the other side of Diavolo's office to prepare the beverage.  As you looked back at Diavolo, he glared down at you and said, "I should let you walk around with my scent on you so people will know exactly what kind of human you are; however, I don't need the staff and other students catching my scent coming from our little so-called exchange student."

You were just barely able to sit up on the desk, your limbs feeling as limp as overcooked linguini.  Diavolo's cum dripped from your pussy onto the desk.  He let out an amused chuckle at the sight.

Diavolo then looked down, adjusting and fastening his pants.  A light blush had formed across his cheeks before he timidly said, "By the way, I wouldn't worry about a pregnancy just yet.  You didn't have the scent of ovulation."  You hummed an acknowledgement and he looked up at you and continued, "Not this time, at least."

There was a devious smirk on his face as he watched you.

Barbatos had appeared by your side, holding the cup of scent tea up to your lips for you to drink.  "I've added a supplement to help replenish your strength. There's only about 15 minutes before class, so we'll have to hurry, Y/N," he said.  There was a palpable tension between you and Barbatos at that moment; his eyes met yours and that's when you realized it.  Diavolo's scent mixed with yours must have been having an effect on him; his pupils were dilated, his face was slightly flushed, and his hand twitched while he held the cup as you drank.

Barbatos then escorted you to Diavolo's private bathroom, which was simple, consisting of a simple sink, toilet, and bathtub, all of which were black porcelain.  You caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror as Barbatos was assisting you to the tub; despite the thorough fucking you'd just received, your hair wasn't mussed beyond repair and your makeup was surprisingly still intact.

Human world makeup could never.

You undressed and prepared to wash up.  Meanwhile, Barbatos quickly filled the bathtub up just enough to cover up to your waist, figuring there was no need in giving you a full bath.  Instead of having you wash yourself, he removed his gloves, rolled up his sleeves, and leaned over the side of the tub; he gently spread your thighs and washed between your legs in the shallow water.

"I hope you don't mind, Miss Y/N," he said, gingerly sticking two of his soap-coated fingers in your overstimulated pussy, "Young Master's reputation could potentially be tarnished if anyone smelled his scent on you.  I have to make sure you're thoroughly cleansed."  Barbatos was very careful around your bite markings, but looked a little surprised that there was one on your stomach. He suddenly curled his fingers upward, causing you to moan out.  Barbatos immediately began to apologize, "M-My apologies, Miss Y/N.  I didn't mean to--"

"It's okay.  But, y'know, you don't have to be so formal with me, Barbatos."

"Pardon?"

"You've literally been inside me before.  You don't have to address me as 'Miss.'"

"As you wish... Y/N.  Though, around Young Master, I will have to maintain the formality.  When we're alone, however," Barbatos said, his voice low, "I'll call you whatever you desire."  His eyes met yours and he continued gently working his soapy fingers inside you, making an active effort to clean you without further arousing you.

After a few minutes, you were clean and had regained strength in your limbs; it was time for you to go to your first class of the day.  Diavolo sat at his desk, rising from his chair as you emerged from his bathroom.  You walked over to him and he grabbed your hand gently, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a quick kiss.  The two of you heard Barbatos' voice say, "She had been properly cleansed, Young Master.  You should have no worries about your scent on her or in her."

"Excellent, Barbatos.  Thank you," Diavolo said before turning his attention back to you, "You should go to class, dearest.  You don't want to be late on your first day back."  You nodded and slowly turned to head toward the door, where Barbatos was standing and waiting to open the door for you.

Just before you stepped over the threshold to leave Diavolo's office, he said, "Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yes, Dia?"

There was an odd pause before he said, "Don't think that your actions with Mammon will go without further discussion... or further punishment.  For both of you."

You stared at Diavolo for a moment before turning to Barbatos, your smile acting as a prompt for him to open the office door.  You stepped into the hall and practically ran to your first class, your mind absolutely reeling.

After you left the office, Diavolo turned to Barbatos and said, "I'm thinking that we should, perhaps, invite Mammon to go to The Fall with us Friday night.  I think I'll text Lucifer now to see if he can go ahead and make sure Mammon is available to accompany our group."

"Marvelous idea, Young Master."

Chapter 49: Don’t Play Games With Your Life

Summary:

Lucifer is now aware of Diavolo's plan to meet with you and Mammon at The Fall on Friday. Lucifer is also aware that you aren't presently ovulating...

Notes:

CW: Discussions of scent marking, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, squirting

unpropitious
adjective
un·pro·pi·tious ˌən-prə-ˈpi-shəs
: not likely to have or produce a good result : not favorable or advantageous

In your demon history class, you walked over to talk to Asmo before class started.  He had a little fan club gathered around him, which only dispersed once he caught sight of you and told them, "Alright, everyone, my Hunny-Bunny is here. I'll finish telling you about this lip gloss tomorrow.  Better yet, watch my live tonight, guys."  When the group was gone, you glared at Asmo and whispered, "You said his scent was gone."  Asmo's eyes opened wide and he whispered back, "Diavolo could smell it!?  But... but, it is... it was!  I checked.  You know I checked."  Asmo's expression was panicked and a little sad, a thin sheen of tears forming over his eyes.

"I believe you.  I just didn't realize that he'd be able to smell the scent if you, yourself, couldn't even smell it."

"Maybe it's because he's such a strong demon.  Infinitely strong, obviously.  I guess that should've been a given.  But, I don't know," Asmo whispered, looking down at his shoes.  "Please, just understand that this was a new thing for me.  I've never had to smell for a scent mark before clearing someone to be with Lord Diavolo."  For fear that Asmo was about to start crying, you comforted him, "It's okay.  I'm not mad.  But, I mean, don't cry or your makeup might get messed up."  Asmo looked up and wrapped his arms tightly around you, which earned some glares from a few members of his earlier fan club, and he whispered, "Thank you for not being mad at me, Y/N.  I'd never do anything to jeopardize your life, Hunny-Bunny."

"I-I believe you," you said, wrapping your arms around him in a returned embrace.  Your hug was cut short when the professor entered the classroom and told everyone to take their seats.  "We'll talk a little more about this later," Asmo said, giving your cheek a quick kiss before going to his seat.

Around that same time, Lucifer was knocking on Diavolo's office door.

"Enter," Diavolo's stressed voice rang out from within the room.

"You sent a text that you need to see me, Lord Diavolo," Lucifer asked, entering the prince's office. Diavolo remained seated at his desk and said, "Yes, Lucifer. Please have a seat."  Lucifer sat at one of the seats in front of Diavolo's desk and waited for him to speak, assuming it was something pertaining to student council business. Perhaps, something about an upcoming event at the palace. Maybe issues with a staff member.  There could have been any number of things he'd want to talk--

"Y/N spread her legs for your brother, Lucifer."

That was the last thing he thought he'd hear that morning.  How did Diavolo find that out?  Lucifer kept a stoic face as he played ignorant and asked, "I'm appalled, Lord Diavolo.  Which brother?  Let me know which one of them did it and I'll make sure to address it directly with them."  Diavolo stared at Lucifer for a moment before he said, "Mammon.  I was... rather intimate with Y/N before class this morning while I discussed my desire to fulfill my duty of producing an heir with her. She's not in an ovulation period right now, though, so it likely didn't happen this time--" Lucifer's expression twisted into a grimace as he tried to figure out why he was even being made privy to this information "-- But, anyway, I'm getting off track. I could smell Mammon's scent inside her this morning."

Of course, Lucifer was already well aware of the situation that had occurred between you and Mammon; however, he figured it would be in the best interest of everyone at the House of Lamentation to pretend he had known nothing. "I see," Lucifer sighed, "I will be sure to punish him as soon as I get home this afternoon."

"Oh, no need, Lucifer."

"N-No need, Lord Diavolo?"

"No.  Though, I would like to speak to him at The Fall on Friday.  Instead of having you punish him, I'm only going to task you with notifying him that his presence is mandatory.  Also, I ask that you personally accompany him to The Fall with Y/N and I."

Lucifer nodded in agreement and said, "I'll let Mammon know this evening." Diavolo smirked and said, "Good.  Thank you for helping me with this matter.  That's all for now, Lucifer."

"Y-Yes, Lord Diavolo..."

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That evening, Mammon was idly scrolling through DevilTube on his D.D.D. when he received a text message.

Lucifer: Lord Diavolo spoke with me earlier and says he expects you to join us at The Fall on Friday.

Mammon: "Us" who?

Lucifer: Lord Diavolo, Y/N, and I.  Presumably, Barbatos will be there, as well. 

Mammon: Any reason that I need to go?  How do ya know I ain't got a date or somethin'?

Lucifer: Well, do you?

Mammon: ...
Mammon: Not yet. 

Lucifer: Very well, then. You'll be coming with us. 

Mammon: Ya still didn't answer me why I need to go. 

There was no response.

Mammon was still trying to figure out why he needed to attend The Fall with your group that evening when he got another text message; this time, it came from you.  Fortunately, Lucifer had been so kind as to remove the block that had prevented you and Mammon from texting each other during the preceding couple of weeks.

You: Diavolo brought me in his office earlier.
You: He could smell you on me. 

Mammon: WHAAA!?!  Are ya for real??  Didn't Asmo check ya!?

You: Yeah, smell test and taste test and he said I was all clear. 

Mammon: TASTE TEST!?!  The fuck!?  I ain't need to know all that!!
Mammon: ANYWAY, so, uh, Lucifer told me Lord Diavolo wants me to go to The Fall with ya on Friday.  Do ya know what that's about?

Your mind went wild.  Was Diavolo going to humiliate you and/or Mammon publicly?  Was he going to bring Mammon up to the VIP room and push him off the balcony?  Did Diavolo just... want to talk to the both of you?  No, there's no way he'd be that civil after the way he almost fucked your pussy inside out in the office that morning.

You: No idea.  I didn't know anything about that. 

Mammon: I guess I can't get outta this.  Dammit.  Hopefully he ain't tryna bring me out to whoop my ass or somethin'.

As you were about to reply, there was a knock at your bedroom door; a firm, authoritative knock.  You did some mental gymnastics to figure out who it was and eventually settled on either Lucifer or Satan; though, you hoped with everything in your existence that it would be the latter of the two.  You got up from where you'd been seated on your bed and opened the door a slight few inches... to find none other than Lucifer standing there.

Oh, of fucking course...

He took it upon himself to push the door open further, enough for him to walk into your room.  You were just wearing a large t-shirt and panties.  Had you been expecting someone to barge in, you would have at least put some pants on.  Lucifer shut the door after entering, spoke the soundproofing spell, and turned on you, his face full of fury.  "Have you no sense, Y/N," he snapped, "How could you be so... so stupid as to seek out Diavolo and allow him access to your body so quickly after returning to school!?"

"I-I had Asmo check me.  He did a smell test and a taste test."

Lucifer twisted up his face in disgust and sarcastically replied, "Charming, Y/N."  You felt like you were shrinking in on yourself as he continued, "Your actions are appalling.  I was just speaking in jest when I'd told you before that you had no sense of self-preservation.  Now, I'm beginning to think I was correct."

The two of you stared each other down for several seconds before you smirked at him.  You raised your eyebrows, crossed your arms, and asked, "Jealous?"

Big mistake.

Next thing you knew, you were on your back on the floor; Lucifer hovered over you, holding your wrists against the floor on either side of your head.  The red of his eyes was glowing as you saw the telltale black diamond appear on his forehead.  Your eyes briefly traveled upward, taking note of his emerging horns.  Putting on a façade of disinterest, you asked, "So, you are jealous, aren't you?"

"Don't play games with your life.  I can smell your fear, Y/N... among other scents."  His voice had suddenly gotten very deep, almost to a growl.

"Other scents," you sarcastically asked, "And what are you gonna do about it, Lucifer?"

Lucifer smiled, revealing his sharp fangs to you.  "There are many things I want to do to you," he replied, "But, I'll settle for this."  He leaned down, pressing a crushing kiss against your lips.  With a little nip of his fang, you were prompted to part your lips, which allowed him to deepen the kiss.  Lucifer adjusted the positioning of his legs, bringing one of his knees between your legs, pressing it to the apex of your thighs.  You moaned into the kiss and you felt the corners of his lips turning upward in a sadistic smile.

Lucifer soon parted his lips from yours and he asked, "Do you want me, Y/N?  I can tell you're already soaking wet."  He ground his knee against your pussy for emphasis.  You moaned out, "Yes, Luci."  "Good, because you're mine, now.  Take your panties off," he ordered.

As you quickly removed your panties, Lucifer got to work unfastening his pants and pulling them down to his knees, his wings flapping gently in anticipation.  You glanced downward, appreciating the view of Lucifer's dick.  It had definitely been a while.  Lucifer chuckled and asked, "Hmm?  Do you like what you see, darling?"

"Yes," you said, your voice barely audible.

"Do you want this inside of you?"

"Please."

He braced his hands on the carpet, one on either side of your head, as he brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.  With a slow roll of his hips, he slid inside you.  Both of you moaned into the kiss as he adjusted to your tightness.  He separated his lips from yours and, in a voice deep with lust, he said, "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to feel you like this."  He gently began rolling his hips and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

His wings flapped in time with his thrusts as he showered your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses.  "Mmm, Luci," you moaned out, tightly gripping his hair.  This drew a low growl from Lucifer and his kisses halted.  "You don't want to do that," he grumbled.

Yes, you did.

You aggressively pulled Lucifer's hair and, in return, he quickly slammed his hips against yours.  "FUCK," you yelled out.  Lucifer's sadistic smirk returned and he said, "I warned you, darling."  He proceeded to thrust into you so deeply and quickly that all you could offer in reply was a scream.  "Yeah," Lucifer said, "You like that, don't you, my delicious little human?"

You let out a string of syllables that didn't make sense.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,' then."

Lucifer continued the rapid movements of his hips.  As you were getting closer and closer to the peak of your orgasm, he asked, "You love being used by us, don't you?  You love the feeling of a demon's cock inside you."

"Yes, Luci," you struggled to whimper out.

Still inside you, he sat back on his heels and drew your hips upward, allowing him to have the perfect view of your body as he fucked you.   The new angle caused him to hit your g-spot with precision with every thrust.  "Mmm, you look so lovely, impaled on my cock," Lucifer cooed, thrusting as deeply into you as he could, "Why don't you cum for me, my beautiful darling?  Let me watch you unravel beneath me."  He leaned back slightly, removing his dick from inside you, replacing it with two of his fingers in your pussy, while his thumb ran quick circles over your clit.  Lucifer aggressively curled his fingers upward within your pussy a couple of times before pulling his hand away from you entirely.

It was like a dam broke within you, causing you to squirt on Lucifer's torso in the midst of a screaming orgasm.   Every nerve in your body was alight with pleasure.  He was still clothed from the waist up, so you'd completely saturated his coat and waistcoat.  Lucifer's face twisted into a diabolical smirk again as he pulled your hips up, bending your body in an unnatural way; all of your weight was reliant on your hips in his grasp and your neck and shoulder blades against the floor.  Looking down into your eyes, he ran his tongue along your slit one time, just to get a little taste of you.  His face was instantly flushed, which was a strange look for such a prideful demon.  You were in the middle of trying to regain your composure after that orgasm when Lucifer brought your hips back down to the floor.  He braced his hands on your shoulders and slammed his hips into yours; his dick easily sliding in as deeply as it could go.  As soon as the head of his dick was lodged against your cervix, he reached his peak and came inside you.

Lucifer filled you with so much cum that your pussy couldn't hold it; thick trails of Lucifer's cum seeped out of you, dripping down to the floor.  In the midst of trying to still catch his breath, Lucifer said, "I've waited... so, so long... I wanted to... to be able to cum inside your pussy."  After taking a deep breath, he continued, "And Lord Diavolo said you aren't ovulating, so I trust his judgement on that."  He stood up, his demon form disappearing. Much to your relief, his normal clothing wasn't wet from that little eruption he'd caused. Taking you in his arms, Lucifer said, "Let me draw a bath for you, darling.  While you wash, I'll go prepare the scent tea for you in the kitchen."

On the way to the bathroom, you'd asked Lucifer to pick up your D.D.D. so you could watch something while you relaxed in the tub.  After Lucifer had gone to the kitchen to prepare the tea and you had thoroughly washed yourself with the scent soap, you looked at your D.D.D. and were surprised to see a couple of vague text messages from an unexpected sender.

Barbatos: There's something I must tell you about the Young Master and his behavior.
Barbatos: There's a presently unused classroom next to his office.  Please meet me there before your first class tomorrow morning. 

Oh, great. What fresh hell was this?

Chapter 50: Oh, I Can Tell You a Lot, Love.

Summary:

You find out why Diavolo has been so aggressive toward you... but, you actually end up with more questions than answers.

Notes:

CW: Discussion of heat cycles, fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, discussion of menstruation

percipience
noun
per·cip·i·ence pər-ˈsi-pē-ən(t)s
: quick, acute, and intuitive cognition
: a capacity for comprehension

"Wait... so, you're telling me that Dia is going into heat?  That's why he was so aggressive yesterday?"

You and Barbatos stood together in the empty classroom next to Diavolo's office.  "Yes," Barbatos quietly answered, "When he goes into heat, his behavior gets a bit, well, unusual."

You'd expected to hear that Diavolo been cheating or that he'd changed his mind about the marriage or something other than that.  The knowledge that demons went into heat was definitely always in the back of your mind, occasionally hearing in passing of your demon and demoness classmates who were absent from school for a week or so due to being in their heat cycle.  It just never really occurred to you that Diavolo also had heat cycles; it was something neither you nor Diavolo had ever discussed.

"S-So," you began, preparing yourself for an uncomfortable question, "What all does that entail... for me?"

"Well, nothing right now.  I don't believe he even knows yet that he's about to go into his heat.  After so many millennia, I know exactly what the signs are, even before he realizes it.  Anyway, that's why he's acting so abrasive.  And, if you were concerned, the Young Master usually doesn't take lovers during his heat cycle."

"Okay, so he wouldn't expect me to..."

You allowed your voice to trail off and Barbatos answered, "He wouldn't expect you to do anything at all, dear.  Even when you are his wife, he wouldn't expect you to assist with this.  He becomes quite violent during his heat, moreso than any lower-tier demon, which is why he typically doesn't take lovers."  You nodded and pondered out loud, "So, I would actually need to stay away from him, then."

"Only once Lord Diavolo acknowledges that he's in heat.  Until then, don't mention this to him, Y/N.  He doesn't know yet, nor would anyone else."

"I won't.  What is going to happen at The Fall on Friday, then?  Am I still going?"

"Yes, unless he realizes prior to Friday that his heat is beginning."

You were about to say something, but Barbatos interrupted you, "Your affair with Mammon was unwise, Y/N.  I'm not speaking as someone who is close with Lord Diavolo; I'm speaking as someone who is concerned for you."  Barbatos brought his hand to your cheek and looked into your eyes as he said, "Listen to me, Y/N, when I tell you that he is a very jealous lover.  I'm not here to judge you for your choices or transgressions, especially when I, myself, have had thoughts of you that are... rather obscene; however, just know that it isn't a wise decision to continue that affair."

You nodded in understanding and Barbatos brought his lips to your forehead.  Then, in a low voice, Barbatos continued, "You're so lovely, Y/N.  Just keep in mind that, should you ever want to seek out a lover, I am also here."  You sputtered out a laugh and said, "Oh, so you want me all to yourself, then?"

Barbatos replied with a wink and said, "Perhaps, dove.  Well, Lord Diavolo is probably wondering where I've gone.  I should return to him now and you should go to class."

After parting ways with the handsome butler, you went about your business as usual; however, your curiosity about the prince's heat was getting the better of you.  How often did he go into heat?  Would he really not be expecting you to do anything?  Barbatos said he "typically doesn't take lovers."  Does that mean he sometimes does?  Would someone else be... helping him?

When you got to your first class, (class), you sat at your desk and continued picturing what Diavolo could be like during his heat.  You were in such deep thought that you didn't even notice when Asmo came up to your desk.

"You look like something is on your mind.  Everything okay?"

You jumped a little and said, "Asmo!  H-Hey!"  With a small smile on his face, he asked, "What are you thinking about, Hunny-Bunny?"  You figured there was probably no one better to ask about heats than Asmo.

Timidly, you whispered, "Can you tell me a little more about a demon's heat cycle?"  His smile expanded, displaying his fangs, and he whispered back, "Oh, I can tell you a lot, love."  Asmo leaned in, very close to your ear, and asked, "Is this because of Lord Diavolo going into heat?"

A little louder than intended, you asked, "Y-You know!?"

"Shh," Asmo replied with a fluttery little chuckle, "Avatar of Lust here, remember?  I've always been able to tell, but I've never, ever, ever told anyone before now."

"Got it.  Well, I guess you're the best person to ask, then."

You proceeded to ask Asmo every question you could think of before the professor arrived.  Was he really all that violent during his heats?  "Yes."  Who would he seek out to help him?  "Usually, a very experienced succubus or incubus, depending on what he was in the mood for; however, it was rare for him to ever seek out help during that time."  Would he ever expect you to help him during his heat?  "It isn't likely since he could easily injure a human with his strength."  How often did he go into heat and for how long?  "Usually, once or twice a year and they lasted just shy of two weeks."

As the professor entered the class, Asmo said, "This concludes another round of demon sex ed.  If you think of anything else, come see me tonight after dinner."

Throughout the day, you tried to think of whether there was anything else you wanted to know about Diavolo's heat; however, the intrusive thought that kept coming into your mind was when the brothers would go into their heats.  You'd lived at the House of Lamentation for quite a few months and you'd yet to see any of them do into heat.  Was it only once a year or something?  Had they gone through them already and they just kept it well-hidden?  Mammon had told you at one point that demons sometimes lock themselves in their rooms when they were in heat; were you just oblivious to times that they'd already had their heat?

These thoughts pestered you through the day, until it was evening and you could finally go to Asmo's room to ask him about it.  A couple of hours after dinner, you found yourself knocking gently at Asmo's bedroom door.  "You may enter," he called from within the room.

You opened the door to see Asmo sitting at his vanity, painting his fingernails.  He was wearing a pink satin robe and had part of his hair up in a bun on the top of his head.  "I was hoping I'd see you again tonight," he said absently, still not looking in your direction, "I take it that you have additional questions."

"When do you and your brothers go into heat?"

The hand that had been busy painting his fingernails stopped moving.  Asmo turned in his seat to look in your direction.  He asked with genuine curiosity, "Why do you want to know about that?"

"W-Well, umm, Diavolo's going into his heat and I was thinking... I haven't seen any of you go into yours yet.  At least, not that I know of. "

Asmo slowly rose from his seat and walked toward you, "So, demons at our level typically do go into heat about twice a year.  Most of us do, at least; Belphie and other sloth-leaning demons are lazy little bitches, so they usually only have one heat cycle a year.  Anyway, I believe we're all due for one soon."  He gently cupped your cheek and asked, "Have you taken a bath yet tonight?"

"No.  No, I haven't."

"Then, join me, Y/N," Asmo said, removing the belt from his robe and shrugging it off of his shoulders, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath.  He seductively walked toward his bathroom, looking over his shoulder as he said, "Be sure to lock the door, Y/N."

Strangely enough, Asmo didn't try to fuck you while you were in the bathtub with him.  He genuinely took the opportunity to pamper you, cleansing your body and hair with  multiple floral soaps, shampoos, and conditioners.  "You haven't been taking good care of your skin," he observed, adding, "You don't have the gift of eternal beauty, Y/N.  You're getting little wrinkles already."

"Thanks a lot.  I totally had no idea that I'm a mortal.  It's not like I haven't been one my entire life or anything," you snapped, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, hush," Asmo said, conditioning your hair for the third time, "What do you say I take you on my bed when we are done in here?"

"Sure, I guess," you said, reflecting on how tired you were feeling.  As Asmo poured some water over your head, he asked, "Are you sure?  Or do you guess?  I need to know for certain, Hunny-Bunny."

"Y-Yes, I'm sure."

Asmo stood up in the tub and said, "Well, you're all washed up.  Shall we?"  Asmo took your hand and led you into his room and onto his bed.

"It's been a long time, my beautiful one," he said, gently spreading your legs and you lay on your back on the soft bed.  He brought his fingers down near your lower lips, teasingly rubbing the skin around them while avoiding everywhere you wanted him to touch.  "Yeah," you replied, "I guess it has been-- oh, fuck."

He giggled at the reaction you had when his fingers penetrated you.  He spoke what you assumed to be a soundproofing spell as he smirked down at you.  Curling his delicate fingers upward, he asked, "Do you like that, Y/N?"  "Uh-huh," you all but moaned out.

"You're so tight and wet, love," Asmo said, bringing his unoccupied hand up to caress your cheek, "And so, so lovely while I finger-fuck you."  Feeling the tension rapidly building in your core, you quickly said, "Asmo, please fuck me."

"Of course, love," he said, positioning himself between your legs, his dick already rock hard.  He braced his hands on either side of your head as he slowly sunk into you.  He moaned and brought his lips to your neck, pressing kisses against your skin.  "Your body feels so, so good, Y/N," Asmo whispered to you, "You take me so perfectly."

You brought your hands up to his hair, gently running your fingers through his soft, flowy hair, as he slowly rolled his hips.  "I've been craving this so much," Asmo whispered in your ear as his thrusts began picking up speed.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and your bodies connecting in an intimate dance of passion.  As he looked into your eyes, Asmo asked, "Are you going to cum for me, my good girl?"  You were just barely able to whimper out, "Y-Yes."  When he gently pressed his lips to yours, it felt as though electricity ran through your body as an orgasm wracked your body.

Asmo quickly pulled out and came in his hand, which caught you completely off guard.  He must have noticed your surprised look because he explained, "Well, I wasn't going to cum in you, obviously.  And if I came on you, you'd have to bathe again; too much bathing and scrubbing is bad for your, umm... well, your human skin is weak and prone to aging.  Can't have that."  Asmo winked and got off the bed to go clean himself off.

While he was in the bathroom, sleep overtook your body and you remained in Asmo's bed that night, not particularly caring whether Lucifer would end up chastising you for it in the morning.

 

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Very early that following morning, you awoke, sandwiched between... two demons?  You recalled the night before and knew one of them was Asmo... but, who the fuck else was--

"Good morning, Y/N," a raspy voice whispered from behind you.  It was raspy and menacing enough to send a chill down your sounds.

It took you a moment to register to whom the disembodied voice belonged.  You whispered out, "L-Levi?"

"Yes," he said.  You quickly noticed the feeling of a smooth, scaly tail wrapped around one of your bare legs.  You didn't reply immediately, so he continued, "I walked by the room last night and I could tell that you'd started."

"Started...?"

"Umm... you know..."

Sometimes, even kinky snake demon Levi was too shy to say "period."  When you confirmed that with him, you asked how the hell he would figure that; based on what your internal clock assumed the time was, you'd just had sex not even 6 hours before that.
And you know Asmo's ass would've had some shit to say if he noticed menstrual blood on himself.

"I've told you before that I know the sweet smell of your blood, Y/N."

"But... I just had my period like two weeks ago," you told him.  This was true, as you'd had your period at the very beginning of that two-week time that you were waiting for Mammon's scent to pass.  "I know," Levi whispered, "but it's starting again."

Now, wait a damn minute...

Chapter 51: I'm Sorry You're Hurting

Summary:

When you're stressed from Lucifer and Satan's scrutiny of your strange period, Levi comes in to help comfort you.

Notes:

No smut, but discussion of menstruation and health issues, and a little bit of angst, fluff, and comfort.

vacillate
verb
vac·il·late ˈva-sə-ˌlāt
1: to waver in mind, will, or feeling : hesitate in choice of opinions or courses
2: to sway through lack of equilibrium

Turns out, the fact that your period started would excuse you and Mammon from having to go to The Fall with Diavolo that Friday.  They couldn't have a bleeding human go into a whole club full of demons, right?  Unfortunately, the recurrence of your period led to a lot of questions, especially from Lucifer and Satan.

They preferred to not be around you during your cycle, so they conducted an impromptu meeting via a group chat that Friday afternoon with just the three of you.

Lucifer: Typically, the goings on of a human body don't really interest me, but this is causing some concern about your attendance.

You: Yeah, well, it's not my fault.  I have no control over it.  Believe me, if I did have control over my period, my life would be much easier!

Lucifer: Satan, you've studied up in the human body.  Do you have any input?

Satan: Well, sometimes, this is an anomaly.  Other causes are sometimes weight gain or loss, hormonal imbalances, or other medical concerns.  Do you have such a medical history?
Satan: Though, I wonder if it's possible that your extended presence in the Devildom has prompted the development of something like thyroid disease or fibroids.

You: So, basically, being here for an extended period (no pun intended) could be causing me to develop an illness??

Satan: It's certainly not outside the realm of possibility, Y/N.

Lucifer: Well, I was going to express concern over Y/N's attendance, but if it's a human medical issue, I won't press it.
Lucifer: You can miss your classes as much as needed.  I'll let Lord Diavolo and your professors know that you do have a valid reason for missing class.

You: Yup.  Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to go writhe in pain in my bed...

And writhe in pain, you did.  This particular period was quite painful.  Not the worst one you'd ever had, by far, but definitely the worst since you'd been living in the Devildom.

It wasn't long before there was a knock at your door.  Dragging yourself out of bed, you walked to the door and slowly opened it.  You were instantly face-to-face with the fanged smile of Levi; his eyes sparkled mischievously and his tail whipped around excitedly behind him.  Initially, Levi had that same hungry look in his eyes that he always got when you're on your period; however, his face quickly fell when he saw how bad you looked.

After an awkward moment of silence between the two of you, his tail wrapped around your waist as he practically dragged you over to your bed. "L-LEVI," you snapped, smacking his tail.  He gently plopped you down in your bed and he turned to walk to your bathroom.  His voice echoed from within the bathroom, "You look pale.  You need to stay in your bed."  Levi emerged from your bathroom with a cool, damp washcloth, which he placed on your forehead.  He then helped to arrange your blankets and pillows around you comfortably.

"No one else will come in here... will they?  I mean, on days when you're on your, umm... your period?"

"No," you said, quietly, "Not usually.  You're the only one that can come around me without getting disgusted and hungry."

Levi abruptly laid next to you on your bed, quickly nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arm around you.  "I need to take care of you, then," he quietly said, "I can tell you don't feel well, baby."  His tail found its way to your lower stomach and began gently massaging it.  It was a strangely soothing feeling, his tail working its magic on your tummy.

You brought one of your hands up to Levi's head, running your fingers through his hair.  "Thank you, my Levi," you quietly said, "That's actually helping a lot."  "Good, baby," he cooed, kissing your neck.

He lifted his head up and looked in your eyes, "I'm glad it's helping you, baby.  And... I'm sorry you're hurting."  You let out a tired sigh and said, "Lucifer and Satan think there could be something wrong with me.  Like, an actual possible medical problem.  Or, it could be a random one-time thing. "

"Well, I'm here, baby," Levi said, kissing your forehead, "Do you need anything to help you fall asleep?"

"Hmm... just snuggles."

Levi proceeded to wrap himself tightly around you; he had his face buried in your neck, his arm draped across your chest, his tail wrapped around your waist, and one of his legs wrapped around one of yours.  He quickly fell asleep, his tail still occasionally moving of its own volition, massaging your lower stomach.

Several minutes later, as you finally also started to doze off, you heard a voice outside of your room.  You assumed it was coming from within the kitchen because of the echo.  After a few seconds, you were able to discern that it was Mammon talking.  There was no voice speaking to him in return, so you assumed he was talking on the phone.

Though you wanted to sneak over to your bedroom door to listen, you were pretty much stuck to the bed; Levi had you trapped in his firm, albeit loving, grip.  You settled for listening to what you could of Mammon speaking and trying to figure out what you could.

From in the other room, you heard disjointed pieces of Mammon's muffled conversation:

"Yeah, I mean... ... over, I can... ...but, it ain't gonna be for long."

Then, there was silence; presumably, it was because of the person on the other end of the line talking.

"Maybe I... ...stay in my... ...if I'm not around anyone, it... ...I'll let ya know."

There was more silence.

"Yeah, I'll see how I'm feelin'.  It don't mean... ...But, ya know I love ya."

Ugh.  Must be Minako.

You huffed out a sigh and felt Levi tighten his grip around you.  "Relax, Y/N," Levi's sleep-addled voice rasped in your ear.  "You're awake," you intended to ask, but it came out more as a statement.

"Mm-hmm.  You're so envious that you woke me out of a deep sleep."

"Oh.  OH!  I'm sorry," you apologized, running your fingers through his hair.  "It's okay," he said, nuzzling into your neck and pressing a few light kisses to your skin, "But, try to relax, baby.  Do you need anything?  A new pad?  Snacks?  Some medicine for cramps?  Another massage?"  Levi wiggled the tip of his tail on your lower stomach for emphasis.

"N-No, I'm okay.  I just feel like--"

From the other room, a muffled yell of "FUCK" cut you off.  Levi unwrapped himself from you and grumbled, "I'll be right back.  That sounded like Mammon."  Levi quickly stormed out of your bedroom, muttering what sounded like, "Loud-ass, greedy motherfucker..."

Additional yelling echoed from the kitchen.  Being a relatively defenseless human on your period, of course, you didn't dare go around angry demons; however, you figured that sneaking over to your door to eavesdrop wouldn't hurt.

You listened for a moment, realizing that Mammon and Levi were yelling back and forth in Infernal.  Then, you heard Lucifer storm in and start yelling.  Your limited knowledge of Infernal helped you in absolutely no way with figuring out what was happening.  Every now and then, you heard a word you recognized, but nothing that could decode what they were yelling about.

Then, you heard what sounded like a chair over in the dining room being thrown against the wall.  Now, Beel had come downstairs and hurried into whichever room the others were arguing in.

You were able to translate the next thing Mammon yelled in Infernal: "I'm leaving!  Fuck you!" (Because, of course, the cornerstone of knowing any new language is knowing how to swear in it.)  This was followed by Mammon storming down the hall and out the front door, slamming out closed as he left.

But, what the fuck was going on here!?

Chapter 52: Not My Business To Tell

Summary:

You find out the truth about what's going on with Mammon. Also... Levi's tail has a mind of its own?

Notes:

CW: Discussion of heat cycles, tail kink, almost tail sex

perspicuous
adjective
per·spic·u·ous pər-ˈspi-kyə-wəs
: plain to the understanding especially because of clarity and precision of presentation

Just after the front door slammed closed, you heard a text message come through on your D.D.D.  You'd hoped it was from Mammon, but it was from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Dearest, Lucifer told me a little while ago that you're having issues with your menstruation?

Ugh, now was not the time.

You texted him back quickly.

You: Yeah, it started really early.
You: Nothing to be worried about.  I mean, I'm completely not worried about it.

That was a lie.

Levi came back into your room as you got the next text message from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Perhaps, you should see a physician.  I'm sure I can locate a quality Devildom physician who is familiar with human medical conditions.

You: Yeah, that might be a good idea.
You: What's going to happen if I have to go back to the human realm?

You looked up and asked Levi, "What the fuck was all that about?"  Levi shook his head and said, "Oh... it's nothing."

"Bullshit, Levi. What is it?"

Levi's tail began twitching nervously and he said, "I think Mammon got in a fight with his... umm, with Minako.  But, I was still like this--" Levi gestured to himself, you assumed referring to the fact that he was in his demon form "--and it made him feel threatened, which caused him to shift into his demon form and start yelling at me.  Lucifer got mad at our yelling and came in.  He changed into his demon form and asked what was going on.  When Mammon told Lucifer it was an issue with Minako, Lucifer called him a... umm, there's no literal Infernal-to-English translation... but, basically, he called Mammon a bitch.  That's when a chair got thrown.  Then, Beel came in and started yelling at us.  He has practice tomorrow morning, so he was trying to sleep a little early tonight, but we woke him up."

You asked Levi why Mammon had fought with Minako.   He'd certainly sounded affectionate enough from what you'd heard of Mammon's side of the phone conversation.  You made the mistake of looking at your D.D.D. before Levi explained it and completely zoned out when you read Diavolo's next text message.

Diavolo: Well, we couldn't possibly let you go back to the human realm, dearest.

"Wait... so, if I'm getting physically sick from being down here, he still won't let me go back!?"

You weren't even going to dignify his text with a response.

You tuned back in to what Levi was saying, but realized you missed the entire explanation.  You tried to play it off and asked, "Wait a minute, run that by me again?"

Levi explained that Minako was making a big deal about wanting to come stay there with Mammon next weekend, but Mammon wasn't going to let her and she had a fit about it on the phone.  You rolled your eyes at the thought of Minako throwing a spineless little temper tantrum and asked, "Why does she wanna stay over so badly next weekend?"

"Because Mammon's going in--"

Levi stopped himself, an awkward smile on his face, and said, "You know, it's not my business to tell, baby."  You glared at Levi and flatly remarked, "So, you're not gonna tell me."  Levi cupped both of your cheeks with his hands and said, "Maybe Mammon will explain it to you.  It's not my place to talk about his, umm... personal... stuff."  As you pondered over that, Levi hooked his arm around one of yours and walked you back to the bed.

As you settled into bed, your D.D.D. vibrated with more messages from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Sorry.  I just realized the intention of that last message probably came out wrong.  We just have to be able to figure out how to help you while you reside here instead of sending you back to the human world as a first resort.
Diavolo: Obviously, if you're seriously ill and need to go back to the human realm, I will not keep you here.
Diavolo: You'll have to excuse my behavior recently.  Unfortunately, I will not be able to see you for a while, I believe.  I just recently realized that I'm going into my heat.

And Levi's nosey ass, of course, happened to look over your shoulder and read the message.  He exclaimed, "WHAT!!  Lord Diavolo's going into heat, too!?"

You glanced at Levi and asked, "'Too?'"  Levi blushed and tried to hide his face, unusual for his demon form, and quickly said, "Ugh, I said it's not my business to talk about but... okay, okay, Mammon and Minako got into a fight because Mammon's going into his heat very soon and he doesn't want to spend it with her."  Levi rolled over on the bed and faced away from you.

Mammon is going into heat?  And he DOESN'T want to spend it with Minako?

Feigning disinterest in this news, you replied with a contemplative, "Hm."  You decided to text Diavolo back, trying to act like Barbatos and Asmo had never said a word to you. It was strangely difficult to pretend you knew nothing about Diavolo's heat.

You:  Did you need some help with it?  What should I do?

Diavolo: There's nothing you'd be able to do, dearest.  Thank you, all the same.
Diavolo: Why don't you order something sexy from Majolish and send me some pictures?
Diavolo: Something that will show off those beautiful breasts and that pretty, fuckable little pussy of yours.

You: Yeah, of course! I'll do that for you, my love.

Diavolo: Okay, my sweet.  You're feeling unwell, so get some rest.
Diavolo: I'll be looking forward to those pictures.

You tapped Levi and said, "Hey, quit hiding and snuggle with me!"  Levi quickly rolled over, playing the role of the big spoon on the bed behind you, his tail taking its place on your lower stomach again.  The two of you were quickly able to fall asleep.

It was still very early when you were abruptly awoken from your slumber by a chill running through your body.  It took a minute to register what was going on, but you realized you were feeling someone's cold, snaky tail sliding around in your panties, just soothingly moving along your pussy lips, at if this was just absolutely normal behavior.

"U-Umm... Levi...?"

He was snoring lightly, still spooning you.  Out of all the times you and Levi had slept in the same bed together, you'd never seen his tail take on a mind of its own like it had in that moment.

At Levi's lack of response, you were about to elbow him in the chest; however, the side of his tail swiped teasingly along your clit, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips.  You barely maintained your composure as the side of Levi's tail continued slowly moving back and forth along your clit.  You finally threw your elbow back into his chest as you managed to shudder out, "L-Levi, y-your tail."

As Levi began to awaken, the tip of his tail flicked against your clit and you moaned out, "Oh, fuck."  Realizing what was happening, Levi gasped and began letting out a string of obscenities in both English and Infernal.  He grabbed his tail and pulled it away from you, apologizing profusely.

"I-I swear to you, that was not on purpose," he panicked, his face reddening slightly, "I wouldn't do that to you; not without asking, not when you're not feeling well!"  Looking from his eyes, to his tail, then back up to his eyes, you said, "No, I know you were asleep.  But... I mean... since when does your tail have a mind of its own?"

"I dunno, Y/N!!  No one's ever told me about it doing that before and, umm... lately... lately, I don't sleep with anyone else!  I didn't mean to be gross or weird, I--"

"No," you cut him off, reflecting on how good his tail had made you feel, "No, it was kinda kinky.  Now just isn't the right time."  Levi kissed your cheek and asked, "But, you'd be into that!?"

"Sure, my Levi," you said.  Sure, it was a weird development that his tail could move on its own like that. You'd slept in the same bed together multiple times and you knew his tail would wrap around you while you slept, but this was the first time the appendage ever seemed to have a mind of its own.  It was an interesting development; one which made you wonder what else it could do.

You reached over to stroke Levi's hair.  Before you could do so, he grabbed your wrist and brought the palm of your hand to his mouth, pressing light, tingly kisses against it.  "I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick, baby.  I probably need to clean my tail up."  Before you could say anything else, your attention was pulled away by the sound of a text coming through on your D.D.D.

As Levi left the comfort of your bed, you grabbed your D.D.D. off the nightstand to see who was hassling you so early in the morning.  Your eyes widened.

Mammon: Hey, treasure.  Do ya got any plans for next weekend?

Not yet; however, with the arrival of this text message, you figured that was about to change. 

Chapter 53: You're Mine and Don't Ya Fuckin' Forget It

Summary:

Look, if you read the last chapter, you already know where we're going with this one...

Notes:

CW: Heat cycle, breeding kink, oral and vaginal sex, rough sex, horn kink... maybe dacryphilia if you squint?

scintillate
verb
scin·til·late ˈsin-tə-ˌlāt
1: to emit sparks
2: to emit quick flashes as if throwing off sparks

 

Mammon: Hey, treasure. Do ya got any plans for next weekend?

You: Maybe...
You: Why? Do you have something in mind?

Mammon: Well, I was wonderin' if maybe you'd wanna spend the weekend with me?

You weren't supposed to know about Mammon going into heat, so you tried to play ignorant.

You: Depends. Where would we be going? Anywhere special?

Mammon: My room...
Mammon: Okay, okay, I ain't gonna lie to ya. I'm goin' into heat and wanted to know if you'd maybe... wanna couple with me?

If coupling meant getting your back blown out by Mammon over the course of a whole weekend, then absolutely; however, there were other things that had to be considered. You were relieved at that moment that Diavolo was going into his heat and had no intention of coming around you for the next couple of weeks, at least. Actually, Mammon didn't know that Diavolo was in heat, so the fact that he would try to hide you away for the weekend was extremely bold.

You: Won't Lucifer or another one of your brothers notice if I go missing for a whole weekend? What about Diavolo?
You: What about Minako? Wouldn't you rather have a demoness? Someone who can match your stamina? I mean... I'm just a human. Lol...

Mammon: If my brothers do happen to figure out that I got ya, they won't come botherin' us. When someone bothers a demon in heat with their mate, someone could literally end up gettin' killed.
Mammon: Diavolo can kiss all my ass. If he tried to come get ya, that might be the ONLY exception to me keeping ya the whole weekend.
Mammon: As for Mina, I don't wanna couple with her.
Mammon: Not when you're in my life.
Mammon: So, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease???

Well, what kind of person would you be if you were to deny your guardian demon?

 

The next week proceeded to go by so slowly. It crawled slower than the wisest tortoise in the land. Mammon officially went into his heat that Thursday and was absent from school on Thursday and Friday. But, you already knew that the plan was to meet him in his room after school Friday afternoon.

The lights were dim in Mammon's room and it felt uncharacteristically hot. You fully opened the door to see Mammon reclined on his couch. He was in his demon form and, when he saw you and shot his cocky smile in your direction, you noticed that his fangs were fully extended. His skin also had an unusual iridescence to it and his eyes were glowing in the dimness of the room. "Treasure," he happily exclaimed, "You're here!" He sauntered over to you and gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

Looking toward his bed, you saw that Mammon had built a nesting area on and around his bed. There were a lot of plush pillows and blankets on his bed. He had also managed to stockpile a bunch of food and drinks near his bed, including some of your favorites from the human world.

He said the soundproofing spell before you both looked at each other awkwardly. Mammon quickly grabbed your hand and guided you over to his bed. You sat down and felt yourself sink comfortably into the nest. Mammon's eyes were heavy with lust as his hands caressed your body, slowly beginning to remove your clothes. His cheeks reddened as he said, "I, uhh, just wanna warn ya... I'm prolly gonna be sayin' some shit that might sound a little, umm... strange?"

As he continued undressing you, you asked, "Wh-What kind of stuff will you be saying? Should I worry?"

"No, baby. Just know that I don't plan on actually, umm... actually put... puttin' my seed inside ya. I'll say it a lot, but I ain't gonna."

"I trust you, Mammoney," you said, smiling at him. Once he'd finished undressing you, you heard him let out a barely audible whimper as his eyes perused your naked form in front of him. Mammon began to undress himself and timidly said, "Get on your back and spread your legs. I need to taste ya."

You did as Mammon asked and laid back on his bed, watching him continue to undress. You weren't sure what kind of blanket was under you, but it was made of the softest material you'd ever felt. The blankets and pillows all around you smelled so good, too; they smelled just like him, a little smoke, a little leather, and a little bit like overpriced cologne.

His glowing eyes looked at you longingly once he was completely undressed. Fuck, his naked demon form was so hot. And his dick was rock hard already. He approached the bed and smirked, "I'm the first demon in heat that you've ever been with, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'll make this absolutely unforgettable for ya," he said, his voice at a low, hypnotic rumble.

Mammon's face was soon between your legs, his tongue circling your clit as his wings flapped slowly and contentedly behind him. The texture of his tongue in his demon form absolutely took your breath away. You grabbed his horns tightly to ground yourself as his tongue began relentlessly licking your wet slit. "Fuck, ya taste so good, Y/N. I missed your taste and scent so much, treasure," he said, pulling his mouth from you only momentarily.

"Hey... wh-what does my scent smell like? I've always wondered, but never felt comfortable enough to ask."

Mammon thought for a moment and replied, "Hmm... it's a human realm drink. Umm... cappuccino? Vanilla cappuccino."

Vanilla cappuccino? Well, okay.

"Mmm, baby," Mammon moaned, looking up from between your legs, "I wanna cum in ya. Let me give ya my babies, Y/N." He crawled up on the bed, his body hovering above your own, and he placed his mouth next to your ear. He whispered, "My beautiful love, I need to fill ya up. I wanna see ya carry my babies. Our babies. Can... can I give 'em to ya?"

"Yes, Mammon," you said, running your fingers through his hair.

"How many cambions do ya wanna have with me? How many babies do ya wanna have with the Avatar of Greed, huh?"

"I wanna have all your babies, Mammon. Don't give them to anyone else. Only me."

You knew you were only talking like that to spur him on, but... something about his words had your mind going wild.

"I wanna see ya carry my babies."

"How many babies do ya wanna have with the Avatar of Greed?"

Hearing him say those things to you just stoked a fire that you didn't realize was already burning inside you.

How would you look with a round tummy, carrying Mammon's little cambions? What would they look like? Would they have spiral horns and bat wings like their daddy? Your hair and his eyes? Or his hair and your eyes?

"NO," you mentally chastised yourself, "No, I'm engaged to another demon. It can't happen. It WON'T happen."

Mammon continued, his hand slowly caressing your lower stomach, "Please, please lemme fuck a litter into ya, treasure. Lemme fill your wet pussy with my seed. I wanna watch your tummy grow."

"I need you, Mammon. Can you please fuck me?"

He bit his lip apprehensively and said, "I gotta go to my car and get the heat condoms." You raised your eyebrows, "Heat condoms? That... that's a thing?" "Mmm-hmm," Mammon nodded, "They're stronger than regular ones and they have, umm... I dunno if it's an aphrodisiac, but it'll keep ya super lubricated to keep ya from gettin'... umm... friction burns." The last two words were spoken very quickly before Mammon leapt up from the bed to go retrieve them from his car.

Friction burns? FRICTION burns!? What in the hell did you get yourself into!?

When Mammon returned to the bottom of the stairs with a large box of condoms, he hurriedly opened a wrapper and rolled a condom down his erection. Practically jumping into the bed and getting on top of you, he began peppering kisses all over your neck and chest as one of his hands reached down and began rubbing along your wet slit. "You're so wet. Ya feel so ready for me, baby," he cooed, "Are ya ready for my cambions, Y/N? Ya ready to carry my babies?"

"Mmm, yes, Mammoney."

You really wanted to, though.

"Ya want me to fuck that wet pussy full of my cum?"

"Yes, fill me," you whimpered.

Why were you feeling the urge to have him actually impregnate you?

"STOP IT," you mentally chastised yourself again, "WE AREN'T PLAYING THESE GAMES TODAY!"

He slowly entered you and let out a loud, demonic shriek at how good it felt to finally be inside you. Then, he bit his bottom lip, displaying his sharp fangs to you. "You're so fuckin' hot, Mammoney," you said, reaching your hands up and running your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp around the base of his horns. You briefly heard a purring sound start coming from him, which made your eyes light up. He purrs!? Seeing your expression, Mammon let out a nervous little laugh, obviously embarrassed by the unusual sound he had made, and said, "Y-You are, too. Our litter will be so beautiful, Y/N." He cupped your cheek affectionately and gazed into your eyes as he said, "You're my mate, Y/N. Ya know that, right?" You nodded and he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

Mammon then began rocking his hips slowly, indulging in the warmth of your pussy and fucking you into the plush nest he'd made for you on his bed. You brought your hands down to his back and gently ran the tips of your fingernails along the base of his wings. Mammon made the purring noise again and whispered in your ear, "Ya like my wings, treasure?"

"I do."

"Ya know, our babies will have wings like mine."

"Good," you cooed, moving your fingernails from his wings to his back, "I can't wait to have your babies, Mammon."

"Fuck, treasure! Scratch your nails into my back harder."

"B-But, won't your girlfriend see--"

"I don't care," Mammon whined, "Dig your nails in my back, Y/N!"

You did as he asked, aggressively raking your nails down his back. "Yes, treasure," Mammon yelled out, "FUCK! Keep fuckin' doin' that. It feels so good, baby." You scraped your nails down his back again and he then let out a demonic hiss that was equal parts frightening and arousing.

The next time you dragged your nails down his back, Mammon began snapping his hips harshly against yours and kissing your neck. "You're mine. You're mine and don't ya fuckin' forget it," he whimpered, "I ain't lettin' ya go, treasure. And I'm gonna keep fuckin' ya until I've bred this tight lil human pussy."

"I'm all yours. Always."

Mammon smirked; of course you were all his. At this moment, especially, you were all his and he was going to make sure you never forgot that. He began slamming his hips against your own, grabbing your shoulders in a painful grip to brace himself as he fucked you. He watched your expressions of ecstasy; the way your eyes sparkled as you looked up into his eyes felt like it could very well be the death of him. His heart started pounding in his chest and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. How a human could make him feel like this, he still had yet to understand.

Mammon slowed his hips and brought his thumb down to your clit, careful not to stab you with his long nails, and slowly ran his thumb over it in quick circles. Your moans soon reached a heightened crescendo and he said, "Yeah, treasure, cum for me. Cum for me, baby." And did you ever! You came so hard that tears ran from your eyes, streaming down the sides of your face. Mammon smiled at you and ran his rough tongue on each side of your face, tasting the saltiness of your orgasmic tears.

As he thrust into you and you continued your loud moans, Mammon said, "Yeah... yeah, baby... scream for me. Scream... my... name."

"M-MAM-MON," you yelled out as his thrusts picked up speed.

"Yeah, treasure... tell... tell me you're mine."

"Fuck! Yes, Mammon, I'm yours!"

Mammon brought his lips to yours and his dick twitched inside you as he came. "Fuck, I wish I could for real fill your pussy instead of this bullshit-ass condom," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. In reply, you simply began running your fingers through his hair.

You realized that you loved the scent coming off of his hair. Something smelled so good about the mixture of his shampoo and sweat and... something else. What was it? Kind of rich... kind of sweet...

Something that Asmo had said to you early in your stay in the Devildom played in your mind:

"His smells like chocolate and strawberries."

Mammon's scent mark!?

"I can smell you," you quietly said, smiling while you gently scratched his scalp around his horns.

"D-Do I stink or somethin'?"

"No, I think I can smell your scent mark. Is it because you're in heat?"

Mammon lifted his head slightly and looked at you, brow furrowed in confusion. He asked, "How the hell can ya do that? No. No, humans can't smell our scent marks."

"I can, though. Chocolate and strawberries? I love it."

"For real, treasure, how can--"

"Fuckin' delicious," you jokingly interrupted him.

"Delic-- wha!?! The hell is wrong with ya, darlin'? What--"

"Mmm," you jokingly muttered, tilting your head and gently biting your teeth down on one of Mammon's horns.

"GAHHH! THE FAAAACK," Mammon yelled, jumping out of his bed. He started yelling out a bunch of words in what sounded like Infernal. Your eyes perused his body and you realized that he wasn't actually mad at you for biting down on his horn.

In fact... it looked like he really enjoyed it...

New kink: unlocked

You smirked and asked, "Rock hard again already, Mammoney? Ready for round two?"

"Oh, I'm ready for a lotta rounds with ya," Mammon said, removing the old condom and picking up a new one to put on, "And, uh, can ya... can ya do that thing with my horns again?"

"Of course, my love. Anything for you."

Notes:

Note: I HC that some types of demons purr. Personally, I think Mammon, Satan, and Asmo would be the most likely to purr. What do you think?

Chapter 54: They're Definitely Jealous

Summary:

The whole House of Lamentation knows you're with Mammon. Meanwhile, a gift from Diavolo makes you think about the future.

Notes:

CW: sexual dialog, angst, mild degradation (but it's Belphie, so are we even surprised?)

jocular
adjective
joc·u·lar ˈjä-kyə-lər
1: said or done as a joke : characterized by jesting
2: given to jesting : habitually jolly or jocund

You knew going through heat with a demon was going to be a little wild, but your mind shut down after your 20th orgasm that night. You and Mammon had thoroughly christened pretty much every surface in his room, including the walls and the ceiling (apparently, Lucifer wasn't the only demon who could fuck on the ceiling).  When Mammon realized that you were too exhausted to continue, he laid you down in the nest on your side and laid behind you. He was still grabbing at your body and rutting against your ass. You were too tired to care and he'd already cleared that with you earlier in the evening.

The following morning, you awoke to Mammon gently nudging you. He was sitting in the nest, drinking a bottle of water and looking at his D.D.D.  You grumbled, "You're ready again, Mammoney?"  The day was young, but every orifice on your body was tired.  "No, treasure. I-I mean, I am, but I think ya need to rest and hydrate some more," he laughed nervously, "But, anyway, uh... check out the group chat that Lucifer added everyone in the house to."

You reluctantly looked at your D.D.D. and were met with the following dumpster fire of a chat:

Lucifer: Going forward, NO ONE in heat is permitted to monopolize Y/N!

Satan: I knew I smelled something suspicious. Mammon can soundproof the room, but he can't block their scents.

Beel: Yeah, I smelled it last night. But, I just wanna pretend I know nothing about this.

Belphie: So, the whore is being a whore. What's new?

Levi: LOLOL! I don't have time for this normie shit tyvm.
Levi: I'm putting my D.D.D. on silent.
Levi: If any of you need me for anything, no you don't!

Satan: Which one is the whore, Belphie?  Inquiring minds want to know.

Belphie: Y/N and Mammon are both whores.
Belphie: But... I think you and I know from VERY personal experience which one is the bigger whore, Satan.

Asmo: You have no right to shame two consenting individuals like that, you absolute reprobate.
Asmo: I think it's lovely that Y/N would be willing to help a demon with their heat cycle!

Beel: Yeah, guys. Don't be mean about it.
Beel: I'm just as jealous as all of you, but there's no reason to be disrespectful.

Belphie: That pussy probably looks mad disrespectful right about now...

Lucifer: ENOUGH!  I'm telling you all that no one else is to pull a stunt like this in the future. It doesn't matter who feels what.

Belphie: Well, I think we all know what Mammon's feeling on...

Asmo: Boy, turn your D.D.D. in IMMEDIATELY! You're GROUNDED!

Belphie: Shut up, you crusty bitch.

Asmo: I AM NOT CRUSTY!  I moisturize every day!

Lucifer: Go take a nap somewhere, Belphegor.

Mammon exchanged glances with you before laughing about the messages from his brothers. "Oh, yeah, they're definitely jealous," Mammon said, looking at his phone, a broad, fanged smile on his face.

You looked dreamily at your demon lover. The iridescence that still clung to his skin, the way his eyes glowed, his wings, his horns; he just looked so fucking perfect to you.  Everything about this time spent with him was perfect.

That is, until his phone rang...

The screen of his phone lit up with an apparent selfie of Mammon and Minako kissing passionately; obviously, the picture he had her contact information saved under.  You pretended you didn't see it and went back to looking at your D.D.D.  It wasn't difficult to tell that Mammon was conflicted, not knowing whether the lesser of two evils would be to answer the call in front of you or ignore Minako and deal with the repercussions later.  He glanced at you and said, "I, uh... I-I gotta take this," before he rose from the bed and walked up the stairs, heading in the direction of his car.

You heard his semi-whispering voice fading as he walked up the stairs, "Hey, baby. Yeah. Yeah, I'm doin' a'ight." The door to his car opened and closed and you no longer heard his voice.

Okay, so that stung a little bit. "hEy, BaBy." Gross...

You angrily dug around the nest you were in and located a bag of candy; some weird Devildom equivalent of jelly beans. They weren't bad, but they crackled in your mouth like Pop Rocks.

Minutes passed and Mammon still wasn't out of his car yet.  You angrily chewed on the crackling candy as the nagging thoughts in the back of your head were getting to you.  "He picked YOU over Minako for his heat. He obviously likes you more," you thought, though your thoughts quickly switched, "But, he could easily find some way to get off his phone if he wanted to.  They've been talking for, like, twenty minutes and he hasn't come back down yet.  What the fuck are they even talking about!?" You sighed and had to remind yourself that you and Mammon were each in your own separate relationships and you shouldn't have been getting as jealous as you were.

A short few minutes later, when Mammon finally came back downstairs, he could see how upset you were. You had reclined back in the nest, watching DevilTube and not even bothering to look at him. "L-Look, uh, treasure," he said, awkwardly staring down at the floor, "I'm sorry 'bout that. I figured that she might show up at the house if I didn't answer."  You acknowledged him with a vacant "hmm" as you continued looking at your D.D.D., not even making eye contact. "Dammit, Y/N," Mammon said as he got back into the nest with you, "I'm talkin' to ya. I know I was rude.  I'm sorry.  Last thing we need is for her to come over, though!"

"If you're so worried about Minako, maybe you should've had her stay with you instead," you said flatly, still not looking at him.  Tired of the way you were acting, Mammon leaned over and grabbed your chin, turning your head so you would face him, "I didn't wanna be with her for this. But, I also don't wanna have her showin' up and botherin' us."  You glanced away from Mammon for a few moments before acknowledging that he had a point; from what you knew about Minako, she was definitely the type that would show up when her presence wasn't wanted or needed.

You sighed and asked, "Can you blame me for being jealous?"

"No, darlin'," Mammon said, resting his hand on the side of your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb, "I don't blame ya.  I get it.  I mean, it's prolly the same way I feel about you and Lord Diavolo."  You nodded in agreement. Mammon smiled lovingly at you and said, "I'm good for a lil while and I know your body's prolly feelin' real tired. Do ya wanna cuddle? Maybe watch a movie or somethin'?"

"Only if I get to pick."

"But, ya always pick!  It's my turn!"

"Alright, alright. Whatever, Mammoney."

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You stayed in Mammon's room through Sunday afternoon, still helping him work through his heat; fuck, sleep, cuddle, repeat. The heat hadn't completely passed yet, but your presence with him definitely shortened his heat and left him reasonably sated.

As you entered your room Sunday afternoon (after just barely being able to hobble your ass down the stairs), you began to head in the direction of your bathroom to wash off the scent marks that Mammon had left on your skin; however, you noticed two beautifully-wrapped boxes sitting on your bed. One had shiny black paper and a big, purple bow on it; the other was wrapped in a high-quality paper that was very specific to packages that came directly from Lord Diavolo. "Okay, I've GOT to see what this is,," you thought, unwrapping the mysterious black box.

You opened it to find... a big random piece of fabric? You unfolded it and found that it had two strings on it, making it look like something you would tie around yourself. It wasn't until you saw the little note that was in the bottom of the box that you figured it out. Written in black calligraphy on a small piece of parchment paper:

"Here is a cape.
A gift for the Super Ho."

The card wasn't signed, but you already knew who sent it. You'd recognize that fancy writing anywhere; a font that was uncharacteristically neat and formal by comparison to the demon from whom it originated. You immediately pulled out your D.D.D. and sent a message.

You: Listen here, you little garbage bitch...

Belphie: Sounds like you must have gotten my little present.  How did you know it was me?

You: You write like a professional calligrapher. It's fucking flabbergasting.
You: You think you're sooooo funny.
You: Anyway, fuck you!

Belphie: That would be nice, Y/N.  It HAS been a while.  Why don't you wear that cape the next time you're riding my cock?
Belphie: I'd come see you now, but your pussy lips are probably just hanging there, dangling in the breeze like a wizard sleeve.
Belphie: I've got to give them a few days to snap back into shape, Merlin.

You: Oh, shut up.

Belphie: Never.  Be sure to get your rest, slut!  I'm sure you need it.

You didn't even bother responding to him, immediately turning your attention to the box from Diavolo. You opened it to find a pair of thigh-high black fishnet stockings and... wait... that was it? As with the box from Belphie, this one also had a note on the bottom of the box. The note read:

"My Dearest,
These days without you have felt like years. I've sent you these stockings in hopes that you can take some pictures for me wearing only these. I love the pictures you sent me last week, but I'm truly craving the sight of you in these.
Dearest, my need for you is growing ever stronger. I do wish to wed you soon, Y/N. I've spent this whole heat agonizing over how much I wish to impregnate you. Perhaps we can formally, publicly court each other in the near future? We'll speak about it the next time I am able to see you in private.
With all my love, 
Diavolo"

You stared apprehensively at the note, wondering what publicly dating Diavolo would be like. Would you be confined to the House of Lamentation the whole time? Surely, there would be angry demons and demonesses who would be out to kill you out of pure jealousy. You'd been in the Devildom for about five months already and still got dirty looks from your classmates for just being in their presence.

You weren't even remotely ready for this...

Chapter 55: A Moment To Fully Awaken

Summary:

The consequences of your actions over the last few months have finally caught up with you. 

Notes:

CW: angst, onset of a medical emergency (?)

Verity
noun
ver·i·ty ˈver-ə-tē
1: the quality or state of being true or real
2: something (such as a statement) that is true

You were sitting in Infernal class about a week and a half later. Truth be told, you were not paying a bit of attention to the professor and were just zoning out. Diavolo had texted you that morning to tell you that his heat was over and he was returning to school. He wanted to see you after your final class of the day.  You figured it was going to be to discuss dating publicly.  Or, he just wanted to fuck. Honestly... you weren't sure you were ready for either.  Maybe, you could just convince him to--

"Y/N," the angry voice of your professor snapped you back into reality, "DO YOU CARE TO SHARE WHAT YOU'RE DAYDREAMING ABOUT!?"

This particular professor had been a raging cuntbag the whole semester; fortunately, not just to you.  You glanced around and saw your classmates all staring at you, including Asmo and Mammon; Asmo's eyes were wide as saucers and Mammon looked agitated about how the professor had spoken to you.

The professor continued, "Go ahead and stand up, Y/N.  Enlighten us on what makes a human's mind tick."

Hold the fuck up... that sounded more than a little degrading...

Steeling yourself, you quickly rose from your seat and opened your mouth to speak... but, nothing came out. You made eye contact with the professor momentarily, but noticed their expression go from smug satisfaction to apprehension.

They were saying something to you. What was it?  All you could hear was the pounding of your own heartbeat and the rushing of blood in your ears.  And why was the room suddenly so cold?  You looked in the direction of Mammon, who was getting up out of his seat to come over to you, a look of abject fear on his face.  Hoping to get the pounding in your head to subside, you closed your eyes for a moment.

Or, you thought it was just a moment...

The next thing you saw was a bright light shining in your eyes. The school's doctor was standing over you, checking your pupils.  They turned the light off and backed away. It took you a few moments to figure out where you even were.  Everything felt fuzzy, like being trapped in a dream; however, your head did feel like it was on fire. You could recognize that you were on a cot in the infirmary... and there was a doctor standing next to you... a nurse was next to them... and Mammon was sitting in a chair nearby.

Mammon let out a small gasp. "She's up! She's up," Mammon exclaimed, standing up.  The nurse gently grabbed him and said, "She's still a little drowsy.  You'll need to give her a moment to fully awaken."

You looked at the doctor and asked, "What... what am I doing here?"  The doctor sighed and said, "Well, according to Mammon, you stood up in class and you immediately went pale. Your mouth was moving like you were speaking, but no sound was coming out.  Your lips then turned a grayish-blue, which I believe human doctors call 'cyanosis.'  Then, you closed your eyes and fell to the floor."  The doctor stroked the side of your head gently and explained,
"You did also hit your head on the way to the floor." You looked over at Mammon and he nodded.

You asked, "What happened to me?"

"Well, we're still checking you," the doctor explained, putting the stethoscope in their ears and pressing it to your chest, "Take deep breaths for me."

You did as instructed. The doctor nodded after listening to your breathing.  They said, "Sounds normal for a human.  Let me check your abdomen."

They pressed the stethoscope to your upper right abdomen, nodded, and muttered "mmm-hmm"...

... then your upper left abdomen, nodded, and muttered "mmm-hmm"...

... then, your lower right abdomen...

... they didn't nod...

... they didn't "mmm-hmm"...

The doctor proceeded to press the stethoscope to other areas of your lower abdomen.  Still, there was no nod.  In fact, when the doctor removed the stethoscope they cleared their throat, their face turning stoic.  They pressed down on your lower stomach and uttered, "Mmm."

"Well, I've likely found the reason for the fainting," they said, "How long have you been residing in the Devildom, Y/N?"

"Oh, umm... I've been here for about five months or so."

"Have you gone back to the human world during your stay?"

"I mean, I do occasionally go back there. I'm always accompanied and I only stay there for an hour or two. Usually, it's just to get some of my personal belongings and handle some small things.  Wh-Why?"

The doctor sighed, "You're with cambion. You'd have to see a specialist, but you could be as far along as about three months. It varies, depending on the size of the litter."  You and Mammon exchange uneasy glances.

"Cambion?  LITTER!?  B-But... I just got my period recently."

The doctor looked a little disappointed as they explained that cambion pregnancies occasionally form independent of the human's reproductive system, the demon's sperm occasionally guiding an egg away from its usual path to the uterus.  The doctor glared at Mammon, possibly perceiving him as the father, and said, "I can excuse a human for being unaware of this... but, I wish demons already knew this." Mammon's face turned red with embarrassment and the doctor sighed, continuing, "Unfortunately, there is a significant gap in education regarding demon-to-human reproduction and regarding cambion pregnancies, being that there is more of a focus of abstaining from interspecies sex than doing so safely.  As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Lord Diavolo, himself, had no idea."

Based on the last few months, you were pretty sure he had no clue.

Or... did he?

With a defeated sigh, you asked, "You said... up to three months?"

"Possibly," the doctor explained, "If you have one cambion fetus, I'd place you at three months; however, if you have a litter of five or six, for example, I'd place you much earlier in the pregnancy."

"Three months," you silently reflected, "That's going all the way back to that one weekend at Diavolo's castle."

Lifting your head, you looked at your stomach and asked the doctor, "How can you even tell!?"  "I can hear several heartbeats," the doctor said. You practically screamed "S-Several!? Several heartbeats!? How? WHAT?" The doctor gently grabbed your hand and brought it down to just above your pubic bone, pressing your fingers down. They gently moved your fingers back and forth as they continued to press down.

You could feel it.

A strange, small lump, probably the size of a golf ball, was hiding inside.

You were no doctor, but it seemed a little fucking weird to be able to feel some random pregnancy so distinctly.  As if reading your mind, the doctor explained, "This pregnancy is tethered to the front of your uterus, but will merge with your uterus later on.  Though, be mindful that cambion and demon fetuses are very small compared to humans.  A healthy, full-term cambion or demon spawn is usually small enough to be able to fit in the palm of your hand.  Now, once they're born, they do grow rapidly."  The doctor removed their hand from yours, but you kept gently moving your hand around, feeling the unfamiliar lump inside you.

In other words, all human reproductive logic has completely vacated the chat...

You didn't realize you were hyperventilating until Mammon grabbed onto your hand and held it tenderly. "Shh. I'm here," he whispered, "Just breathe, treas-- uh, Y/N."  He blushed after correcting himself.  The doctor appraised Mammon's actions and asked, "Mammon, were you the one to sire this pregnancy?"  Mammon's face turned red, probably hot enough to be able to cook an egg on the poor man's forehead.  His eyes went wide and he said, "WHA--!? I'm j-just her guardian!  N-No, no, I'm not... they aren't... I DIDN'T!"

You and Mammon both knew that was a lie. It was very much a possibility.

"I see.  Well, then," the doctor turned their attention back to you, "You're fortunate to be staying at the House of Lamentation.  I'm sure Satan or Lucifer would have at least a book or two about the intricacies of a cambion pregnancy."

Satan?  Lucifer?  Fuck, it could be either of them, too!

Not to mention Diavolo?  Belphie? This was a whole fucking disaster!

Is this why you'd been a little moody and aggressive lately?

Is this why you had been able to smell Mammon's scent mark a couple of weeks prior?

So... this was it, then.  The consequences of your actions over the last few months had finally caught up with you. 

Notes:

The scandal, child, the scandal. 🥴

Just FYI, this won't end well within the next few chapters. If you're not in a headspace to handle this, come back at chapter 58. Everything will kind of be recapped at the beginning of that chapter.

Chapter 56: I Don’t Think I Could Ever Move On From You

Summary:

Mammon decides he wants to run away with you. You decide you don't want to be a human anymore. The both of you don't expect for things to take a turn for the worse.

Notes:

CW: vaginal sex, a little bit of a praise kink, mentions of blood, body horror (I guess?)

transmute
verb
trans·mute tran(t)s-ˈmyüt tranz-
1: to change or alter in form, appearance, or nature and especially to a higher form

"So, whose, uh... whose babies are they," Mammon quietly asked.

The both of you had returned to the House of Lamentation and were sitting together on your bed.  The doctor had recommended that you go on temporary bed rest until you were able to see a specialist and Mammon, of course, was more than happy to take the opportunity to skip the rest of his classes for the afternoon.

"I dunno.  I can narrow it down, but not by a lot.  I'm just scared, baby.  What am I supposed to do?  It could be Diavolo's," you hid your face in your hands and continued, "But, it could be yours... o-or Satan's... or Belphie's... or... fuck, I've made so many stupid decisions lately."

Mammon draped his arm over your shoulder and said, "Treasure, ya know I ain't gonna judge ya for any of that.  Bein' with a lotta partners is normal for demons."

"Sure, but is it common for demonesses to not know who their children's father is!?  Why not just put me on a fucking reality show!?  We can start a whole-ass DevilTube channel around it!  Let's call it 'Who's My Demon Baby Daddy?' or... or..." you rose from the bed and began pacing around the room, frantically laughing and crying at the same time.

Mammon rose from your bed and put his hands on your cheeks.  He looked you in the eyes and said, "Run away with me, treasure.  We can get in my car and never have to come back."

"B-But, these might... not be your babies."

"I don't care.  I love ya and I'll love them," Mammon put a hand on your tummy, "Even if they're the kids of one of my brothers, even if they're the kids of Lord Diavolo.  No matter what, they're still your babies; part of you. If they ain't mine or whatever, it's fine.  We can still go on to make our own babies together later.  I want us to have a family, treasure.  Let's go.  Come with me.  We'll go to the furthest ends of the Devildom. We'll find, I dunno, a lil cottage in the countryside or--"

"What about Minako?"

"I ain't worried about her!  She can move on from me, but I don't think I could ever move on from you."

"Turn me."

Mammon had a confused look on his face as he slowly put his hands on your shoulders and gently spun you around so you were facing away from him.

Did... did that fool just LITERALLY... turn you... around...

You spun back around and affectionately said, "No, dummy, I mean turn me into a demoness."

"WHAAA?!"

"If we leave, I'll stick out like a sore thumb.  Everyone here will be looking for a missing human, right?  If I, I dunno, become a demoness and cut and color my hair or whatever, people might not be able to tell it's me.  Plus, 'furthest ends of Devildom' sounds really dangerous for a human.  And don't try to tell me you can't turn humans into demonesses because I know you can!"

"Oh, do ya, now?"

"I do," you said.  One of the first things you'd secretly wondered after you had come into the Devildom was whether you could be turned into a demon.  After some research in the library, you determined that it was entirely possible for a demon to turn a human into a demon... assuming they didn't end up eating you first.  At this point, you trusted Mammon to not eat you.

He sat back down on your bed, pondering what you'd said.

The elephant in every room at every single discussion that involved you marrying Diavolo was the fact that you were undeniably a mortal; no one ever brought it up with Diavolo, but it was always in the back of the minds of Mammon and his brothers.  Had Diavolo been planning on turning you into a demoness later on during your stay?  Did he just want to marry you, knowing you would die at some point within the next hundred years?  Sure, there were sorcerers who lived much longer than a typical human, but you likely couldn't be one of them.  Did Diavolo just plan to marry a new human every century or so?  Mammon's gaze turned to you.

Mammon didn't want to lose you to your own mortality.

But... if you were a demoness, he'd never have to worry about that ever again.

What could possibly go wrong, right?

Right?

"Okay, okay.  But, I think I should be... inside ya while I turn ya," Mammon said, a blush suddenly dusting his cheeks.

"You'll do it!?  Wait, so I have to be fucking a demon to get turned into one?"

"N-Not necessarily.  I ain't never turned a human before, but some of my brothers have at some point.  I remember hearin' from Asmo and Belphie about how they turned humans, like, centuries ago.  I know I gotta cut my hand and cut your hand and, umm, the whole thing is just gonna be kinda painful for ya.  I figure my big demon cock would be a good distraction from the pain," a devious little smirk showed on his face.

Belphie?  Ol' hater-of-humans Belphie had turned a human?  Maybe you'd ask him about that later...

You nodded in agreement and Mammon continued, "A'ight, then.  Lemme go get my pocket knife outta my room.  I'll be right back."

After he left, you nervously paced back and forth in your room.  So you were going to become a demoness?  You felt your heart pounding in your chest.  What then?  Were you and Mammon going to leave that night?  What would you wear?  What should you pack?  Mammon's car was pretty small, so you probably couldn't bring much.  What would it be like living in the Devildom countryside?  You made a mental note of where your important belongings were so you would be ready to leave as soon as all was said and done.

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A little later on, Mammon was sitting in your bed in his demon form.  He leaned back against your headboard and had just barely pulled his pants down, releasing his hard dick.  "I need ya on me, baby," Mammon said.  You got on your knees on your bed and crawled over to Mammon, straddling him.  With a cheeky smirk, he reached down and ran his claw across the gusset of your panties, ripping them so he could feel your wetness pressing against the length of his dick.

You rolled your hips to coat his erection in your wetness.  "Fuck, baby," he groaned, "You're always so fuckin' perfect and wet for me."

He lifted your hips slightly so he could line himself up properly with your entrance.  As he lowered you onto his length, both of you groaned in pleasure.  He bit his bottom lips, showing his sharp, sexy fangs.

Looking into your eyes, Mammon quietly asked, "Are ya really ready for this?"

"Yeah."

"Ya sure?  Like, absolutely for real for real?  Cuz there ain't no comin' back."

"I know.  I'm sure."

Mammon grabbed his pocket knife and made a shallow cut across the palm of his right hand.  He presented the blade of the knife to you and instructed you to lick his blood off of it.  You cautiously ran your tongue along the blade of the knife to taste his blood; it tasted metallic, as expected, but had a strangely sweet under taste to it.  Mammon then grabbed your left hand and said, "Don't be scared, treasure."  He made a shallow cut across the palm of your hand and you let out a brief cry of pain, but tried to remind yourself to trust the process.  Mammon brought the blade of the knife to his mouth and licked your blood off of it; he hummed in pleasure, at the taste.  Then, Mammon placed his palm against your own, making sure to line the cut on your palm up with his, and he laced his fingers with yours.  He said what you assumed to be a quick incantation in Infernal and his eyes briefly glowed as brightly as they did during his heat.

He leaned back a little more and used his free hand to push your skirt up around your waist so he could watch your bodies connect.  As you began to gently move your hips, he brought his thumb down to rub your clit, careful not to injure you with his claws.  "Concentrate on this," he said, his eyes looking seductively into yours as his hips matched the motions of your own.

You soon felt a warmth start in your palm.  It slowly crawled from your hand through your arm.  As soon as the heat reached your chest, you felt your heart speed up.  The warmth then quickly spread through your torso before shooting down through your legs.  At first, the warmth wasn't unpleasant; however, a wave of fire soon went through you.  It began in your chest and shot through each limb.  With every pump of your heart, you felt like a wave of fire was shooting through your veins.  You tried rolling your hips, but you weren't able to move with the intensity of the burning you were feeling.

Trust the process.

Mammon stopped rubbing your clit and asked, "How, uh, how do ya feel?  Are ya feelin' alright?"  You couldn't hold back tears that started running down your face, your cheeks then painted with small streams of mascara-tinted tears.  You lied, "Y-Yeah, I... I'm fine."

No. You absolutely were not fine; you felt like your body was burning from the inside out.

Trust the process...

You could no longer hold back your whimpers of pain.  "Shh, baby. It's okay," Mammon whispered, trying to comfort you, "You're doing so well, treasure. You're so perfect; you're my everything."  His hand moved from between your bodies to your ass, moving his hand in circles in an effort to comfort you.  Mammon then moved his hips slightly, trying to get you to focus on pleasure instead of the pain your body was experiencing.

As the burning began to subside, your pained whimpers turned into moans of pleasure.  "There ya go!  That's my girl," Mammon said, smiling and pressing kisses to your neck, "You're almost there, baby."

You were able to begin moving your hips with his again.  The burning had turned to a pleasant tingle.

This tingle didn't last long before you felt a headache begin.  A new wave of tears was pouring from your eyes.  It felt as though your scalp was ripping apart.

Trust... the process...

You didn't immediately realize it, but that was exactly what was happening.  As your horns emerged for the first time, they had to tear through your flesh.  Mammon looked up at the top of your head, watching as two horns that matched his own emerged from your head.

Next, you had two black butterfly wings that unfurled; though, not before completely ripping through the skin of your back.  A scream that you almost couldn't even recognize as your own left your lips as you felt your flesh separate.

Fuck this process...

You couldn't see the wings too clearly in your peripheral vision, but you could feel a tingle as your new appendages twitched and fluttered anxiously.  Mammon's wings also began moving in response to yours, almost as though your wings and his were communicating with each other of their own volition.

As with the other demons, there was an outfit to accompany your new form.  You were instantly wearing a form-fitting, sleeveless dress of black snakeskin, fingerless leather gloves, and a pair of boots that matched Mammon's.  You had no demon birthmark to speak of; however, both of your shoulders now sported a dermal piercing with a dime- sized pear cut citrine stone.

Mammon's cock twitched inside you as he took in your demon form, incredibly aroused by your appearance.  He pulled the top of your dress down so he could see your breasts.  "Fuck, you're so fuckin' hot, baby.  Open your mouth," Mammon said, "Lemme see your fangs, treasure."  You ran your tongue along your teeth and realized that you did have little fangs now.  When your mouth opened, Mammon bit his bottom lip and made a strained noise.  "When we get wherever we're goin' when we leave, I'm markin' ya as mine and ya better mark me as yours," he said.

As you nodded, Mammon felt something crawling on his wrist.  His eyes widened as he looked down and realized that you also had a fluffy, cat-like tail that had found itself comfortably wrapped around his wrist.  Apparently, when you felt the skin of your back burning, a tail had also emerged with your wings.  "Look at ya.  Ya got your own built-in furry handcuff and everythin' now. And I wish ya could see your wings cause they're the most beautiful wings I've ever seen, treasure.  And ya got the same horns as me."

You brought your hands up to your head, feeling your horns.  It sent an almost indescribable tingle through your head.  You instantly understood why Mammon liked it when you bit down on his horns...

Mammon continued on, "And fuck, you're so wet. You're so..."

Mammon stopped speaking as he looked where your bodies were joined together, "Y-You're... blood!  There's blood."

You looked down.

Yes, there was blood.

There was a lot of blood. 

Notes:

The next chapter will come with a huge warning for blood, angst, pregnancy loss, etc. If you think it might be too much for you, skip the next chapter. All of the important details will be recapped in 58.

Chapter 57: Please, Just Breathe.

Summary:

Everything happens for a reason.

Notes:

TW: BLOOD, PREGNANCY LOSS

 

While it's not very descriptive or graphic in nature, if you don't think you can handle the subject matter, please don't read this chapter. You're smart people and you know your current mental/emotional limitations.

fleeting
adjective
fleet·ing ˈflē-tiŋ
: passing swiftly

As Mammon slowly pulled out of you, a torrent of blood ran from between your legs.  You screamed and Mammon quickly grabbed you and ran into the bathroom with you in his arms.

He sat you on the bathroom floor, unsure whether to put you in the bathtub or on the toilet.  He adjusted his clothing while he looked through the bathroom cabinets for... well, truthfully, he had no idea what he was looking for.  He assumed there had to be something to help you and that he'd know it when he saw it.

Either way, you didn't want to be on the goddamn floor; however, before you could find the strength to speak, pain washed over the entire lower half of your body as you let out an inhuman shriek. You felt your wings painfully twitch.

Mammon rushed back over to you.  He quickly sat down and wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair and whispering in your ear, "I've got ya, my treasure.  I'm here.  I've got ya.  Breathe, treasure.  Please, just breathe."

"FUCK, THIS HURTS," you screamed.  Mammon offered you his hand and said, "Squeeze my hand.  Bite me.  Do whatever ya gotta do."  He immediately regretted his offer when you laced your fingers with his and squeezed his hand in an absolute death grip.  That new demonic strength of yours hadn't hesitated to emerge with your transformation.

The last thing you'd remember was letting out another blood-curdling scream.  It was then that everything went black.

Along with your consciousness, your demon form had retracted and you were back to your regular human self in your regular human school uniform.  Mammon's demon form retracted, as well, as he held you in his arms.

Your scream had alerted Lucifer, Satan, and Beel (who was carrying a passed- out Belphie on his back), all of whom had apparently just returned to the house from school.  The group had exchanged uneasy glances before running in the direction of your room.

They burst through your bedroom door and saw a trail of blood from your bed to the bathroom, where Mammon still sat on the floor with you.

"Mammon," Beel yelled, throwing Belphie onto your bedroom floor like a sack of potatoes, "What's going on!?  Is she okay?"

"Of course she ain't!   She's, I dunno, miscarryin' or somethin'.  There's a lotta blood," Mammon's strong facade started to falter as his voice cracked, "She's hurtin' real bad.  I dunno h-how to help her."  Tears began flowing freely down his cheeks as he rocked you in his arms, running his hands through your hair and whispering in your ear, "I'm so sorry, treasure.  I'm so sorry.  Stay with me, baby.  PLEASE stay with me."

Lucifer had an uncharacteristic look of fear on his face as he breathlessly spoke, "I was not aware of that.  She is... she was... pregnant?  How... how far along?"  Satan slowly glared at Lucifer and observed, "Mmm.  You seem particularly impassioned about this development, Lucifer.  Is there something you'd like to share with us?"

"Fuck you, Satan," Lucifer yelled.

Mammon answered, "Like, I dunno, maybe about three months... maybe less.  That's what the doctor said."

Satan inhaled sharply and asked, "Th-Three months, you say?"  As Satan calculated how long it had been since that one very memorable night at The Fall, Lucifer glared at him and smugly remarked, "Looks like you have something you'd like to share, as well."  It was apparent that Satan was trying to refrain from releasing his demon form, fighting every wrathful bone in his body; the last thing that would help you was for all of them to take on their demon forms. "Only for Y/N," Satan thought, reflecting on the only reason he didn't switch to his demon form and try to choke Lucifer with his tail in that moment, "Only for her."

Belphie began grumbling something from the floor and Lucifer yelled, "If you dare to make any disparaging remarks about her, so help me, I will personally cut your tail off and make stew with it,  Belphegor!"  Sitting up, Belphie said, "Chill the fuck out with your bullshit, motherfucker!  Nobody was talking to you.  I was telling Satan to think of a healing spell."  Belphie and Lucifer looked at Satan, waiting for him to think of one.  Taking a deep breath, Satan tried to come up with a good one; one that would protect and heal and, hopefully, stop the excessive amount of blood loss.

Meanwhile, Mammon and Beel were working to get you out of your bloodied clothing.  "I didn't know humans could pass out o-or bleed this much from this kind of thing," Beel said, his voice heavy with concern.  Beel did happen to notice that the gusset of your panties was cut, but figured this was neither the time, nor the place, to ask about it.  Similarly, Mammon knew that this was neither the time, nor the place, to correct his brother that you were no longer a human.  Shaking the thought from his head, Mammon muttered, "She passed out in class earlier today, too.  Before this... happened."

When Satan came into the bathroom, you were unclothed and in the empty bathtub, Mammon sitting behind you in the tub to keep you in an upright position.  Satan cautiously brought his hands down to your stomach and began reciting a spell in Infernal.  The focus was on healing you; the constitution of the blood that was on the floor and on your clothes was an unfortunate indicator that there was no longer a pregnancy that was also in need of a protection or healing spell.

You couldn't open your eyes, but you felt warm and weightless.  There was no longer any pain in your lower stomach and no sticky residue from blood on your thighs.  Finally, you felt a comfort surrounding you.

As Satan was healing you, Lucifer heard his D.D.D. ringing.  It was none other than Diavolo.  Removing himself from your room, Lucifer walked into the hall and answered, "Yes, Lord Diavolo."

"Lucifer," Diavolo's jovial voice replied, "The school physician came and gave me some fantastic news!"

Lucifer cringed, knowing exactly what Diavolo would have been referring to, but Lucifer did his best to pretend that he knew nothing.  "Fantastic news, Lord Diavolo?  Please do fill me in," Lucifer said.

"The doctor told me that Y/N came in after fainting in one of her classes and was found to be expecting!  They said Y/N was sent home.  Are you at the house right now, by chance?  Is she there?  Ah, no bother.  I'm on my way over right now."

Diavolo didn't even give Lucifer a chance to respond before hanging up the phone.

Lucifer barged back in your bedroom and exclaimed,  "Lord Diavolo is on his way over right now."

Notes:

There's apparently no such thing as patient confidentiality in the Devildom. Doctors can just go telling your medical information to anyone all willy-nilly.

Sorry for any typos. When I wrote and edited parts of this, especially the part about Belphie getting thrown like a sack of potatoes, I was sedated for a dental procedure.

Chapter 58: Don't "Unfortunately" Me, Lucifer Morningstar!

Summary:

Diavolo doesn't exactly take the news well, but he promises to be unconditionally supportive.

Notes:

CW: Mentioned pregnancy loss, general angst, Diavolo trying to be a good fiancé

repudiate
verb
re·pu·di·ate ri-ˈpyü-dē-ˌāt
1: to refuse to accept
2: to reject as untrue or unjust

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For those who skipped the last two chapters: The doctor sent you home, asking Mammon to escort you. Obviously, you have no idea who the father is, but Mammon asks you to run away with him to start a new life and family together. Because it would be dangerous (being a human in the Devildom and all) he agrees to turn you into a demon when you ask him to do so. The strain of the transformation causes you to lose the pregnancy and you pass out from blood loss. Lucifer, Satan, Beel, and Belphie happen to arrive home and learn that you were pregnant and help Mammon to clean and keep you comfortable in your unconscious state. By the time they'd arrived, your demon form had retracted, so no one but Mammon and yourself are aware that you are a demon (yet). Meanwhile, the school's doctor reported your pregnancy to Lord Diavolo (since patient privacy doesn't exist to demons) and he called Lucifer to let him know he is on his way over to see you. I think/hope that summarized all the major plot points in the last two chapters.

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There had been a lot of awkward exchanges between everyone in your bedroom as Mammon, Satan, Lucifer, and Belphie all realized that any one of them could have been the father.  Fortunately, Beel was exempt from this strange guilt since he had been the only one with the wherewithal to pull out every time.

Fortunately, Diavolo decided to walk to the House of Lamentation instead of opening a portal directly inside.  This bought everyone enough time to make sure your bedroom and bathroom were reasonably clean so the smell of your blood wouldn't linger.  In the meantime, Beel had placed you in your bed next to Belphie, who was in the process of falling back asleep.  Belphie wrapped himself around you in hopes of helping you remain asleep.

Mammon nudged Lucifer and whispered, "Do ya think Lord Diavolo'll be mad at the way Belphie is latched onto her like that?"  Lucifer shook his head, "I don't believe so.  Belphegor supposedly hates humans.  If nothing else, he's using his sin to keep Y/N asleep."  Satan added, "It's an undeniable fact that humans need rest to heal."

Again, Mammon found himself struggling to find the ability to tell his brothers that you were no longer human.

When the doorbell rang, the brothers all exchanged glances before Lucifer silently agreed to be the one to answer the door.

Lucifer slowly approached the door, not knowing how to break the news to the demon who he considered to be his best friend.  With a deep inhale and exhale, Lucifer opened the front door and was met with a smiling Diavolo.  Lucifer stood in the doorway, preventing Diavolo from entering.  Lucifer said, "Lord Diavolo, we must speak before you come inside.  Y/N... fell violently ill."

"Yes, well... that's to be expected during pregnancy, is it not?"

"Perhaps that... that is sometimes the case," there were cracks in the veneer of Lucifer's stability as he spoke, "L-Lord Diavolo, you must understand that... that, unfortunately, this... this was a little more than--"

Diavolo's smile slowly disappeared, beginning to understand what Lucifer was alluding to.  Then, his face twisted into an expression of rage as he shook his head and yelled, "Don't 'unfortunately' me, Lucifer Morningstar!  Don't you fucking dare!"

"Lord Diavolo, Y/N is, well... we believe - no, we know - that she is no longer pregnant."

"No.  No, I must see her.  Take me to her now," Diavolo spoke loudly, nudging Lucifer out of his way.  With a sigh, Lucifer said, "Very well, Lord Diavolo."

Upon entering your bedroom with Lucifer, Diavolo did happen to catch the small residual scent of your blood in the air.  He also felt a pang of jealousy as he saw Belphie practically wrapped around you on your bed. Lucifer awkwardly explained, "Please don't misunderstand the situation, Lord Diavolo, but Belphie is--"

"H-He's helping her to... to stay asleep," Diavolo quietly finished Lucifer's thought.  Lucifer said, "Yes.  Satan used a spell to heal her; or, rather, that's what we're figuring.  Unfortunately, we can't exactly see what is happening within her womb to know how well she has healed."

"I understand," Diavolo quietly said.  Beel reached down and pulled the sleeping potato sack of a demon from around you and carried him off to their room, allowing Diavolo space on the bed to sit next to you.

"I'll be taking her back to the castle with me," Diavolo solemnly said, breaking the awkward silence that had suddenly enveloped the room, "I want her to stay with me until she's properly healed." "Lord Diavolo," Satan began, looking at your sleeping form, "are you certain that she would be better off there?  I'm not trying to question your judgement on the matter, but I know it would be easier for the seven of us here to alternate caring for her.  We know you're quite busy, being at the end of the semester and all."  Lucifer agreed with Satan, but Diavolo said, "While that does make sense, I believe the accommodations in her room at the castle are somewhat more comfortable and are definitely more quiet.  Plus, I would like to be with her when she awakens.  I am her fiancé, after all-" Diavolo cast a brief glare in Mammon's direction, punctuated by a smug smirk "-and I want to make sure she knows that I'm here for her... unconditionally."

Satan said, "Fair enough.  Well, I have some studying I must do.  I'll see myself out.  And, Lord Diavolo, please do let me know if you have any issues that I can assist with."  Diavolo gave a quick, affirmative nod before Satan left your room.

Mammon stretched and said, "Well, I'mma head out."  He quickly walked in the direction of the door, but Diavolo snapped, "Wait!"

Mammon turned to look at Diavolo, who asked, "You were with her when she fainted in class?"

"Yeah?  Me and Asmo both were."

"Did you notice anything prior to her fainting?  Anything that would have stressed her out?  Anything that could have caused this?"

Mammon reflected on their class that afternoon and said, "No.  Well, the professor was bein' a douche lord.  They made her stand up because she wasn't payin' attention or somethin'.  It happened before she fainted, b-but I... I dunno if that's actually what caused the miscarriage."  Quietly, Diavolo asked, "And what class was this?"

"Infernal."

"Ah, Infernal.  Okay.  Thank you," Diavolo said, a murderous look in his eyes.  When he said nothing else, Mammon took that as a hint to leave the room.

After everyone else had left, Lucifer asked, "Lord Diavolo, I must ask... were you not concerned about the paternity of this pregnancy?"

"Not at all.  I honestly don't know that demons who are former angels have the capacity to create life."

Lucifer, not knowing whether to be intrigued or insulted, asked, "Wh-What do you mean, Lord Diavolo?"

"Well, I've never known anyone of your particular background to have reproduced.  In the millennia since your Fall, there have been hundreds of other former angels to follow in your footsteps of becoming demons.  I mean, I could be wrong; have any of your brothers fathered children?"

"No, not to my knowledge," Lucifer muttered.

"Have any of you ever tried?"

"No.  At least, I'd hope not.  My brothers don't really have a single iota of paternal instinct among the lot of them."

Diavolo took you into his arms, bridal style, and grabbed your D.D.D. off your nightstand.  He sternly said, "I'll take her with me now.  I'll keep you updated, Lucifer."  Lucifer nodded as Diavolo opened a portal to the castle and stepped through it with you.

Lucifer pondered Diavolo's words, "I've never known anyone of your particular background to have reproduced."

If true, this would definitely be a startling revelation.

Notes:

For real, please let me know if there are any typos. I was editing this while I was on a work call, so I probably missed a thing or two. 🥴🥴🥴

Q&A:

Who was the baby daddy?
Your guess is as good as mine, tbh. 💀

When will everyone else find out you're a demon?
Over time, they'll find out. Some will find out in more interesting ways than others...

Why did the number of chapters go up so much?
Honestly, this whole thing started out as a 20-chapter story I came up with when I was three sheets to the wind, but these plot bunnies really do just run wild. We actually still have a long way to go...

Why are updates slow?
I work between 50-60 hours a week, not including commute time. Then, I got these wild-ass kids, too? A bitch is tired. Send help. 😭

Other places where I reside:
Instagram, TikTok, Tumblr, Reddit... I'm aprilokeard everywhere.

Chapter 59: Every Now and Then, the School Needs Some Cleansing.

Summary:

That night, there's an interesting revelation at the House of Lamentation. The following morning, there will be an even more interesting revelation at RAD.

Notes:

CW: vague mention of child loss, angst, supportive fluff, allusion of murder

disconcert
verb
dis·con·cert ˌdis-kən-ˈsərt
1: to throw into confusion
2: to disturb the composure of

That night, dinner at the House of Lamentation was quite awkward.  All seven brothers sat in relative silence, Asmo and Levi having been made privy to the earlier events upon their own return home after school.  The dining room was filled with the echoing clink and clatter of silverware and glasses, but no conversation whatsoever.  Well, Lucifer wasn't having it; there were discussions that needed to be had.

"Do any of you have children that I'm unaware of," Lucifer abruptly asked.  All of the other brothers exchanged glances as the room went completely silent.

That is, until Mammon yelled, "The fuck kinda fucked up ass question is that, Lucifer!?  The fuck!?"  Belphie also spoke up, "Yeah, I don't usually agree with Village Idiot, but I second that.  Why would you ask such a fucked up question?  Especially tonight!"  Satan scowled and added, "Yes, given the events of today, I think that's a rather ill-timed question, Lucifer."  There was then an eruption of conversation and, just as Lucifer was about to defend his choice of topic, Beel muttered, "I did."

Every eye in the room was instantly on Beel.  It was very telling that even Belphie had a look of shock on his face.

Lucifer closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply.  He was about to speak when Mammon blurted, "Goddamn, Beel!  Well, where're they at?  Ya didn't eat 'em, didja?"

Beel's expression fell and he said, "No, Mammon, I didn't eat my own child.  It was a long, long time ago.  It was probably the first or second time that a few of us went into the human realm after we first came to the Devildom.  I met a human and... fell in love."  Beel looked around and realized his brothers were waiting for him to continue with his story, "L-Later, well, she gave birth to a cambion.  The child and I were never close because they were embarrassed of their demon background.  Anyway, cambion, umm... they aren't immortal, so they don't live as long as we do.  The child actually died many centuries ago."  The table was eerily silent as Beel finished, "That's why I've always been very cautious about not fathering any children since then.  Loss of a child is dreadful, even one that you scarcely got to know."

There was a heavy silence at the table, particularly between Lucifer, Belphie, and Satan; however, Mammon took Beel's statement particularly hard. Even one that you scarcely got to know.  "Fuck this," Mammon yelled, standing up so abruptly that his chair fell back to the floor, "I didn't come down here to keep relivin' this.  Ya think I wanna keep thinkin' 'bout what coulda been with Y/N?  I'm goin' upstairs.  Just leave me the fuck alone!"  He was out of the room before anyone could say otherwise.

Meanwhile, you were just waking up.  You tried to blink the cloudiness in your eyes away.  You... weren't in your room?  Bits and pieces of your memory came back as you stared up at the canopy above you; it looked familiar, but you were still a bit disoriented.

You were pregnant and Mammon had turned you into a demon... right?  Wait... no, weren't pregnant, right? That happened... but, still a demon, though.  Hold on... had Mammon put you in the car and driven the both of you off to the countryside like you'd talked about?

With a smile, you quickly sat up and you looked around for him; however, you ended up mildly disappointed when it clicked that you were actually in Diavolo's bedroom.  In fact, Diavolo was lying in the bed next to you.  He was asleep on his back, wearing nothing but some loose black sleep pants.

Diavolo had no right to just lay there like that... like a beautifully-carved bronze statue of a man.

Diavolo must have sensed you moving because he groggily opened his eyes and looked at you.  He smiled and moved his arms in a manner that gestured for you to lay your head on his chest.  "Rest your head, dearest dove," he quietly said as you relaxed against him, "I heard of your... the, umm... incident.  When I came to see you, Lucifer told me what had happened.  I'm so sorry that you're going through this."

You said nothing.

"We can try for our little cambions again later," Diavolo said, gently running his fingers through your hair, "The most important thing is that I take care of you until you're well enough, physically and emotionally."

After a second, you realized, "Cambions?  So, that means he doesn't know that I'm not human?!"

Diavolo continued, "A child isn't my priority right now, nor should it be yours.  Your wellbeing is far more important.  I can try for an heir with you later on, but I can't have another beautiful human like you."

You nuzzled into Diavolo's chest, comforted by his words, but wondering how Diavolo didn't know that you were a demon.  He said he'd talked to Lucifer.  Did Lucifer know that you were a demon now?  It was driving you crazy, not knowing who knew and who didn't know... and who knew what, exactly?

You were pulled from your nagging thoughts when Diavolo gently kissed the top of your head.  "I want you to stay here with me until you've healed a little more.  Perhaps a week or so?  I'd love to keep you here longer, love to have you just stay here, but... I'm thinking that having the so-called exchange student living here with me wouldn't have a good outward appearance."

Diavolo gently moved out from under you, making sure your head was gently resting on a pillow before getting up.  "Barbatos is out right now - he had some cleaning up at the school that he had to tend to - so, I'll go to the kitchen to make some tea for you."  You quickly sat up - too quickly, actually - and said, "N-No, don't trouble yourself.  I'm fine."

Turning back to look at you, Diavolo smiled and timidly said, "No, I actually want to.  I love you."

"I... love you, too, Dia."

Diavolo proceeded to take care of you for the rest of the evening.  In addition to making tea for you, he made dinner for you.  He cooked... well, tried to cook... actually, he kind of burned... okay, okay, he cremated the chicken; in his defense, he had only cooked human food a handful of times.  He settled on just making a sandwich for you.

While the both of you were eating at the dining room table late that night, talking about nothing in particular, the both of you heard Barbatos enter the castle.  Diavolo looked toward the doorway as the butler arrived at the dining room.  Speaking to Diavolo, Barbatos said, "Lord Diavolo, I've completed the-" he quickly noticed your presence in the room and seemingly changed the direction of his sentence entirely "-the classroom has been cleaned."

"Very good, Barbatos," Diavolo said, a broad, albeit unsettling, smile on his face.  Barbatos bowed and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I have some personal tidying that I must tend to at the moment."  "Of course, of course," Diavolo said, waving his hand vaguely in Barbatos' direction, "Take all the time you need."

Barbatos left and Diavolo turned back to you and said, "Every now and then, the school needs some... cleansing."

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The following morning at school, Mammon was walking down the hall with Minako, who was prattling on about an upcoming modeling gig of hers.  She was interrupted by Asmo, who bumped into them in the hall.  "Mammon," Asmo exclaimed, "Did you hear that we're exempt from Infernal class for the rest of this semester."

"Huh?  Why?"

"The professor apparently went missing!  They were last seen heading back here last night, long after the last Infernal class of the day, but they never showed up back home last night.  Isn't that wild!?"

Mammon froze for a second before asking, "Does anyone know why they came back last night?"

Asmo shrugged and said, "Their partner said they were called back up here for an impromptu meeting.  They were never seen again."

Mammon almost felt a chill as he remembered the look in Diavolo's eyes when he'd told him that there was an incident between you and the Infernal professor the day before.

"Ya know," Mammon said, "it really ain't that wild."

Notes:

Again, I edited this while I was supposed to be working (don't judge me), so let me know if you see any typos or anything.

I also wanted to acknowledge that the story hit 1,000 kudos since the last chapter. Thank you so much, guys.

Chapter 60: I Do Have a Favor To Ask in Return

Summary:

It's a few weeks later and you realize it's been a while since you were dicked down by a demon...

Notes:

CW: demon sex, vaginal sex, mention of scent marks

salutary
adjective
sal·u·tary ˈsal-yə-ˌter-ē
1: producing a beneficial effect
2: promoting health

It took you a few weeks to fully heal, mentally, physically, emotionally, etc.  It was already a few weeks into the next semester by the time you felt ready to properly socialize with anyone again.  Mammon was still the only one who knew that you were a demon, but neither of you had mentioned it.  The whole thing almost seemed like a fever dream because you hadn't changed into your demon form since that one afternoon.  You'd actually spent a majority of the last few weeks at home in your room; you decided it would be the safest place for you.  Any of the brothers could decide at any moment that they wanted to fight one of the others (or otherwise make their demon forms come out in an attempt to assert dominance).

Regardless, with the desire to socialize again came... other desires.  It had been weeks since a demon had dicked you down, after all.

One horny boring, lazy, Saturday afternoon, you decided that it was time to have an updated demon sex ed lesson with Asmo; it wouldn't hurt to start letting your demons know the truth.

Pulling out your D.D.D., you texted Asmo.

You: Asmo, are you home right now?  I need to talk to you about... stuff...

Asmo: I'm down the street, on a date with this incubus I met on DemonTryst right now.  Honestly, it's going really bad. 
Asmo: Can you call me in about five minutes and tell me there's an emergency at home?
Asmo: They're CLEARLY just letting anybody be an incubus these days.  How're you going to be an incubus, but you chew cookies like a human realm cow chewing cud?

You: Yeah, I can call.
You: Should I cry?

Asmo: Please do.

You: Alright.  I'll talk to you in a bit. 

Several minutes later, after calling Asmo's phone and giving your best dramatic cry, he had arrived back home and was knocking on your bedroom door.  "Oh, Hunny-Bunny~," he practically sang from the other side of the door, "Your knight in shining armor is here to save the day."  As you opened the door, Asmo smiled and walked into your room.  "Honestly, you should get an award for that performance on the phone.  Bitch, it was so realistic that my date was literally scared for your life."

Asmo sat on your bed as you quietly closed your bedroom door.  He said, "You wanted to see me.  Are you okay?  I know I haven't seen you a lot over the last few weeks."  You walked over and stood in front of him.  You nodded and whispered, "I have a secret, though."

Asmo's eyes lit up, "OOOH!  Is it a juicy one?"

You smiled and closed your eyes before you tensed your body up, trying to get your demon form to emerge.  How did you do it before?  You remembered your body becoming very tense before your demon form came out that one time.  You inhaled and exhaled deeply and tried to concentrate, but to no avail.  You tried thinking angry thoughts, remembering that demon forms came out easily when they were mad... but, your fake anger wasn't quite enough.

"Oh, Hunny-Bunny," Asmo sighed, "are you constipated?  I've got a tea for that."

"No, no," you opened your eyes and looked pleadingly at Asmo, "Just, umm... can you change into your demon form for me?"

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

He eyed you suspiciously before he casually transformed to his demon form on your bed.  As expected, your form also emerged.

And Asmo let out the most beautifully flamboyant squeal of fear that you'd ever heard.

He gasped, bolting onto his feet and taking in your demonic form.  He gazed at your horns and rapidly spoke, "Mammon turned you!?  Ugh, go figure.  WHAT IS HAPPENING!? Are you a greed-leaning demon, then?  When the fuck did this happen?  Ooh, you know Lord Diavolo is not going to like this.  But, oh... the dress, the wings, the tail, and... your shoulders!?"  He poked at the dermal piercing on one of your shoulders, and screamed, "AHHH!!  WERK, BITCH!  TOO FUCKING CUTE!!"

As he caressed your wings, sending a chill through your body, you said, "So... now that I'm a demon and, y'know, have a demon body composition, or whatever, do you suppose I can get a... umm... the..."

Why were you freezing up now?  Jesus Christ, you're a grown-ass woman!

Asmo said, "Use your words, Hunny-Bunny."  You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, before you blurted, "Demon birth control!"

Giving you a little smirk, Asmo asked, "Ah, so you're ready to open up shop again and get back into business?  Ready to dish the cat out again?"

"Ew, don't put it like that!"

"Alright, fine.  Well, yes, I suppose you can take the special spawntraceptive now," Asmo said.  Having never heard of anything remotely close to that before, you asked, "A special spawn-a-what?  What in the fuck is that!?"

"You deaf bitch," Asmo said jokingly, "No, it's spawn... tra... cep... tive.  It's a play on the human world word, 'contraceptive.'  Demons' children are technically spawn, so... spawntraceptive."

"And you can help me get them?"

"Of course I can.  You probably shouldn't go pick them up.  If word gets to Diavolo that the exchange student was at the pharmacy for birth control, I have no idea what he'll think or do," he said, a sudden lusty look in his eyes, "Though, I do have a favor to ask in return, if you're feeling so inclined."

"What is it?"

Asmo wrapped an arm around your waist and brought his other hand up to your cheek, "Allow me to fuck you in your demon form, Y/N.  I want us to make each other feel good like this."  Asmo brought his lips to your neck and pressed small kisses to your skin.  You felt so good that you couldn't even bring yourself to speak as Asmo gently caressed your wings, so you nodded instead.

Asmo backed up and sat back down on your bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap.  Your demon form dress, which hugged your hips while you were standing, had ridden upward to cinch around your waist.  With no underwear in your demon form, your pussy was fully exposed to him.  Asmo's eyes lit up as he moved his hand between your legs, placing his thumb on your clit and rubbing gently.  At the same time, you were acutely aware of the scent coming off of you; just as Mammon had told you once, you did smell a little like a vanilla cappuccino.

Asmo brought his lips to yours and brought his hands to your hips, pressing you down so you could feel his hardness through the smooth material of his pants.  You moaned into the kiss and could feel the corners of his lips turn upward into a smile.  Without breaking the kiss, Asmo wrapped his arms around you and laid back on your bed, pulling you down with him.  He smiled as he gently nipped at your bottom lip.

You sat up and began rolling your hips against his, your bare pussy rubbing against his clothed erection.  "Oh, fuck, Hunny-Bunny," Asmo groaned, gently running the tips of his claws down the soft skin of your thighs, "I can't wait to feel you."

Asmo's hands quickly traveled to his pants, maneuvering around you to pull the clothing down and release his hard dick.  "I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you," Asmo whined.  He held his dick in place as you lined yourself up with him and slowly sank down.

You let out a moan that was a mixture of both pleasure and relief; it felt like it had been forever since you'd been properly dicked down.  Asmo held your hips still as he thrust up into your pussy.  "Fuck, yes, baby," Asmo groaned, "You feel so fucking good."

As he continued basically using your body as his personal sex toy, you felt an insanely strong orgasm building within you.  Your wings flapped wildly behind you as a strong wave of tingles shot through you.

Oh, this was definitely not a normal orgasm.

It was a euphoric sensation unlike anything you'd ever felt before; a building up of both mental and physical pleasure.  It was a sensation that you felt all the way down to your bones, down through your wings and horns and tail.  The feeling was building and building... something not of this world.  You quickly descended into pleasure and felt every nerve ending in your body ignite.  You screamed with the unexpected intensity of your orgasm.  Asmo quickly pulled out of you, his release shooting up onto his stomach.

You recalled that he said his scent mark smelled like cedar, but you were caught off guard by the fact that it actually did!

Despite the mess he'd made of himself, you collapsed against Asmo, trying desperately to catch your breath.  He let out a quiet giggle.

"Welcome to the sensation of demon sex, Y/N."

Chapter 61: Tell Me, Baby, Are You One of Us Now?

Summary:

Levi has apparently already figured out that you're a demon, but he sneaks into your room to come see for himself.

Notes:

CW: masturbation, spanking, tail sex, squirting, praise kink, facial

snarl
verb
ˈsnär(-ə)l
1: to cause to become knotted and intertwined
2: to make excessively complicated

You'd never slept so well in your life. After that life-altering orgasm with Asmo, you'd gone to sleep, not to wake up until...

Well, actually, you didn't know what time it was. You were lying on your side and tried to roll over on the bed to be able to check the time on your D.D.D., but realized there was something wrapped around your waist. And there was someone lying on the bed behind you. Your hands traveled to where a cold, smooth, snake-like tail was wrapped around your waist.

Fortunately, you were at least semi-clothed in your t-shirt and panties.

"L-Levi," you asked in the darkness of the room.

"Good morning, sunshine," Levi hissed into your ear before giving your earlobe a playful nibble with his fang, "I'm surprised you're up so early. We must be the only ones awake right now."

Wait. His tail! His fangs! His audacity! Levi was in his demon form!?

Your hand darted up to the top of your head, but your horns hadn't come out. Wait... was it because you didn't see his demon form that yours didn't come out, as well?

Your hand traveling back down to your waist to affectionately rub Levi's tail as you asked, "Wh-What are you doing here?"

The only time he ever snuck in your bed like this was when you were on your period...

... which was not a thing for you anymore...

... because demonesses didn't have monthly periods.

Levi let out a dramatic sigh and said, "I was noticing that it's been a while since I've snuck into your room. I was trying to figure out why. It wasn't until I was walking to the kitchen yesterday, when I heard Asmo's screeching and carrying on, that it clicked."

"Oh? R-Really?"

"Yeah. His caterwauling caught my attention, so I walked over to your door to see what was going on," Levi paused, "I happened to hear mentions of wings and a tail. And I realized... could it be that my beautiful one isn't even a human anymore? Is that why I haven't been drawn to her room for well over a month now?" Levi's hand slithered along your hip before dipping between your legs and squeezing the squishy flesh of your inner thigh. "Tell me, baby," Levi whispered, "are you one of us now?"

"I... well, yeah," you quietly replied.

There was a moment of silence before the following frantic chain of events happened. Levi loudly said something in Infernal, which caused you the instinctual reaction of turning your head in his direction. Whatever he'd said in Infernal turned out to be an incantation to turn all of the lights in your room on. With the lights instantly on and your head turned to the side, you caught sight of Levi's demon form out of the corner of your eye. Almost immediately, your wings and tail emerged from your back with such force that they forced Levi to fall off the bed; though, with you still being wrapped up in his tail, this caused you to fall down, initially landing on top of him.

After the both of you hit the floor, inertia rolled you over him and to his other side. Levi quickly unraveled his tail from around you. As you were lying on your side, facing Levi, he took in the sight of your new form before him. He was in love; your cute cat tail, those hips in that tight fucking dress, those tits about to spill over the top of that dress, the softest wings he thought he'd ever seen before, and...

You saw it in Levi's eyes immediately; the horns on your head weren't his and the thought of that was causing a visceral rage to bloom in Levi's body. His eyes were glowing as the feeling of his sin was awoken within him.

He wanted to fuck you, but also kill Mammon for being the one to turn you, but mainly just wanted to fuck you. Repeatedly.

Levi didn't waste any more time as he got up, pushed you over onto your back, and hovered over you, his hands planted on the floor on either side of your head. He smiled deviously at you and ran his forked tongue over his fangs. "You look so good under me like this, baby," Levi said, "I wanna fuck your tight pussy so bad."

"Then, do it," you smirked up at him.

Levi rose up on his knees and scooted back so he was able to spread your legs, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy. He began rubbing his cock through his pants as the tip of his tail slowly crept up your leg until it reached the apex of your thighs. The tip of his flicked your clit, the sensation of which caused you to arch your back and let out an embarrassing little moan.

Levi said the soundproofing incantation before he said, "Naughty girl--" he smiled broadly, his fangs exposed "-- being so loud like that? Are you trying to wake the whole house?"

He quickly grabbed one of your legs and used it to abruptly roll you over onto your stomach. His tail quickly snapped against your backside a few times.

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

As quickly as Levi had rolled you onto your stomach, he flipped you back onto your back again. "Perhaps, I should fuck some sense into you," he hissed, his tail slowly entering your wet pussy, "And, look at that. You're already so wet for me, baby."

You'd almost forgotten how aroused you got when dom demon Levi took over.

When the tip of his tail curled upward and rubbed slowly, precisely along your G-spot, the sound that came from your mouth was so absurd that you wanted to curl up and hide; if you had to describe it, it was a harsh shriek of his name followed by a stuttering scream.

Levi unfastened his pants and pulled them down just enough to be able to pull his dick out and stroke himself properly as he began thrusting into you with his tail. He bit his bottom lip as he watched you writhing in pleasure on his tail, especially when the tip of it curled upward. Levi smirked as he watched the pressure of an impending orgasm weighing down on you.

"Mmm, so beautiful while you're getting your pretty little brains fucked out. You always take my cock so well, I should've known you'd do the same with my tail."

"L-Levi," you whimpered as his tail thrust into you aggressively, "It's... it's too much." You still weren't used to demon orgasms and you felt like you were about to explode. Levi let out a fake gasp of surprise and mockingly asked, "It's too much? Are you sure?" You screamed as his tail curled within you again, beginning to shake from the intensity of your building orgasm.

He abruptly pulled his tail out of your pussy and brought the tip up to your mouth so you could taste yourself on him; meanwhile, a torrent of fluid sprayed from your pussy, drenching Levi's thighs and your floor. As you sucked on his tail, Levi felt like he'd died and gone to... well, not actual heaven, but something like it; you looked thoroughly debauched on the floor with his tail in your mouth and your pussy glistening with the wetness of your own release. You stared into his orange eyes and watched his pupils dilate as he watched you grab onto his tail and begin stroking and sucking as you would if it was his cock.

He began rubbing his cock faster as he watched the way you were handling his tail. "Fuck," he quietly whispered, "You're a fucking goddess, Y/N."

Seeing you smirk with his tail in your mouth just then sent him over the edge. He rose to his feet and commanded you to sit up.

"And... o-open your mouth," Levi said, shakily.

You sat up and opened your mouth just as thick spurts of cum landed on your face. In his defense, Levi did try to aim for your open mouth, but he was so shaky with the force of his own orgasm that a lot of it landed on your cheeks and chin.

There was something disconcerting about the fact that his cum did, in fact, have a bacon scent to it... and a bacon taste.

Wait, does this mean all of them had flavored cum!? You'd have to take it upon yourself to test this theory out...

"W-We should, umm... the, uhh... it's on your f-face," Levi said, his demon form receding, "Do you have the, umm, scent... soap... stuff?" Levi took off the sleep shirt he'd been wearing prior to taking on his demon form and used it to wipe your face. You replied, "Yeah, actually! Do you wanna take a shower with me?"

"Y-You actually want to shower with a gross otaku like--"

Loudly, you cut him off, "Levi, I just let you tail-rail me into next week and cum all over my face! Clearly, I like you enough to want to shower with you."

"Well, don't forget to drink some of the tea, y'know... I, uh..." Levi trailed off, his hand gesturing wildly in front of his own mouth.

Your demon form also dissipated as you put your hands on the sides of Levi's face and squished his cheeks. You said, "You're so fucking cute when you get shy. Go get the shower started while I make the tea, my Leviachan~"

Chapter 62: We'll Take Our Dessert Upstairs

Summary:

You plan to have a relaxing weekend at the castle with Diavolo; unfortunately, things don't go as planned.

Notes:

CW: oral sex

perfidy
noun
per·fi·dy ˈpər-fə-dē
1: the quality or state of being faithless or disloyal
2: an act or an instance of disloyalty

The following Friday night, after an uneventful week at school, you went to the castle to spend the weekend with Diavolo. Over dinner, the two of you were having an especially bland conversation about something having to do with school and a bunch of meetings he'd had recently with other rulers and nobility in other areas of Hell. You knew you should be paying attention to the names and titles of the people he was talking about, since they would likely be guests at your wedding. He also mentioned something about a banquet coming up; however, you were too busy focusing on when, where, and how you were going to tell him about your new form.

While it had been a number of weeks by this point, you still hadn't found the perfect opportunity to tell him about your demon form. You'd thought a lot about how you were going to explain to Diavolo why you happened to end up a demoness; a demoness with horns that matched the Avatar of Greed, no less.

The voice in the back of your mind told you, "He's going to find out eventually, so just tell him now."

It was only you, Diavolo, and Barbatos in the dining room and there were no other servants or castle staff present that night. So, no one else would have the burden of the knowledge of your demon form, right? But, at the same time, that meant that no one could hear you scream if he hit the ceiling and decided to kill you.

No, no… he couldn’t possibly go that far.

"Y/N? Did you hear me?"

"S-Sorry, no, Dia. I was just... so,” you decided it was now or never to tell him, “I've been thinking about--"

"Dearest dove," Diavolo interrupted, "I was wondering if you'd be feeling up to allowing me to indulge in your body a little tonight."

Okay, so maybe you wouldn’t tell him just yet. No sense in ruining the mood, right? You had been appreciative of Diavolo's love and patience in the weeks after that terrible experience. He had proven himself to be an amazing fiancé, all things considered. So, you smiled and said, "Yeah. Of course!"

"I understand if you don't want to try for any heirs again right now," Diavolo timidly said, "I'm not going to cum inside you, dearest. I promise you that. An heir is one of the furthest things from my mind right now."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I only want you right now. If you'll let me have you, that is."

You smirked at Diavolo and he looked at your mostly-empty plate. He quickly cleared his throat and addressed Barbatos, "Y/N and I are finished with dinner. I think we'll take our dessert upstairs. Perhaps--" Diavolo kept his eyes on you as he continued speaking to his stoic butler "-- you would like to join us for dessert, Barbatos?" After seeing your favorable reaction, Diavolo's head turned, and he locked eyes with Barbatos.

Barbatos gave a small smile before looking at you and saying, "I'd love to; after I tend to my evening duties, of course."

At that, Diavolo practically flew out of his chair to pick you up out of your own. You squealed with delight at the way he carried you, bridal-style, as he ran toward the staircase...

... up the stairs...

... down the second-floor hall...

... and to the door to his room.

Diavolo kicked his bedroom door open and began to kiss you as he walked toward his bed. Neither of you broke the kiss as he gently placed you back on the bed and got on top of you.

Both of you were so swept up in a hungry kiss that you don't know when he started undressing you, but it wasn't long before all of your clothing had been tossed to the floor. As his lips finally parted from yours, Diavolo picked you up and moved you up towards the head of the bed, so you could lay back with your head on one of his plush pillows.

He began kissing his way down your body, starting at your neck, moving down your chest, and taking a moment to bite and suck on one nipple, then repeating that action on the other. He was in love with the quiet gasps and whimpers that were coming from you and the way your grip had tightened in his hair. He continued kissing his way down your body until his lips met your pussy.

His tongue gently danced along your clit as you grabbed his hair and pulled. "Fuck, Dia," you cried out. You'd almost forgotten exactly how good he was at that. His tongue penetrated your lower lips and he lapped at your wetness while holding your hips in place with a bruising grip. Looking down, you saw his beautiful golden eyes gazing up at you and your heart pounded in your chest as the both of you kept eye contact for several seconds. Once he began sucking on your clit, though, you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. With his hands holding your hips in place so tightly, you were completely at your lover's mercy. Your body began shaking from your orgasm and Diavolo continued looking up at you mischievously as he casually licked up your release as it dripped from you.

He took off his shirt and used it to wipe your wetness from his face as he watched you recover from your orgasm.

After the room stopped feeling like it was spinning around you, you looked at Diavolo and asked, "Why don't you lie back on the bed so I can return the favor?"

There was an almost imperceptible hesitation from Diavolo, which didn't immediately make sense.

It would soon, though.

Diavolo released your hips and climbed up the bed, so his head was now on the pillows. You straddled him and leaned forward leave an affectionate bite on his chest, making sure that it was in a place that was able to be easily concealed.

You then slowly moved downward, trailing kisses down Diavolo's chest and abs, stopping when you reached the top of his pants. You looked up at him seductively as you unfastened his belt and pants. Diavolo lifted his ass off the bed slightly as you began to pull them down.

But you only got his pants halfway down his thighs before you stopped.

You suddenly felt uneasy. There was instantly the sensation of your stomach caving in on itself and your chest burning. A sharp pain shot through your head, just behind your eyes. You felt nauseous with disgust as you felt that bitter burn in the back of your throat that precedes vomiting. You smelled an unusual scent that you could only compare to that weird musty smell that happens occasionally before it rains... and the overall effect was that it made you absolutely fucking sick.

You knew exactly what the sensation was that you were experiencing.

You were catching a scent mark from Diavolo.

Someone else's scent mark...

Notes:

The scandal, child, the scandal...

Chapter 63: As You Wish, Dearest.

Summary:

You come up with an excuse to leave the castle so you can reflect on the current situation with Diavolo.

Notes:

CW: Angst, no smut

tocsin
noun
toc·sin ˈtäk-sən
1: an alarm bell or the ringing of it
2: a warning signal

You knew it was a scent mark.  It was an instinctual feeling.  It was incredibly faint, but it was still there.

When did this happen?

Slowly, you backed down the bed, moving away from Diavolo.  You couldn't let him know about your demon form, but you couldn't bring yourself to fuck him while you smelled someone else's scent mark on him, of course; you literally felt like you were going to throw up at the mere thought.

Whose is it?

Speaking of which, how was your demon form not coming out!?  You were definitely pissed off enough.  You brought your hands up to your head, feeling for your horns.  Not feeling them, you played it off like you were just trying to straighten up your hair.

Had other demons been able to smell the mark on him?

Diavolo sat up, watching you backing away, and quietly asked, "Y/N?  What are you doing, dearest?"

"I-I, umm... I thought I was ready to do this, but, umm..." you let your voice trail off as you gathered your clothing from the floor.  Diavolo got off the bed, pulled his pants up, and empathetically said, "Oh, of course, my love.  Take as long as you need."

"TaKe As LoNg As YoU nEeD."  OF COURSE!  That sounds exactly like something a motherfucker with a side piece says!

As you finished dressing and straightened your clothes, Diavolo came over and wrapped his arms around you.  You felt a cringe through your entire body.  "I think I should go back home," you quickly said.  Diavolo put his hands on your cheeks and gently cradled your face.

Eww, who knows where those hands have been?

"You know, this castle is your home, too, Y/N," he said, smiling at you.  Casually moving out of his embrace, you said, "Yeah, but I'm not gonna be any fun this weekend.  Maybe we can resume this next weekend?"  With a fake smile, Diavolo said, "As you wish, dearest.  If you change your mind, I'll be here all weekend."

Diavolo walked with you down the stairs.  "You know, you don't have to walk," Diavolo said, "I can open a portal for you to go back."

"No, umm, I need to clear my head before I go home."

As the both of you reached the front door, Diavolo wrapped you in a tight embrace and said, "I love you, Y/N."

Did he, though?

"I love you, too, Dia."

After you'd left the castle, you headed through the busy streets of the Devildom on a Friday night.  You kept your eyes down, as you usually had been recently; the last thing you needed was to catch sight of someone else's demon form and have yours instantly present itself.

Thinking back to Diavolo, you were mad, of course... but, did you really have room to be?  You hadn't exactly been the poster child for sexual self-control.  But, he had summoned you, and you had never asked to be in the Devildom.  Monogamy shouldn't have been assumed... right?

Was this just a facet of being in what was essentially an arranged marriage to royalty?  Were you supposed to just expect him to have affairs?  As possessive as he's been, he clearly wouldn't be okay with you having affairs.  Was it just a one-time thing between Diavolo and someone else, or was he in an actual relationship with someone?

You didn't know when you started crying, but you realized it when you reached the House of Lamentation.  Using the front camera of your D.D.D., you checked your makeup; as expected, you were a mess.  You wiped your face, which did nothing to fix the state of makeup on your cheeks.  You hoped you could sneak into your room without having to see anyone.

So, of course there had to be a whole group in the front hall.

You opened the front door to find Asmo, an unknown succubus (likely Asmo's date), Beel, Lucifer, Mammon, and Minako in the front hall; based on the way they were all dressed, they were about to head out to dinner or The Fall or something. Everyone looked at you and their conversations came to a screeching halt.  Lucifer began to ask why you were back home and Asmo started to say something about the trails of mascara that had fallen down your cheeks.  You hurried past all of them and went to your room before they could talk to you.

You slammed your bedroom door, locked it, and decided to go lock yourself in your bathroom.  As you decided to take a hot bath, you could hear someone knocking on your bedroom door.  There was a deep, muffled voice on the other side of the door, so it was likely Beel or Lucifer.

But, absolutely not.

You loved them, but you weren't planning to talk to anyone, going as far as to turn your D.D.D. off.  At the first, well-intentioned question of whether you were okay would result in you bawling like a baby; you just knew it would.  Anyway, you figured you'd turn it back on after you were done in your bath.

You located a small bottle of some kind of scented bath oil that Asmo had given you recently.  You couldn't read the Infernal on the bottle, but you liked the floral scent, so you poured half of the bottle into the bath.   After the tub had been filled, you undressed and slowly got into the hot water.  Lying back in the tub, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in...

... then out...

... then in...

... then out.

Your mind faded into an unintentional slumber, courtesy of the sleep-inducing properties that you didn't realize were in the bath oil you used.  And, of course, your mind went to that evening with Diavolo.  You envisioned how things could have gone if he found out you were a demon:

As you backed away from him, he asked "Y/N?  What are you doing, dearest?"

"Don't 'dearest' me! You've been fucking around on me, haven't you," you said, spoken as more of a statement than a question.

Diavolo sat up and looked at his groin, as though trying to see if there were any visible bite marks on his flesh, but there were none.  He asked, "Wait, Y/N, how? I--"

"HAVEN'T YOU!?"

Diavolo said nothing, but looked away from you. You nodded, "Right, then. Well... I have nothing to say to you, you foul bitch of a man." "Dearest," Diavolo got off the bed and fastened his pants before he approached you, begging, "I love you!  You've got to believe me.   You--"

"Actually, I do have something to say to you," you interrupted his begging, "I don't feel like a marriage to you is going to work for me. I'm obviously not enough for you.  Someone else will have to satisfy your human fetishization or whatever it is."  You saw Diavolo's eyes begin to glow before he lunged in your direction in a merciless rage.

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Next thing you knew, you were opening your eyes and gasping for air; and you were... in your bed?  Though you were covered by a blanket, you determined you were naked; so, you were pretty sure you hadn't dreamed about getting in the bath.  And you weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, but your internal clock felt like it was morning.  You felt around for your D.D.D., but you hadn't brought it with you when you walked to your bed... which you still didn't remember doing.

You practically jumped out of your skin when you heard a voice coming from near the table that was around the corner from your bed.

"Y/N, you'd better tell me what the fuck is going on!" 

Notes:

Sorry this was another short chapter. I didn't want to leave you guys on a cliffhanger for too long.

(As I proceed to leave off on another cliffhanger...)

Chapter 64: I Bet You Really Want Revenge

Summary:

Belphie tries to help take your mind off Diavolo.

Notes:

Not me posting two weeks in a row.

CW: degradation, implied drug use, spanking, rough vaginal sex

intermeddle
verb
in·ter·med·dle ˌin-tər-ˈme-dᵊl
: to meddle impertinently and officiously and usually so as to interfere

"Y/N, you'd better tell me what the fuck is going on!"

You sat up in the bed, quickly pulling your blanket up to cover your chest; you were still only half awake and had not immediately known who, exactly, was lurking in your room.

From around the corner came Belphie, looking as smug as ever. He crossed his arms and said, "You know, you were having quite an interesting dream in that pretty little mind of yours."

"Y-You went in my... wait, how much did you see!?"

With a smirk, he said, "I came in around the time you called Lord Diavolo a... what was it, again? A 'foul bitch of a man?' The fuck did he do to you?"

Okay, so he likely saw nothing that could betray the fact that you're a demoness.

"N-Nothing. It was just a nightmare."

"So, that wasn't a dream rooted in a little bit of reality?"

You laid back down on the bed and closed your eyes. "No," you replied, "Now, let me go back to sleep. Why're you even in here?"

"Bitch, it's morning already. And I'm here because Beel wouldn't shut up about how he was worried about you last night. I had to break in here and break into your bathroom and keep you from possibly drowning, since you want to sleep in a bathtub full of water and tranquilizing bath oil. Do you think you're a fucking amphibian?"

You didn't say anything, but closed your eyes even tighter, trying to mentally will Belphie out of your room.

You felt the mattress sink as Belphie got on the bed and straddled your lap. "Okay, motherfucker--" you yelled, trying to sit up and push him off of you and tell him to fuck off, but Belphie put his hands on your shoulders and forced you to lie back down. He hovered over you and stared down into your eyes, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly as he raised his voice at you. "Don't lie to me," Belphie said, "The details of your dream were far too vivid to not be based on something real. Lord Diavolo is fucking someone behind your back, isn't he?" You could hear the unadulterated (and unnecessary) anger in Belphie's voice.

Avoiding eye contact, you turned your head to the side and said, "I-I dunno. I think so." Fortunately, Belphie didn't care enough to ask how you came to that conclusion. He removed a hand from your shoulder and used it to grab your jaw to turn your head to face him. With a look in his eye that was nothing short of diabolical, Belphie said, "And I bet you really want revenge."

"I mean... I guess. I feel stupid for feeling as mad as I do. He's just doing the same thing behind my back that I've been doing behind his back for months."

Belphie didn't acknowledge what you said, but moved off of your bed and walked to your dresser. He pulled a large t-shirt and sleep shorts out of a drawer and threw them at you. "Get dressed. We're going up to the attic."

"Why?"

"So we can get high and fuck. Why else?"

"Hold up, wh--"

"Wake and bake, whore."

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Not too much later, you were lying on Belphie's attic bed in the warm embrace of a blissful mental fog.

"I hate English," Belphie complained from nearby, where he was tinkering with the clock on the wall, "The plural of man is men. The plural of woman is women. How come the plural of human isn't humen?"

Staring at the ceiling, you let out a contemplative "hmm," but eventually you processed what he'd just said and snapped, "Boy, shut the fuck up."

"Fuck you! I say what I want, whore," Belphie turned to glare at you.

"How many languages do you even speak, Belphie?"

"All of them. I'm a millennia-old demon, so I've got nothing but time to learn that shit. But, my favorite language is whatever that gagging, gurgling noise is that you make when you're taking a dick down your throat."

Still staring up at the ceiling, you ignored his last sentence and reflected on your new existence as you said, "Yeah, I suppose you have all the time in the world to learn everything there is to know--" Turning your attention back to Belphie, you continued "-- and, yet... you still choose to use your time to be a fuckin' six-piece douche-nugget combo with extra bag fries."

Belphie squinted at you briefly and said, "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, gutter slut, but... I'm so high, I might accidentally ascend and become an angel again. Sit on my lap so I don't float away." He dramatically plopped back onto the bed next to you. With a giggle, you got up and awkwardly straddled Belphie's lap. You didn't expect to already feel a full erection through his pants. Belphie let out a grunt, which you couldn't determine to be one of pain or pleasure. "O-Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn't mean to, umm," you began, as you moved to get off of his lap; however, Belphie grabbed your hips, keeping you from moving off of him. He pressed you down onto his lap harder as he rolled his hips upward. "You're not going anywhere, azizam," he said, seductively. Teasing him, you asked, "Oh? I'm not?"

"No! I told you we were coming up here to get high and fuck. We're already high, so..." He let his voice trail off before he, in his usual aggressive fashion, flipped over on the bed so you were under him. With a dark, lustful gaze, Belphie looked down at you and asked, "You want me, too, don't you?"

When you nodded, he smirked and asked, "Are you my dirty little whore?" When you nodded again, he gripped your jaw painfully and practically growled at you, "Use your fucking words! Now, again, are you my dirty little whore?"

"Yes," your voice barely squeaked out, "I'm yours, Belphie."

"That's right. You'd better know your place," he said, releasing your jaw and rising from the bed. He took off his hoodie and sleep pants as he stared at you, prompting you to undress, as well.

When you were both completely naked, Belphie demanded that you turn around and get on all fours in the middle of the bed. You did as you'd been told and you felt Belphie approaching. The bed sank as he got behind you and then--

*SMACK*

Your ass was met with a hard blow from his right hand. You let out an indignant little squeal, so he repeated the action with his left hand.

*SMACK*

You began to turn your head to look back at him and give him a piece of your mind. However, utilizing his inhuman speed, Belphie forcefully pushed his hand down between your shoulder blades, forcing the side of your face into the mattress; then, he used his hands to grab your wrists and hold your arms behind your back. As your mind was still processing what had just happened, you heard Belphie start to speak. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mocked, "Did the whore have something she was going to say? Nah, she couldn't possibly have had anything intelligent to say. The only thing on a whore's mind is getting fucked, right?"

You tried to wiggle your arms to get your wrists from Belphie's grasp, but his grip wouldn't relent. "Dammit! Just fuck me already, Belphie," you grumbled. Belphie exclaimed, "See! Exactly my point!"

While Belphie held your wrists behind your back with one hand, he used the other to line himself up with your dripping entrance. He spoke a soundproofing incantation before thrusting his hips forward, slamming his cock into you. "FUCK," you yelled out as he began aggressively fucking you while continuing to hold your arms behind your back.

"Yeah, you like that? You like being fucked like the human whore that you are?"

Right... "human"...

The way he was fucking you and the fact that he was holding your arms back caused your cheek to be squished onto the mattress, so you were just barely able to utter, "Mmm, yes, Belphie. Fuck me."

"You want me deep inside you, don't you?"

As you stuttered out a weak "yes," Belphie took the opportunity to pull all the way out of you before slamming his hips into yours, thrusting so deeply that you screamed. "Keep screaming like that and I'll cum right in your fucking pussy, slut," Belphie snapped at you. You could absolutely hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke.

Soon, he was fucking you so aggressively that you were crying out a chain of pleasured syllables that didn't even form a coherent sentence. He knew then that you were on the edge of an orgasm, as was he. Your pussy had felt so good wrapped around Belphie's cock that his demon form appeared as he continued relentlessly pounding your pussy. You just barely caught sight of him in your peripheral vision. You'd tried to turn your head away, tried to hide your face in the mattress; unfortunately, your wings and tail still emerged, followed by the feeling of your horns growing from your scalp.

And a brief moment of complete stillness.

Belphie stopped thrusting into you and frantically crawled backward, falling off his bed and plopping on the floor like a sack of potatoes. He yelled, "Y-You've... that's... oh, fuck! Oh, fuck. Son of a fucking shithawk! I didn't do that! The fuck!?"

It was almost refreshing to hear him sound so scared. The sound of surprise and fear in his voice was absolutely delicious.

As you turned around on the bed to sit and look at Belphie, he saw the horns and huffed out, voice dripping with jealousy, "Mammon's horns. Of course. I should've figured he'd do that."

The both of you just stared at each other, no words spoken between you. His eyes darted from your horns... to your wings... to your tail, which had daintily wrapped itself around your waist. You knew you had to be the one to break the silence, "Should we... stop?"

"Hell, no! I didn't say all that, now. I refuse to be blue-balled by this," he said as he got back on the bed, "Get back down and lemme fuck that tight-ass demoness pussy, bitch!"

You leaned back down with your ass in the air, but Belphie was staying still.

Too still...

...

...

*click*

Notes:

(The thing about human/humen was inspired by a real conversation 😅)

Anyway, Happy New Year!

Chapter 65: You ARE Feisty, Though.

Summary:

What do you get when you cross the Anti-Lucifer League with the Attic Club Sandwich?

Notes:

CW: demon sex, rough vaginal and oral sex, degradation, masturbation, foursome, a little bratting, Master as an honorific, spanking

TW: photography and photo distribution without explicit consent given beforehand (Not sure if it is something that would actually trigger anyone, though I can understand how it could be if you've experienced someone doing this to you. Just know that, in this context, it isn't done to be inherently malicious or with the intention of extorting you in any way - the sleepy potato sack bovine demon just wants to make sure you have a good morning.)

reciprocity
noun
rec·i·proc·i·ty ˌre-sə-ˈprä-s(ə-)tē
1: the quality or state of being reciprocal : mutual dependence, action, or influence
2: a mutual exchange of privileges

*click*

You'd recognize the shutter sound of a D.D.D. camera anywhere.

You jumped up and turned to lunge at Belphie.  Swatting at him (which was mostly only in vain, being that he was still an exponentially stronger demon than you were), you screamed, "You took a picture of me!?  Of my ass!?  The fuck is wrong with you, stank bitch!?"  As he kept ducking and dodging your hands, you noticed that Belphie was sending the picture to someone, a broad smile across his face.  "Sorry, I had to," Belphie said, "The way you had your ass up showed off your tight little asshole... and your soaking little whore pussy?  How could I resist?"  You felt your heart rate rise and redness creep across your cheeks.

Wait... he wouldn't send that to Diavolo!  He wouldn't dare!  Would he...?

Meanwhile, Satan was sitting in the library, drinking coffee and reading, when he heard his D.D.D. go off with two messages.  Upon opening the texts, Satan immediately spilled his coffee on himself, yelling obscenities at the sudden, uncomfortable burn on his legs.

Belphie: (the picture of your ass)
Belphie: Our fucking idiot brother turned Y/N into a demon, but look what she has now.

Satan stopped breathing as he took in the image of your round ass and new tail.   The fact that you were suddenly a demon did give him pause, but he wasn't worried about that right now.  After looking at the picture, he determined that the two of you were in the attic, so he replied to Belphie.

Satan: I'll be up there in a second.

Belphie: I figured so.

By that point, you'd finally resigned to covering yourself up, getting under one of the comforters on Belphie's bed, and rolling yourself into a scared little taquito.  Belphie took the opportunity to send the picture to someone else; this time, sending messages to his twin.

Belphie: (the picture of your ass)
Belphie: Breakfast?

Beel: Say no more.
Beel: I'm in the shower, but I'll be there in a min.

Belphie had a smug look of satisfaction on his face as he glanced in your direction.  "Don't worry, whore," he said, "I didn't send the picture to your future hubby, if that's what you're thinking.  I wouldn't send him a picture of your ass like that."

You unrolled yourself from the comforter and asked, "Y-You wouldn't?"

"Hell, no!  Of course not!  The only picture I'd send him of your ass would be if it had my dick inside it."

Charming...

Satan practically kicked in the attic door open, his demon form quickly appearing when he saw you.  He strutted toward you and gestured to your horns, wings, and tail as he asked, "So, is there something Kitten needs to tell Master?"

"Nothing you don't appear to already know," you grumbled.

Satan started to menacingly remove his belt as he said, "Kitten, are you talking back now?"

"N-No, Master.  It's just, umm, like... you already know about this--"

"Turn around and bend over," Satan demanded.

That studded belt and ornate belt buckle looked like they would hurt like a motherfucker;  unfortunately, before you could stop yourself from speaking, you blurted out, "Make me!"

"Gladly," Satan growled, grabbing your tail and pulling it in a manner that forced you to turn around with your ass in the air.  You let out a scream of shock and felt the sting of Satan's belt on your ass.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"MASTER, NO," you screamed out, "I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD!"

Satan released your tail and said, "If you're such a good girl, why don't you turn around and suck my cock?"

You turned around and sat on the edge of the bed and looked up into Satan's lust-heavy eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  As soon as he pulled his pants down enough, you grabbed his length and gently stroked him a few times.  Keeping eye contact with him, you slowly ran your tongue along the underside of Satan's large cock, starting at the base and moving toward the tip.
As you ran your tongue over his piercings, he cleared his throat, likely in an attempt to hide the groan that threatened to escape him.  After you swirled your tongue and sucked on his tip for a few seconds, you quickly deepthroated as much of his length as you possibly could.  Satan let out a gasp as his knees almost gave out on him.  Belphie, who was jerking off on the other side of the room, let out a howl of laughter and exclaimed, "Damn, girl, you about sucked poor Satan right off his feet!"

"Oh, shit, Kitten," he groaned, "Your mouth is fucking amazing."  You hummed in acknowledgement, which made his cock twitch in your mouth.  "Goddamn, I want to fuck you so bad," Satan said, tapping his finger on the corner of your lips to prompt you to open your mouth.  As soon as he had pulled out of your mouth, Satan grabbed you by the underside of your thighs and picked you up.  Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.  Quietly, Satan said, "Safe word is 'biblioklept,' okay?'"

As soon as you acknowledged the word, Satan spun around and your back was forced against the wall, which was so unexpected that it almost knocked the breath out of you.  Satan reached down to line his thick cock up with your entrance and to then rub your clit as he proceeded to bury himself inside you.  Meanwhile, his tail wrapped around your ankles to keep your legs securely wrapped around his waist.  Satan pressed his lips to yours in an attempt to muffle the wanton moans that poured from you when he relentlessly thrust his hips against yours.  His lips then travelled to your jaw, then your neck.  You leaned your head back against the wall to give Satan access to more of your neck as he kept pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, a surprising contrast to the aggressive force with which he was thrusting into you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Beel was now in the attic, too.  Your attention had been so focused on Satan that you didn't even notice when Beel showed up.  He was in his demon form, sitting on the bed with a towel around his waist, palming himself through the material as he watched Satan fuck you against the wall.

You were getting close and Satan knew it.  "Are you going to cum for Master," he whispered.  "Y-Yes, Mas... ter," you barely stuttered out as he mercilessly fucked you.  You cried out loudly as a powerful orgasm shook your body.  The fluttering of your walls was too much for Satan and he quickly pulled out and shot his cum up onto your stomach.

Satan quickly retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe you off, before giving you another gentle kiss on your neck.  "You did so well, Kitten," Satan whispered in your ear.  His tail unraveled itself from your ankles, allowing you to bring your feet down to the floor.  You took note of the satisfied glow to Satan as he pulled his pants back up and fastened them before he sat on the bed next to Beel so he could continue watching you.

Belphie approached you and wrapped his lanky arms around you and whispered, "Are you still angry with me for sending a picture of your ass to them?"  You shook your head and whispered, "No... no, I'm not."  "Good," he said, taking a moment to just barely run his fangs along the skin of your neck, "Now go get on Beel's lap.  I want to watch him make you cum."

You walked to the bed and straddled Beel's lap, allowing you to feel his erection through the material of his towel as you rolled your hips against him.  He brought his hands up to the top of your wings to feel them, which caused a tingle throughout your body.  "They're so soft," Beel said, smiling at you.  He then trailed his hands down the front of body, beginning at your shoulders and bringing his hands to your breasts and gently squeezed them and said, "All of you is so soft."  You unwrapped the towel from around his waist and Beel's thick, heavy cock twitched as it was exposed to the cool air of the attic; you decided you would warm it up.

As you held onto Beel's length and sunk down onto him, the both of you groaned.  You stilled for a moment to allow yourself to adjust to his girth.  Beel licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit, gently rubbing circles over it.  The shock of pleasure that shot through your thighs prompted you to start riding him.  Beel leaned back on his hands so he could watch you as you proceeded to repeatedly impale your pussy on his cock.

"I love watching you on my dick," Beel smirked after a few seconds, "But... I'm so hungry."

The words and timbre of his voice went straight to your core.

Beel laid back on the bed and said, "Come sit on my face."  You began crawling up his body on your knees; however, that wasn't quick enough for him because he grabbed your hips and picked you up like you weighed nothing, and quickly positioned you over his face.  You were breathless as he pulled your hips down so you were properly sitting on his face.  Beel's hands continued holding onto your hips to keep you firmly in place as he tongue-fucked your pussy.  "Oh, fuck," you whined out when his tongue found its way to your clit.

Satan took his place on one side of you and Belphie took his place on your other side.  Satan brought one hand to play with your tail and the other went up to pinch one of your nipples; meanwhile, Belphie pinched your other nipple with one hand and used the other to pull your hair back to give his lips full access to your neck.  You reached down to Belphie's length, gripping and stroking him the way you knew he liked.

You had no control of the noises that were leaving your mouth as you took in the feeling of these three demons' hands and mouths all over you.  Satan whispered your name, his lips meeting yours as soon as you turned your head to face him; your tongues quickly battled each other for dominance over the kiss.  You then became vaguely aware of Belphie's mouth pressing kisses along your body, starting at your neck and moving down until he took your nipple in his mouth and bit down.  It was hard enough to hurt, but not quite enough to leave an actual mark on your skin.

Reflexively, you pulled back from your kiss with Satan and elbowed Belphie in the chest.

"Ooh, our little free-use household cocksleeve is feisty," he said, smirking while rubbing his hand over where you had elbowed him.  You heard Beel stutter out an amused noise from under you; you looked down and saw a devious sparkle in his amethyst eyes as he gazed up at you.  You reached down the gripped Beel's hair and pulled it as you asked, "Is something funny, Beelzy?"  He groaned at the sensation of you pulling his hair.  Beel's mouth broke away from your wet slit to smile and affectionately say, "You are feisty, though."  He then put his lips back on your pussy and continued fucking you with his tongue like his life depended on it.  Satan chuckled and whispered in your ear, "It's true, Kitten.  Your temper is an unrestrained inferno at times."

You didn't have a chance to respond to any of them because your body was overtaken by a shock of pure, unadulterated pleasure as you came on Beel's tongue.  Watching you fall apart on his face brought Beel over the edge and his cum shot up onto his abs.  This also caused Belphie to cum onto his discarded shirt nearby.

You rolled off of Beel's face and tried to catch your breath, only to be met with the tangled aroma of everyone's scent marks; the scents themselves were arousing, albeit overwhelmingly so when mixed together.

After a few minutes, Satan rose from the bed, "I need to head off now.  I'm on dinner duty tonight, so I have to shower and head to the store to pick up some things."  Satan leaned down to give you a tender kiss on the lips before leaving the room.  Beel sat up and, using the towel he had been wearing to wipe his own release off of his stomach, said, "Yeah, I've gotta leave now, too.  The Fangol team is doing a fundraiser that I have to go to this afternoon, so I've gotta shower and umm... yeah."  He gave you a kiss before turning to leave.

When Beel had left the room (and had done so completely naked since he didn't want to wear the cum-covered towel he showed up in), Belphie yawned and laid back down on the bed, closing his eyes.  "I don't have to go anywhere, aziz-e delam... but, you should probably go check your phone.  And get a shower, too, because you smell like Satan's whore with his scent mark on your body," Belphie said, "If you want to come back up later, I'll... be... here..."

And, just like that, he had faded into sleep.

Belphie did make a valid point that a shower was much needed.  You rose from the bed and put your shirt and shorts back on before leaving the attic and heading downstairs.

Little did you know, you had a guest waiting in your room.

Notes:

Who do you think it is?

Chapter 66: Some People Like Roses, Some People like Ass

Summary:

Asmo is taking you on a date, but before giving you another demon sex ed lesson.

Notes:

CW: general discussion of demoness reproductive cycles and scent marks, no smut

elusive
adjective
elu·sive ē-ˈlü-siv -ˈlü-ziv
: tending to evade grasp or pursuit

As you walked toward your room, you made a mental note that you hadn't mentioned anything to Beel or Satan about Diavolo, so you and Belphie were still the only ones who knew about the unusual scent mark.

No big deal - you'd probably tell them later.

"The important thing," you thought, opening your bedroom door, "is to check my D.D.D. and get a shower before--"

"Y/N!"

Whatever soul you had left immediately expelled itself from your body.

Asmo was casually lounging on your bedroom floor, looking down at his D.D.D. and scrolling through DemonTryst. He was dressed in a sheer light pink blouse with black jeans, so you could tell he was planning to go out somewhere. Asmo glanced up at you and said, "After that display in the front hall last night, I think we need a spa day and a Majolish shopping spree. Lord Diavolo gave you permission to use his credit cards or whatever, right?"

"Don't mention Dia right now. I'm not in the mood," you said flatly.

"Trouble in paradise?"

You rolled your eyes and, just as you were about to tell Asmo what had happened the prior evening, he practically jumped up off the floor and cheerily said, "We're going on a date, bitch! Lunch at Hell's Kitchen, spa, shopping... but, we're coming home for dinner because Satan told me that he's making grilled scorpion and risotto. Maybe we can even go to The Fall later and have a sleepover after that!"

"O-Okay. Yeah, that's... that's cool," you said, focusing on finding an outfit to possibly coordinate with Asmo, "Umm... so, last night--"

"Oh," Asmo exclaimed, interrupting you as he reached in his pocket, "I got your first bottle of spawntraceptive! I was going to give it to you tomorrow when you came home, but since you're here now..." Asmo trailed off with a coy shrug.

As he handed the bottle to you, you held it up to the light to observe the pills within. They were small and unusual, bearing a strong resemblance to the size, shape, and consistency of salmon roe, but with a blue color. Before you could make any remarks about them, Asmo fluttered his hand vaguely in the direction of your bathroom and said, "Go wash Satan off your skin and let's get moving, ho!"

You knew you smelled like Satan, but being called out like that made your cheeks redden.

As you took your shower, Asmo sat on the bathroom counter and explained that you'll have to, at minimum, take your pill within two days of vaginal intercourse to prevent pregnancy; it's apparently always 100% effective up to that point. After that, according to Asmo, "Bitch, it's completely up to fate. The pills are almost always ineffective after that, and your chances of a pregnancy are similar to the chances of pregnancy as a human." He went on to explain that many demonesses who are consistently sexually active take one everyday or every other day. "It's not entirely unlike what humans do sometimes," Asmo said, "The most notable difference, though, is that you now have no ovaries, so there is always an egg latched on to the inside the uterus-equivalent you now have as a demoness. When you're in heat and that one egg will release itself and another one will form in its place. Well, unless you're pregnant, that is."

You abruptly stuck your head out from around the shower curtain to look at Asmo. After taking a deep inhale and exhale, you asked him, "So... you're telling me... that I am going to just always have an egg chillin' in my uterus? I'll literally lay a fucking egg when I'm in heat?! Like a fucking chicken!?" Honestly, he should have waited until you were done in the shower to drop that bomb on you.

"Bitch, it is so not that fierce. It disintegrates and comes out like a period. Anyway, as I was saying, the exception to the spawntraceptive is vaginal intercourse when you're in heat. You will always end up pregnant if you have unprotected vaginal sex when you're in heat. Other methods could be used during that time, which I'm sure you're already aware of from your time with Mammon," Asmo finished with a jokingly accusatory tone to his voice.

"Asmo," you whined, turning your attention back to your shower, "some of this shit doesn't make sense to me. Random fucking eggs... weird fish-egg-lookin'-ass birth control pills."

"Y/N, listen to me, if you've made it this far in this fanfiction, you already know that a lot of stuff in the Devildom already defies human logic anyway."

"Wait... what did you say?"

Huh?

"Oh, nothing. The point I'm making is that, as long as you take the pill like you're supposed to and track your heat cycles, there's hardly a single chance of an unplanned pregnancy. Now, hurry up and finish your shower. We've got places to go and things to do!"

After you got out of the shower a little while later, Asmo used his magic to arrange your hair into a stylish braid in a matter of seconds. When he began applying your makeup, a thought struck you. "Hey," you apprehensively began, "if I were to, I dunno, describe a scent mark to you, can you tell me who the person is?"

"Girl, I am not a bloodhound," he flatly remarked.

"Bitch, if anyone knows about scents, it's you! You know everyone's!"

"Yeah, everyone who I know personally," Asmo continued, "Scents can be subjective, anyway. One person's idea of a 'bouquet of roses' could be another's 'wide-open ass.' Similarly, some people like roses, some people like ass. It's just what it is."

"I get that... I think? It's just that I, umm, smelled a scent... on Diavolo last night. That's why I came home. I'm not sure if you might know the culprit if I describe the smell."

At that, the hand Asmo was using to apply your makeup went completely still, "Well... you wouldn't need a bloodhound for that, Y/N; you'd need a cadaver dog, bitch."

"A cadaver dog?"

"Uh, yeah. Clearly, whoever you're looking for is a dead bitch. They might just not know it yet," Asmo said, resuming the application of your makeup. You contemplated what Asmo had said as he continued, "So, Lord Diavolo knows you're a demon, then?"

You explained how you'd considered revealing it to Diavolo earlier in the night, but he interrupted you at dinner and you lost your nerve; how you didn't even catch a single unfamiliar scent off of him until you were about to go down on him. "It wasn't strong, so maybe it wasn't too recent. He doesn't know that I know about the scent mark. I told him I didn't feel up to being with him yet," you explained. Asmo

Meanwhile, you finally turned your D.D.D. on. As you'd anticipated, you were met with an absolute influx of concerned text messages that had been sent to you throughout the night by most of the demon brothers; however, the texts from Diavolo were what caught your attention.

Diavolo: Dearest dove, your phone isn't taking calls. Is there something wrong with it? Shall I buy you a new one?
Diavolo: I sent that last text over an hour ago and you still haven't replied. I'm growing concerned.
Diavolo: I just called Lucifer and he said you're likely asleep right now. Sleep well, my love. I will speak with you again soon.

He talked to Lucifer?

As he finished your makeup, Asmo asked, "Didn't you think he was cheating on you once or twice before? Like, remember that one time at The Fall a while back?"

You did remember, of course. It was the night that you got upset, went home, and Mammon left his scent mark on you.

...in you...

"Yeah, I did," you pondered, feeling your whole body vibrate with anxiety, "Dia was dressed up so nice to just come to The Fall for a few minutes and then leave. It never sat right with me, but I didn't really have any proof of anything; people can dress nicely to go out for a few minutes, but it's just not a typical Diavolo thing to do, if that makes sense."

"Tell you what, Hunny-Bunny, I think you should just text him and let him know that you're okay and that you're going on a shopping trip with me. We can discuss all of this sad shit later," Asmo said as he looked in your mirror, putting finishing touches on his own makeup.

That actually wasn't a bad idea...

You: Hey, Dia! I just woke up. Sorry about last night.

The responses from him came immediately.

Diavolo: Never apologize to me for not being ready, love.
Diavolo: Our relationship goes far beyond carnal desires.

You: Yeah.
You: Of course.
You: Asmo and I are going shopping at Majolish today.

Diavolo: I'll call down there and let them know to bill me for everything.
Diavolo: I mean, I can't have my school's human exchange student go without a decent wardrobe, right?

You: True.
You: Thank you.

"Alright," you said, smiling at Asmo, "Let's go!"

Asmo looked at you via your reflection in the mirror and told you that it was time for you to try the eye drops. Since becoming a demon, you hadn't really gone out in public, except school and the castle. It never really occurred to you that, since demons instinctively transition to their demon form in response to seeing another being in demon form, there would have been something in place to prevent that from happening spontaneously; otherwise, there was sure to be some sort of demonic domino effect happening in public places. What Asmo went on to explain was that in public spaces, such as The Fall and RAD, there were enchanted wards on the property that prevented this spontaneous kind of transformation from occurring. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case when just walking down the street, for example. There were no protective wards out in general public spaces to prevent that, so demons took special eye drops to help obscure the way their demonic minds perceived threats. "They aren't liquid, so it won't mess up your makeup. It's more of a powdery substance," Asmo said, grabbing you under the chin to tip your head back before putting the drops in your eyes. He talked about how long they last and some of the magic behind them, but you were more interested in the soothing feeling overtaking your eyes and didn't hear what he had said.

Blinking a few times, you looked at Asmo and asked, "How will I know if it works?"

With a smirk, Asmo briefly shifted into this demon form for just a couple of seconds; just long enough to prove to you that the drops worked.

When you and Asmo were ready to leave, you both walked into the front hall and, unfortunately, bumped into Lucifer. Lucifer eyed you critically before glancing at Asmo. "Hey, dearest brother," Asmo said, a lighthearted lilt to his voice, "We're about to head out. See you at dinner!" "No," Lucifer said to Asmo, before turning his attention back to you and stating, "A word, Y/N... in my office... now."

A word with Lucifer was the last thing you wanted. You still weren't entirely sure what Lucifer and Diavolo had discussed when they spoke the prior evening. Lucifer was the only one in the house that had no idea about your demon form and you didn't feel like having to explain it. Any of it.

Asmo crossed his arms and said, "The fuck you mean 'no,' Lucifer!?"

Lucifer glared at his brother and said, "I mean what I said. I need to speak with Y/N. Feel free to wait out here for her, Asmo, but this is important." Asmo rolled his eyes and pulled out his D.D.D. to focus his attention on something as Lucifer said to you, "Come with me to my office."

He turned from you and walked in the direction of his office. You felt your nerve deflate like an abandoned birthday balloon and, while Lucifer's back was turned, you darted toward the front door. You opened it and ran.

"GODDAMMIT, Y/N," Lucifer's voice echoed from within the house, "GET BACK IN HERE!"

When you didn't return, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Lucifer grumbled at Asmo, "Well? Are you going to go after her?"

Asmo twisted up his face in disgust as he said, "Yeah, but I'm not going to retrieve her for you. If that's what you're trying to get me to do, umm, absolutely not."

With a sigh, Lucifer said, "No. Just make sure Y/N is okay. It's not safe for a human to wander around the Devildom alone." Sauntering out the front door, Asmo cheekily looked over his shoulder and told Lucifer, "You're right. It wouldn't be safe... for a human."

With a sigh, Asmo thought, "This bitch better be at Hell's Kitchen..."

Chapter 67: You’ll Enjoy It, I Promise.

Summary:

You go to The Fall with Asmo, but he's not one of the demons you leave the club with.

Notes:

CW: descriptions of semi-public sex, aphrodisiacs, drinking, degradation, accidental voyeurism, not-so-dry dry humping

deluge
verb
del·uge ˈdel-ˌyüj -ˌyüzh; də-ˈlüj ˈdā-ˌlüj
: to overflow with water

You were hungry, so of course Asmo found you waiting outside of Hell's Kitchen.

"Bitch, I can't believe you'd leave me hanging like that," Asmo jokingly said, "I'm also surprised Lucifer didn't chase you down!" You shrugged and said, "He doesn't know about--" you quickly glanced around to make sure no one else was within listening distance "--me being a demoness now. I-I didn't wanna have to explain what happened with Dia last night. I know they spoke, but I don't know what Lucifer knows about what happened." Asmo smiled and lovingly held your face in his hands as he said, "You don't need to explain yourself, love. I just want us to have a fun day together. Let's eat and go to that spa that just opened up around the corner. I went there the other day and there's this one masseuse that totally gave the best happy ending I've ever had."

You'd already been dicked down enough for one morning, so you had no intention of utilizing that particular type of service; but you'd make sure to file that fact away for another time.

After eating lunch and going to the spa, getting a particularly tingly Dead Sea salt skin treatment, you and Asmo went to Majolish. "So, since we're going to The Fall tonight, we should coordinate outfits," Asmo said, searching through the clothing racks for something to wear, " and I'm feeling fancy tonight." Asmo held up a floor-length black satin gown for you to go try on; meanwhile, he had found a shirt of the exact same material for himself.

The dress itself was long, but it was so tight around your chest, waist, and hips that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The dress was also very low-cut. Fortunately, as with most clothing at Majolish, it was enchanted to prevent a wardrobe malfunction; if it was a dress from the human realm and you bent over too far, the seams of the dress would rip and your titties would most certainly plop right out of their assigned seats.

You stepped out of the dressing room so Asmo could give his appraisal. "Hunny-Bunny," he exclaimed, "that dress looks so perfect on you! Change back out of it and let's head back home. It's almost 4:00 and you know how Satan likes to eat dinner early like he's somebody's grandpa." Catching sight of the tag on the dress, you let out a gasp and said, "Asmo... this dress is, like, 2,500 Grimm..."

"So? Did that triflin'-ass motherfucker set a spending limit for you?"

You were a little shocked to hear Asmo refer to Diavolo that way, but replied, "Well, I mean... no. It's just a lot for a dress to just wear to The Fall." Asmo waved his hand dismissively and said, "Don't worry about it. If Lord Diavolo has got one thing, aside from the audacity, it's money. You're hardly making a dent in his wallet with this purchase. Plus, you need a dress for that banquet in a few weeks anyway."

You looked down at your chest before looking back at Asmo, "This dress is just... I dunno... Is this okay to wear this to a formal function like that?"

"This is the Devildom, ho. Listen, you could wear pasties with titty tassles and a diaper and still probably be considered acceptable," Asmo said jokingly. At least, you hoped it was jokingly...

After changing back out of your new dress and explaining at the register that Lord Diavolo said to bill him for the expense (though, not without hypercritical glances from the salespeople behind the counter), you and Asmo walked back to the House of Lamentation for dinner. As Asmo had previously mentioned, Satan prepared grilled scorpion and risotto Satan also purchased a tiramisu from Madam Scream's for dessert. Much to your surprise and relief, Lucifer was not present for dinner. Levi and Mammon were also missing from dinner; you knew that Levi had some gaming event he'd gone to in some other region of Hell and you assumed that Mammon was on a date with ol' what's-her-name.

As you were finishing your last bites of tiramisu, Asmo stood up and said, "C'mon, bitch, let's go get ready." Satan looked in your direction and asked, "You're going out tonight, Y/N?" Asmo was about to answer, but Belphie lifted his head from the table and groggily said, "Of course she is! She hasn't had enough dick for one day. She wants someone to hit it from the back until her spine pops out." You and Belphie exchanged glares before his lips spread into that smirk of his that you knew so well. Snapping at Belphie, Asmo said, "Y/N needs to go out and enjoy herself! Whether it's in a sexual way is up to her, not you. She's been going through a lot."

"Yeah, going through a lot of cock," Belphie fired back. Asmo stared Belphie down and said, "You were literally in a sound sleep a few seconds ago. Did you wake up just to talk shit?" "Yep," Belphie said, his eyes slowly closing, "I've said what I need to say, so..." Belphie's voice trailed off as he put his head down on the table again and immediately fell back asleep.

Meanwhile, Satan looked between you and Asmo as he asked, "'Going through a lot?' What happened, Y/N? Are you okay?" You sighed before explaining to Satan and Beel everything that had happened the night prior with Diavolo; how you smelled the scent mark, but couldn't say anything because Diavolo doesn't know about your demon form yet. Then, Beel asked the questions that everyone at the table had been wondering, "Why did Mammon turn you, though? What's gonna happen when Lord Diavolo does find out that you're a demoness now and you were turned by Mammon?"

You didn't want to give all the circumstances of how and why Mammon turned you. Though you were loath to admit it, your mind and heart were still trying to come to terms with everything that happened that day. You simply told them when you were turned and allowed them to draw their own conclusions. "I-I dunno what's gonna happen when Diavolo finds out," you said, doing a poor job of masking the shakiness of your voice, "He might decide not to... not to marry me. Maybe he'll send me back to the human realm. He might rip me to ribbons. He might--"

"Enough," Asmo said to you, "we're supposed to have a fun night tonight. Let's clean the kitchen and then get ready to go!"

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As usual on Saturday nights, The Fall was packed with people dancing, drinking, and fucking. The first thing that you and Asmo did when you entered The Fall was go toward one of the numerous back rooms that you'd never gone in while you were still a human. Before entering, Asmo turned to you and said, just barely loud enough for you to hear, "I'm gonna make sure you have a good night. When we go in here, don't look at anyone or talk to anyone."

"What? Why? What's in there?"

"Umm, let's just call it a private party," Asmo said, a devious smirk on his face, "If you make eye contact with anyone, they might try to pull you into what they're doing."

Your questions were answered as Asmo opened the door and you witnessed a large, cramped orgy; enticing, yes, but very uncomfortable-looking. There were beings on every surface in the room, including the walls and ceilings. The combination of scents and the demon-to-room ratio were claustrophobia-inducing. In the center of the room, there was a communal bowl of questionable pills and tiny little potion bottles. Asmo handed a potion bottle to you and said, "Drink up and go back out there, girl. I'm going to stick around here for a little while, unless... you want to join?"

You couldn't imagine being bent like a pretzel by an unfamiliar demon, so you declined that offer. You did ask Asmo what, exactly, was in the bottle he'd given to you. He replied with a wink, "A little potion named Waterfall. You'll enjoy it, I promise." With that, he turned away and began stripping his clothes off.

You supposed you had nothing to lose, so you threw caution to the wind (as usual) and drank the potion as you left the room. There were no immediate effects, so you sat at the bar on the main floor to order a couple shots of liquor and some demonus. To keep yourself occupied, you scrolled aimlessly through Devilgram; you'd unintentionally amassed a surprising number of friends and followers from being tagged in so many of Asmo's pictures during your time in the Devildom.

As you were scrolling, you felt a sudden shock from the effects of the potion you drank beginning to take hold. You felt hot and itchy and... suddenly very wet.

Waterfall.

"That raggedy bitch," you thought, "He could've fucking warned me that this was a fucking aphrodisiac." As you started to smell your arousal, you panicked. "I've gotta get outta here," you thought, finishing the last of your drink and turning around to get off the barstool, "Maybe our VIP room is open and I can sit in there and wait for it to wear off." People around you began glancing in your direction and you realized that they could smell your arousal, too.

Just as you began to walk away from the bar, you happened to catch sight of a certain white-haired demon standing at the other end. You'd had no idea he'd be at The Fall that night. He was making small talk with the bartender, a handsome incubus with bright pink locs, so he didn't immediately see you approach him. Mammon was wearing a black fishnet tank top, allowing you to view the lean muscles of his back. And those tight black leather pants hugging his ass and thighs? Oh, what you wouldn't give to rip those off of him, get on your knees, and suck his cock right there in front of everyone. Where was his little girlfriend? Minako, the armadillo-faced bitch. Because you'd deepthroat every inch of Mammon right in front of her, too; you wanted her to watch how much he enjoyed it when you sucked the non-existent soul out of him.

You closed your eyes and shook your head slightly, trying to clear that thought from your head. That was probably definitely the potion talking. You cautiously walked up to Mammon, aware that Minako could be lurking around there somewhere.

When you were closer to him, Mammon quickly turned around to look in your direction. He had most definitely smelled you approaching him. As he gazed at you, you could see how flushed his face was. His pupils were also so dilated that you almost couldn't see the beautiful blue and yellow of his eyes. He had absolutely taken some kind of potion, too.

Mammon wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He spoke into your ear, "Are ya here alone?"

"I came here with Asmo, but he's off... umm, doing something else."

"I'm here alone tonight, Treasure. I won big at the casino earlier and I feel like celebratin'," Mammon spoke in your ear, "Go upstairs and wait outside the VIP room. I'll meet ya up there."

Your knees were weak and your steps were awkward as you made your way to the VIP rooms. Fortunately, your enchanted shoes didn't let you down (literally or figuratively).

When you finally arrived at the door of the House of Lamentation's VIP room, you stopped in your tracks. Inside the room was the muffled sound of a feminine voice moaning.

Maybe that's why Mammon told you to wait outside? But... who WAS in there?

Actually, as you listened, you realized that there were at least two demonesses or succubi in the room. You leaned closer to the door, listening so you could figure out whether they were anyone you actually knew or just some random horny individuals who found their way into the House of Lamentation's VIP room. Their moaning was reaching a heightened crescendo, which both aroused and confused you. Then, you heard yet another feminine voice in there. Instead of moaning and carrying on like the others, this voice was talking. Though muffled by the door, you heard the voice say, "Mmm, I want to taste your cum. Can you cum in my--"

"Y/N?"

Mammon's voice made you jump back from the door. "There's someone in there. Well, a few someones," you explained. Mammon's face contorted slightly in confusion and he pressed his ear to the door to listen. "I do hear some people, but I dunno who the fuck they are," Mammon said to you, "but it don't sound like anyone I know."

Mammon cautiously charmed the doorknob to unlock it. As Mammon turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door, it revealed none other than Lucifer and three succubi. The smell of sex and sweet cigar smoke permeated the atmosphere of the room. Lucifer sat on one of the couches, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched two succubi eating each other out on the couch across from him; meanwhile, the third succubus was on her knees on the floor in front of Lucifer, giving him a comedically enthusiastic blowjob.

Okay... so there was that.

Lucifer shot a glare in your general direction until his mind comprehended that you were standing there; his expression then softened. "Ladies, you're all dismissed," Lucifer said, addressing the succubi, but looking at you with lust-clouded eyes. His voice was somewhat slushy, so you could tell he was most definitely under the influence of something, as well.

After the succubi straightened themselves up and awkwardly sauntered past you and Mammon, Lucifer smirked and said, "C'mere, Y/N. Lemme see your outfit." Mammon started complaining to Lucifer about the whole situation, whining, "Lucifer, the succubi are gone, so can ya at least put your fuckin' cock away or somethin'!?" Lucifer's erection was still proudly standing as he refused to put it back in his pants.

No, Lucifer didn't plan on tucking his dick back into his pants; he definitely planned to use it.

Nonetheless, you walked close to him. "Mmm, I can smell you already," Lucifer hummed in approval, "Do a lil spin for me. Lemme see how beautiful my darling is." You awkwardly spun around so Lucifer could see the dress in its entirety. "Come closer," he said, holding his hand out for you to take, "You ran from me earlier. It hurt me, Y/N." Behind you, Mammon was griping again, "Oi! C'mon, ya fuckin' weirdo. I came up here to hang out with Y/N, not for ya to swoop in and steal 'er!"

Just as you looked over your shoulder to reassure Mammon, Lucifer used his grip on your hand to forcefully pull you toward him. In a quick motion, he pulled your dress up over your hips and settled you so you were straddling his lap. You felt Lucifer's hard cock through your thin lace panties and reflexively wiggled your hips so you could feel the friction of it against you.

"Shuddap, Mammon," Lucifer growled at his brother, the intoxication heavy in his voice, "You've got no room to talk. You expect me to believe that the both of you were comin' in here with nothing... nothing lewd in mind? To just 'hang out?' What kinda fool do you take me for, Mammon?" Lucifer looked back into your eyes and grabbed your hips tightly as he rutted upward against your damp panties, "I can feel how hot and wet you are. I know exactly why you were coming in here, Y/N. You can't fool me - I know what a needy, undiscerning little harlot you are. For fucks sake, Y/N, your breasts look like they're about to fall right out of that dress! It doesn't matter the time or place, you're always looking to get a demon's cock inside you, aren't you?" Lucifer rutted his hips up again and you bit your bottom lip and tried to hold in your whimper, but failed miserably; all rationality had left you by that point. With a smirk, Lucifer tauntingly continued, "My, my, you are! I'd be willing to wager a guess that you'd like Mammon and I both to fuck you 'til you can't stand. You'd like that, wouldn't you, my precious, deprived darling?"

You bit your lip and quickly nodded, feeling your face turning red. The thought of being squeezed between these two powerful, sexy demons made you get even wetter. In fact, you instantly understood why the potion you'd taken was called Waterfall; your arousal began practically pouring from your pussy, straight through your panties and right onto Lucifer's erection, covering him in your scent. Lucifer gasped, looking puzzled by the sudden wetness on him; again, not knowing that you were a demoness and had taken a demon aphrodisiac. Mammon picked up on what was happening and stood behind you. Mammon ran the tips of his fingers along your shoulders as he leaned in close to you and said, "This club's feelin' a lil stuffy. How 'bout the three of us take this home instead, darlin'?"

"Yeah," you said, smiling and closing your eyes as you felt your mind swimming within itself. Lucifer added, "Yeah, let's do that."

Chapter 68: Until You Can't Stand

Summary:

Why go indoor rock climbing when you can go indoor cock climbing?

Notes:

CW: mentions of aphrodisiacs, threesome (vaginal/anal), degradation, spanking, cum play, wing kink, praise kink, breeding kink, intergluteal sex

libidinous
adjective
li·bid·i·nous lə-ˈbi-də-nəs -ˈbid-nəs
: having or marked by lustful desires

"Whatever ya got into at The Fall did a number on ya, darlin'."

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of Mammon's voice. Looking around, you realized that you were in your bed, obviously having passed out during the trip between The Fall and the House of Lamentation. The effects of the aphrodisiac were obviously too strong for you to handle. You supposed that Lucifer or Mammon carried you home because you didn't remember anything of the trip from The Fall. They had also stripped you completely naked. Maybe you had done it yourself and just didn't remember. Either way, your entire body was still burning with need; you felt sweaty, itchy, and frustrated.

Mammon was sitting on your bed next to you, affectionately holding one of your hands in his own, and Lucifer was in your en suite. Unbeknownst to you at that point, Mammon and Lucifer had each taken an additional aphrodisiac dose while you were in your stupor; they really did plan to fuck you into a whole other plane of existence.

You heard Lucifer's drunken voice grumbling from within your en suite, "She'd better not've gotten into anything that could kill humans." You and Mammon smirked knowingly at each other. Mammon leaned in close and, making sure Lucifer couldn't hear, he whispered, "I know ya took somethin'. What was it? Ya passed out a lil while ago and I wanna make sure that ya didn't take anythin' that'll for real hurt ya."

"I got it from Asmo," you whispered, "Waterfall?"

Mammon sat back and looked at you, comically wide-eyed, and quietly said, "That's prolly one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs in the Devildom. No wonder your pussy is drippin' non-stop!"

"Well, what'd you get into, Mammoney? Your pupils are fuckin' huge."

"I, uhh... well, like," he began, before blushing intensely and quietly continuing, "the same thing." As if to prove his point, Mammon took your hand and moved it to the bulge in his pants. "Mammon, I wanna fuck you so bad," you whined. He smirked and replied, "How the fuck do ya think I feel? I don't even wanna tell ya all the unholy things I've been fantasizin' 'bout doin' to ya lately." With heavy-lidded eyes, Mammon leaned over and gently kissed your lips.

Lucifer climbed onto your bed, already stripped down to only his boxers, and leaned back against the headboard. "C'mere, Y/N," Lucifer said, palming himself through his underwear, "I wanna feel you on me." Mammon broke your kiss and whispered, "I love ya, treasure. Be a good girl and go get on Lucifer's lap." You crawled over to Lucifer and straddled his lap. As you rolled your hips to grind your pussy down against his clothed erection, both you and Lucifer groaned; the friction from his underwear on your clit had your eyes rolling back and your legs getting weak. Arousal was practically pouring from you, soaking the fabric of Lucifer's boxers. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Mammon had gotten off of the bed, undressed, and was stroking himself as he watched you.

"So, darling, tell me what happened last night," Lucifer said, grabbing your hips to take control of your movements. Between moans and pleasured cries, you said, "I-I think Dia's been... fucking someone else." Lucifer's brows furrowed with concern and Mammon snapped, "Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me!?" Lucifer briefly shook his head in disbelief and asked, "Y/N, why'd you think that?"

"I... I mean, I j-just know." Obviously, you couldn't mention the scent mark.

"How? Do you have proof?"

"No." Yes.

Reading the uncomfortable situation perfectly, Mammon complained, "Oi, Lucifer, now ain't the time! I'm 'er guardian and I say she needs to get her mind off it. We don't need to go into how or why right now, right, Y/N?"

"Yeah, I mean, I-I kinda just wanna have at least one dick inside me... before my skin literally melts off."

"Me, as well," Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse as he moved his underwear down to reveal his throbbing cock, "I can't wait any longer, darling. I'm burning for you, Y/N." He then grasped your hips and lined himself up with your entrance before slamming your hips down on his, causing him to penetrate you more deeply than you anticipated. Lucifer continued to hold you firmly in place as he aggressively thrust into you.

Meanwhile, Mammon had grabbed the bottle of lube that you kept under your bed, using it to completely coat his fingers and his erection. He then took his place on the bed behind you and began rubbing a finger in and around your asshole, trying to thoroughly lubricate you. He then added a second finger... followed by a third. Your body tensed a little in response, which caused Lucifer to inhale sharply.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around you, allowing his hands to spread your ass cheeks, making it easier for Mammon to push his well-lubricated erection slowly into your ass. After the first couple of inches, Mammon leaned forward, whispering in your ear, "Well, y'know, the best way to get over one demon is to get under another," before he continued pushing himself into you until he had bottomed out.

Once you had acclimated to the feeling of being filled by the two handsome demons, they both began gently slowly pumping into you. Lucifer brought his hands up to your breasts and Mammon wrapped his arm around you, quickly rubbing your clit.

Mammon's thrusts became faster and more relentless as he said, "Fuck, beautiful, ya take our cocks so good." He brought his hand down harshly against your ass.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

Every time Mammon smacked your ass, your body tensed up and squeezed their cocks harder. Eventually, it got to where Lucifer seemed unable to take it anymore; he closed his eyes and groaned out something in Infernal before his demon form began to manifest. Initially, this didn't worry you; after all, Asmo had given you those drops earlier, right?

... Right?

But, have most things ever REALLY worked out in your favor since you've lived in the Devildom?

Unfortunately, as your demon form also appeared, you were hit with the sudden realization that the eyedrops must've worn off. You knew you should've paid attention when Asmo told you how long they were effective for. Your wings gently stretched out and fluttered while your tail wrapped itself around Mammon's thigh, as if to make sure he stayed as close to you as possible. From behind you came the telltale whoosh of Mammon's wings, as well.

"Holy fuck, treasure," Mammon said, his voice dripping with lust, "Your wings're so fuckin' beautiful. I love seein' 'em up close like this." You felt goosebumps rise on your skin as Mammon gently stroked your wings. At the same time, Lucifer lifted his hand up to run his finger along one of your horns. He muttered, "Your horns are... very telling," as he glared between your horns and Mammon's. You could tell that Lucifer obviously had thoughts, but they were muted by the moment's throes of passion.

Lucifer thrust his hips upward in a particularly forceful way.

And there goes somebody with his damaged pride.

Though, if he was being aggressive to cause you pain in an attempt to prove a point, the joke was on him because the hostility made each movement feel good.

"Cum for us, treasure," Mammon said, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

Lucifer groaned and said, "I'm about to cum. Do you want me to fill your pussy, darling?" Before you could answer, Mammon leaned next to your ear and asked, "Do ya want both of us to cum in that tight lil pussy tonight?" "Mmhmm," you moaned out, knowing you were unable to form coherent words.

Lucifer and Mammon both began pounding into you at a more rapid pace. You were unable to restrain your lewd moans and screams. A devious glint in his eyes, Lucifer continued stroking your horn and said, "Yeah, baby, keep making those pretty sounds for us." You felt your pussy pulsate at that, squeezing both of their cocks even more tightly.

Lucifer's hips stuttered and he let out a groan as he came inside you and spoke in Infernal; from the little bit of Infernal you'd learned so far, you figured that it was something about how he was in disbelief of how good it felt to put his seed in you. Mammon responded to Lucifer, also speaking in Infernal, telling Lucifer that he was going to the bathroom since it was his turn. Lucifer replied to him, though in English this time, "Be quick. I dunno if I can keep my hands off her, Mammon. I might fuck this tight pussy again if you don't hurry."

Mammon slowly pulled out of your ass and walked to the bathroom to clean himself. Meanwhile, Lucifer helped you to turn around on his lap, allowing you to lie with your back against his chest. He reached between your legs and coated his fingers in the cum that was dripping out of you, bringing his fingers up to your mouth for you to taste the mixture of your releases. After you'd licked his fingers clean, he reached back down and used more cum for lubrication as he rubbed your clit. With his other hand, Lucifer began stroking your tail, which had begun nervously thrashing about. Lucifer drunkenly whispered in your ear, "You're such a filthy girl, Y/N. I bet you'd love it if I called all of my brothers in here to take turns cumming inside you. We could all empty our seed in you and see whose actually takes this time."

"Yes, Luci," you moaned out. At that moment, the mere thought of being passed around by all of them made your pussy twitch. Lucifer's ministrations sped up as he continued, "If demon sex feels this good with just two of us fucking you senseless, imagine how you'll feel with all seven of us." The sound of Lucifer's voice was so hypnotic that you were already approaching another orgasm by the time Mammon returned from your bathroom.

Mammon crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between your legs. Lucifer grabbed the backs of your thighs and pulled your legs up to your chest, exposing your used pussy to Mammon. His face flushed as he saw you spread so beautifully for him, the mixture of your cum and Lucifer's leaking out of you and pouring down onto your sheets. Your tail found Mammon's thigh once more, wrapping itself around it and beckoning him to come closer.

Mammon reached down and stroked himself a few times before lining up with your soaking wet pussy and sinking in with one thrust. He began aggressively fucking you against Lucifer, who still held your thighs open. Lucifer murmured praises in your ear and occasionally pressed affectionate kisses on your neck; however, what sent you to the brink of insanity was how he ran his mouth along the edge of your wings, pressing sloppy kisses on them.

You were becoming overwhelmed at the bombardment of pleasure again, and tears ran freely down your cheeks.

Gazing down at you with a dreamy haze in his eyes, Mammon grabbed one of your horns and held onto it to help ground himself. "Fuck, ya look so perfect takin' my cock, treasure," he spoke through gritted teeth. He then grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders, which allowed him to penetrate you at a slightly different angle. Lucifer took that opportunity to move his hands up to stroke your wings, causing tingly goosebumps to raise on your body again. You could feel that Lucifer's dick was hard again as he rutted it between your ass cheeks. Mammon cooed, "Are we makin' ya feel good?"

You nodded quickly as you babbled out sounds that no one, including yourself, could understand. You just barely heard Lucifer let out a deep, smug laugh as he observed, "Sounds like someone has been fucked dumb. And she's crying, too? Poor thing." In reply, you let out a high-pitched whine.

The squelching sound from your pussy and the slapping of skin on skin filled the room as Mammon continued to aggressively thrust into you, chasing his own orgasmic high. "Oh, fuck," you moaned out.

"Ya like it, don'tcha, treasure?"

"Y-Yes."

"Ya like when I go fuckin' balls-deep like this," he slammed his hips into yours for emphasis, "Don'tcha, ya pretty lil slut?" He had fucked you so deeply that it was almost painful.

The fact that there were low grunts coming from Lucifer wasn't lost on you. You could feel his movements behind you also picking up speed.

You began to have another orgasm. "Yeah, baby, cum on this fuckin' cock," Mammon said, a devious smirk on his face. Looking up into his eyes, you said, "I wanna feel you cum inside me, too, Mammoney. Please... cum in me."

That sent him over the edge. Upon hearing your request, Mammon muttered, "Oh, fuck." He let out a loud groan as the walls of your pussy milked him dry, his hot cum filling you. Shortly thereafter, you felt warm wetness on your back as Lucifer also came.

As the three of you caught your breath and came down from your highs, your demon forms vanished. With a relieved sigh, you asked, "Should we get cleaned up?"

Mammon pulled out of you and, much like Lucifer had, ran his fingers through your folds to gather your combined cum and shoved them in your mouth. It must have been the aphrodisiac affecting you again, but your body began to heat up once more with the taste in your mouth.

In a surprisingly sober voice, Lucifer said, "I hope you aren't under the impression that we're actually done with you."

"Wh-What? You're not done?"

"Darling, did I not tell you that we were going to fuck you until you can't stand. After all, Y/N, you're a demoness now. There's no question that you can take it."

You had a long night ahead of you.

These demons and their nonexistent refractory period...

Chapter 69: My Opinion Doesn’t Change My Affection Toward You

Summary:

After being admonished by Lucifer, you decide to reach out to someone who might have some answers.

Notes:

CW: Mild violence, blood, no smut
(Go figure that chapter 69, of all chapters, would be a smutless one)

contrite
adjective
con·trite kən-ˈtrīt also ˈkän-ˌtrīt
: feeling or showing sorrow and remorse for improper or objectionable behavior, actions, etc.

You awoke to an excruciating pain in your thighs and a cloudiness in your mind. The events of the prior night slowly caught up to you as you recalled being bent in half while you were railed for hours by Mammon and Lucifer. You did vaguely recall the both of them trying to keep you awake and alert long enough to bathe you, get you to drink the scent tea, and take one of your contraceptive pills.

Slowly sitting up, you looked around and realized you were alone in your bed. Your bedroom was dark, though there was a thin strip of light coming from under your bathroom door. You grabbed your D.D.D. from your nightstand to check the time and, "1:30 PM," you all but yelled; or, rather, tried to yell, but the sound came out more as a gravelly yelp. You immediately regretted vocalizing anything because your throat was burning and a sharp pain overtook your head. A deep, amused voice from your bathroom replied, "Yes, it is that late, Y/N." Lucifer opened the bathroom door and walked into your room, giving you a smug smile. He still looked a little drowsy, making it obvious that he had also just woken up.

"You mean to tell me that you actually slept in?"

"Well, we did stay up quite late last night. By the time Mammon and I were through with you, it was already the early hours of the morning."

"Speaking of," you allowed your voice to trail off as you glanced around your room, looking for any trace of your greedy demon.

"He... had a previous commitment for this afternoon and left the house about two hours ago," Lucifer said, though there was a slight twitch in his expression as he spoke. You rolled your eyes, "Minako, right?" Lucifer cleared his throat and looked downward for a second. Of course, that simple action told you everything you needed to know.

"Your voice is raspy, Y/N. I can't say I'm surprised, though, since you spent a good portion of the night screaming like a tortured banshee," a smile spread on Lucifer's face, obviously amused as he recalled the night's activities, "Lie back and let me help you."

You laid back down on the bed and Lucifer sat next to you. He carefully placed the palms of his hands against your neck and began reciting a healing incantation. It only took a few seconds before your throat felt better. He then moved a hand to your forehead to help your headache. Lucifer removed his hands from you and said, "You and I obviously need to have a... discussion. I was not of sound mind to ask any questions last night. Believe me, Y/N, I have many questions."

The calm before the storm...

"Y/N, why in the fuck are you a demon now!? When did all of this happen!? How did you end up with demoness birth control!? I know you couldn't have procured it on your own! And, why, why, in the name of everything that is demonic, was it Mammon who changed you!?"

By that point in his one-sided attempt at an interrogation, Lucifer had risen to his feet and was pacing angrily around your room. He continued, though you could tell he was merely speaking in your vicinity and not speaking directly to you, "Lord Diavolo will have everyone's head on a fucking platter! Did my brothers and I end up down here just to have a fucking former human be the actual death of us!? GODDAMMIT, Y/N!"

Lucifer practically leaped back onto your bed and got on top of you, straddling you and grabbing you by your shoulders. Your eyes closed tightly out of fear just before the whoosh of feathered wings announced the appearance of Lucifer's demon form. Initially, you began to squirm and try to get out of his hold, but it was no use. The grip on your shoulders was becoming painful and you could feel the sharp pressure of his claws digging into the skin of your shoulders. You opened your eyes to be met with Lucifer's, which glowed with absolute fury. His claws were digging deeper and deeper, and you could tell when they finally broke the skin. Your demon form also came out, your own wings and tail struggling to move beneath you while you were restrained under Lucifer's weight. He practically growled, "Do you have any idea how much danger you've put my brothers in!? After everything we've done for you, you have the fucking audacity--"

"Why... do you sound... like you're blaming me entirely?"

Lucifer said nothing.

"L-Lucifer," your voice trembled, "You're hurting m-me. Please... please, get off of me."

You felt him remove his hands from your shoulders for a moment. With the pads of his fingers, Lucifer gently rubbed the places where his clawed fingers had cut into your skin. His expression held a great deal of regret and concern as he observed, "I've injured you, Y/N. I should clean your blood up."

Lucifer leaned down, and you thought he was going to kiss you; though, to your surprise, his lips met your shoulder instead. His tongue travelled along the bloodied indentations he'd made on your skin. He hummed in approval at the taste of your blood. "So delicious," he groaned against your shoulder, "Even though you're a demoness, you still have some of your human taste in your blood."

"I do?"

"Yes, darling. You will for quite some time, I believe," Lucifer said, moving his attention to your other shoulder to also caress that blood away with his tongue.

When he finally pulled back from your shoulder and looked down at you, you took in the sight of his blood-tinted lips. "You always taste so good," Lucifer said, running his tongue across his lips while his wings lazily waved behind him. His demon form soon receded as he continued, "As for my brainless brother, believe me when I say that he will be thoroughly punished for his actions. Anticipate seeing him strung up from the ceiling."

"Please don't string him up by his balls," you said. Your demon form also receded as Lucifer rubbed his hands back over your wounds, trying to repair and conceal them. "No promises. Don't you worry your pretty little mind about how I choose to punish my brothers," he said, "However, I am curious as to when and why this new form of yours has come about. Care to clarify this for me?"

There was no way that you could confess to Lucifer that you planned to run away with Mammon and couldn't have safely done so as a human; instead, you told him when it occurred and hoped that he would draw his own conclusion. You could tell by his expression that he knew there was more to the story than what you were leaving out some key detailed, but he didn't press you further.

You smoothly changed the subject as you immediately transitioned into telling Lucifer about smelling the scent mark on Diavolo. You explained the scent to Lucifer, partly hoping that he would be able to narrow down who your traitorous future husband had been fucking. Lucifer had no such input; though, he did have some observations.

"Would you like my opinion on this situation, Y/N?"

"Sure."

"May I be blunt?"

"I... guess."

"What Lord Diavolo may or may not have done is no worse than what you have been doing with my brothers and I, Y/N. I don't know whether you just need to hear someone say this to you, but that is a fact; you have been fucking us more than you've been fucking your future husband. How many of us have you had sex with since you got upset and left the castle Friday night? I'm sure it wasn't just Mammon and I."

"Wow, Luci," you said flatly. Your face was expressionless; however, it felt like he'd driven a knife directly into your chest. He wasn't exactly wrong, though, and you couldn't deny that Lucifer's opinion on the issue was well-founded... albeit sobering.

"It needed to be said," Lucifer said curtly, rising from your bed, "Now, darling, I have quite a bit of work to handle right now, so I must leave you. Please do consider telling Lord Diavolo about your new form because he will most certainly catch on to your lack of monthly menstruation sooner or later. Barbatos is intuitive and far more observant than Lord Diavolo, so Barbatos might have already figured out that something is going on with your reproductive cycle." He walked to your bedroom door; however, before he left your room, Lucifer turned around and looked at you again. "Just know that my opinion doesn't change my affection toward you," he quietly said, a strained-looking smile on his face.

As your bedroom door closed and you heard Lucifer's steps walk down the hall, a thought struck you. You grabbed your D.D.D. and quickly sent a text message.

You: Hey, I need to talk to you. Can we talk at school tomorrow? Maybe at lunch?
You: In private.

You didn't anticipate getting a response immediately, so you hobbled over to your bathroom to try to locate a pain relief potion from the cabinet. There had been a unit on potions in your spells class recently and Satan had helped you assemble a few very useful ones, including pain relief potions and salves.

After drinking one of the stronger potions, you got back on the bed. You were surprised to see such a quick reply when you glanced at your D.D.D.

Barbatos: Of course, Y/N. I'd enjoy your company. Allow me to figure out something to keep the Young Master occupied.
Barbatos: If I may, is there anything in particular that you are wanting to discuss so privately with me?

You: It's about Dia.
You: I have questions and I think YOU have answers.

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The following afternoon, Barbatos met up with you in the empty classroom next to Diavolo's office. You could tell that he was tense when you entered the classroom.

Ooh, his ass definitely knows something.

You played out multiple scenarios in your head. It was possible that Barbatos wouldn't tell you anything. It was possible that he would deny anything happening. Barbatos was always around Lord Diavolo, so he would have to know something. Maybe it would be a simple answer. You'd never smelled Barbatos' scent mark before, so maybe he was the one?

You almost hoped so, as you could actually accept that; however, you also figured that was a particular boundary that Barbatos wouldn't cross while Lord Diavolo was in a relationship with you.

"Good afternoon, Miss Y/N," Barbatos said, his usual charming smile on his face. "It'll be an even better afternoon when I get some answers," you said, crossing your arms. Barbatos bowed his head slightly and said, "Ask away, dear Y/N."

Figuring it was time to completely just tear the bandaid off, you abruptly asked, "Who has Diavolo been fucking?" Mentally, you pleaded with him, "Please, please, don't ask what proof I have."

Barbatos' expression didn't falter for even a second as he asked, "So, he already told you?"

Notes:

It might be a while again before the next chapter. I've decided that I should take some time to write a solid outline of this story so I can update more frequently than once a month in the future.

Chapter 70: I Suppose… a Confession?

Summary:

Diavolo confesses to you about his wrongdoings.

Notes:

CW: brief oral sex

equanimity
noun
equa·nim·i·ty ˌē-kwə-ˈni-mə-tē ˌe-kwə-
: evenness of mind especially under stress

"So, he already told you?"

"No. Diavolo hasn't said a thing to me," you said, crossing your arms and glaring at Barbatos.

"How did you find out?"

"Because... you just told me."

Barbatos' expression, usually schooled into a mask of stoicism, completely changed as he realized that he had let the cat out of the bag; his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly in disbelief.

Your eye began to twitch and your stomach began to churn. You kept trying to remind yourself that this isn't a big deal compared to what you'd been doing behind Diavolo’s back.

Barbatos cleared his throat and said, "If I may play Devil's advocate - no pun intended - Lord Diavolo had planned to speak with you about this situation. Though I know it won't make a difference, I will say that he was regretful about the encounter, to say the least. He told me that he intended to speak with you about this in person, most likely planning to do so while you had been at the castle on Friday night. In fact, I initially assumed that it was the reason that you had left so abruptly that night."

Well, technically...

"Diavolo hasn't said anything," you stated once more, "You told me yesterday that you were going to find something to keep him occupied. Where is he?" Barbatos quickly replied, "Presently, he is in his office. We can--"

"Not in there fucking someone else, is he?"

Barbatos sighed and answered, "No, Miss Y/N, he's doing nothing of the sort. If anything, he is looking over student council plans for the banquet in a couple of weeks. This banquet is going to be a very important engagement." You weren't interested in whatever this special banquet was, so you quickly said, "Bring me to him."

"As you wish, Miss Y/N."

"Drop the formalities."

"As you wish... Y/N."

Barbatos walked out of the classroom with you and gently knocked on Diavolo's office door. Diavolo’s voice called out, "You can come in." Barbatos entered first, saying, "Hello, Young Master, Y/N is here to see you." Diavolo was sitting at his desk, several documents spread across the surface. His face lit up and he smiled as he looked up at you. Something about his smile and gaze sparked an unwanted kaleidoscope of butterflies inside you.

Barbatos bowed slightly to Diavolo and said, "I believe I need to leave the both of you alone for the moment." Diavolo and Barbatos then exchanged a glance that must've told Diavolo everything he needed to know; he needed to tell you the truth. "I, umm," Diavolo muttered to Barbatos, "W-Well, yes, I suppose I-I do need to speak with Y/N."

You watched Barbatos walk out of the room, turning your attention to Diavolo once the butler had left the room and closed the door behind him. Diavolo gestured to a chair across from his desk and said, "Have a seat, Y/N."

As you sat down across from Diavolo, he let out a sigh. He resembled such a deflated balloon of a demon as he said, "Y-Y/N, I have a... something to say. It's, umm, I suppose... a confession? Yes, I think it w-would be a confession." You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish what he had to say. "While you were... were, well, infirmed, I... strayed."

"Elaborate," you snapped.

"I-I had a moment of weakness a-and I cheated on you," Diavolo said, avoiding direct eye contact with you. Your teeth briefly chattered with anxiety as you waited for him to continue. Diavolo rose from his chair and walked around his desk, approaching you as he continued, "I don't know what I can do to make it up to you, my dearest love." He was noticeably on the verge of tears.

Diavolo quickly got down on his knees on the floor in front of you. He grabbed your hands to hold them in his own as he went on, "I had a recent temptation and I deeply regret it. Please understand that this relationship between you and I is a very new concept to me, given the length of my life. My experience with monogamy is... limited, at best."

“You decided to give in to a desire for a cathartic fuck? You cheated on me? You cheated on me while I was unwell!?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I--"

"In the bed we share!? Do I need to burn the fucking bed, Dia?"

"N-No, love," Diavolo began stuttering over his words, "It's... it w-was, umm... I-I was in an-another area of Hell."

"Who was it?"

Diavolo sighed and looked away from you and said, "A demoness who pursued me. Sh-She did so quite aggressively, I might add. She's not someone who you have to worry about. Again, I-I regret what I did and I, umm, don't know what I can possibly do to make it up to you."
"Who... was... it?"

He said it happened in "another area of Hell." That doesn't mean it was a demoness from a different area of Hell. You couldn't imagine continuing to attend classes at RAD if Diavolo had been fucking one of the other students. What if it was someone you had a class with? What if it was someone you passed in the hall every day at school? Did he find her more attractive than you? Did he enjoy himself? You cringed at that thought. Though, you did find a minimal amount of comfort in the fact that no one outside of the castle and the House of Lamentation really knew anything about your relationship with Diavolo yet; other demons in school and around town wouldn't be staring at you or gossiping about Diavolo cheating on you.

"Dearest, I would prefer to not tell you."

"Why not?"

"You're a human. I don't want you trying to go after this demoness. You might get hurt, love. And I promise you, it's not someone you'll need to worry about in the future."

He wasn't wrong in his concerns. Though you weren't human any longer, you were a new demoness and a stronger demoness could easily rip you to ribbons.

You pulled your hands out of Diavolo's and stood up. His eyes were pleading as he looked up at you. Turning away from him, you asked, "Is this just going to be a... a thing? Y'know, like, should I just anticipate you cheating on me with random demonesses during our marriage? If that's the case, just send me back up to the human realm and let me go back to my fucking life."

That could never happen, of course; you were no longer a human and you'd never truly be able to go back to your life from before.

Not that Diavolo knew that yet...

Diavolo rose to his feet and turned you around to face him. He gently gripped your chin, turning your face up to look at him. "No," he firmly stated, "You're mine and that is not up for discussion. I love you, Y/N. And you love me." You jerked your head back, removing it from his grip, and practically screeched at him, "Don’t you fucking presume to tell me how I feel! You... you..." You paused before continuing in Infernal, calling him what roughly translated to "a pumpkin-headed, parrot-walking whore and a sentient hangnail."

Okay, so your Infernal was improving, but your insults still needed a little work...

"Please, dearest dove," Diavolo began, sinking back down to his knees in front of you. To your surprise, but not to your dismay, he put his hands on the front of your thighs and started moving them upward; the action causing his hands to drag the front of your skirt up, as he begged, "Let me make it up to you." He tucked the fabric of your skirt into the waistband to give him better access to you. His lust-filled eyes met yours as he began kissing one of your bare thighs, starting at your knee and moving upward. Soon, his face was near your clothed heat and he ran his tongue along your slit through your panties and the action made your pussy twitch in an amazing way.

Well, if he insists...

Chapter 71: I’ve Wronged You and I Need To Make Up for It

Summary:

Diavolo apologizes for his wrongdoings and the two of you have a brief discussion on the state of your relationship

Notes:

CW: mention of oral sex and fingering, daddy kink

indubitable
adjective
in·du·bi·ta·ble (ˌ)in-ˈdü-bə-tə-bəl -ˈdyü-
: too evident to be doubted

You spent the rest of your lunch period with Diavolo's head between your thighs, having been brought to orgasm multiple times by his tongue and fingers. The sinful things his tongue could do to you made your legs weak. You wanted to ride his big dick into the sunset like a bandit stay mad at him, but your anger had managed to lessen with each swipe of his tongue on your clit. He didn't ease up on you until your third orgasm of the afternoon.

Diavolo removed his mouth from you, wiping the combination of your slick and his saliva from his face with the back of his hand. "It will be time for your next class soon," Diavolo quietly remarked, "Let's go get you cleaned up. It won't do to have you walking around school with the smell of your arousal so strong between your thighs."

You and Diavolo went into the private bathroom attached to his office. He turned on the tap to fill the bathtub before going to the sink to wash his hands and face with scent soap. You jokingly scoffed, "Too good to take a bath with me?"

This tub, while modest in size in comparison to the bathtubs at the castle, was still large enough to where it would at least be able to fit both of you.

"No. This is about you, Y/N," Diavolo said, "Allow me to take care of you." He didn't wait for you to reply before he began unbuttoning, unfastening, and removing your clothing; he seemed to take every opportunity to run his fingers along your skin as he did so. Then, he squeezed a dollop of scent soap in with the running water. As foamy bubbles formed in your bath water, Diavolo turned his gaze to you; the way his eyes perused your body began to make you anxious.

"I actually think I'm going to excuse you from your classes for the rest of the day," he reconsidered, "I've wronged you and I need to make up for it. Get in the tub and I'll be right back. Will you be a good girl for me and let Daddy pamper you?"

"Sure, but what reason are you going to give for me missing my classes?"

"Good question. Hmm... I suppose I'll tell your teachers that you and I are going to be busy discussing your progress in the exchange program."

As you stepped into the bathtub, you cheekily asked, "Oh, yeah? And how's my progress?"

With a smirk, Diavolo glanced back over his shoulder and seductively said, "Surpassing everything I've ever wanted."

When he left the room, you sank into the warm, bubbly water and tried to relax. "He confessed and apologized," you silently pondered, fidgeting with your loofah, "Should I let this cheating incident go?" Diavolo seemed repentant enough. You figured that he wasn't an entirely irredeemable demon.

As proven by his gifted tongue...

After a few minutes, Diavolo returned to the bathroom. He waved his hand and spoke some kind of incantation you'd never heard before as the bathroom lights dimmed slightly and small candles appeared around the counter nearby. "Is there anything I can get for you, darling? I can have Barbatos bring you a snack, some wine, a book, anything," Diavolo said, a humble smile on his face. In a strangely childish way, Diavolo sat on the bathroom floor and stared adoringly at you.

You asked for a glass of wine. With a nod, Diavolo sent a text to Barbatos before turning his attention back to you. "It might be a minute," he said, "In the meantime, may I scrub your back?"

You nodded in agreement and handed your loofah to Diavolo. As he gently scrubbed your back, he leaned close to you and whispered in your ear, "I was wondering if you'd like to come to the castle this weekend to pick up where we left off just a little while ago."

"I guess," you let out an exaggerated sigh as you playfully feigned hard-to-get. Diavolo chuckled lightly as he moved the loofah up to scrub your shoulders. "You guess? You guess? Whatever can I do to convince you," Diavolo playfully asked.

"I dunno. What about... what about taking me out on a date sometime? A real date. Maybe demonesses won't throw themselves at you if they know you're spoken for. I mean, I'm sure they still would - being that you're fine as fuck, and all - but they would probably have a little more respect for -- OH!"

Diavolo moved the loofah to your breasts, allowing the material to graze your nipples. You quickly looked at him and saw the heat in his gaze as his eyes focused on your body. Diavolo whispered in your ear, the depth of his voice giving you goosebumps, "All in good time, my love. We can't go public with our relationship just yet."

"I want people to know that what's mine is mine."

You hadn't meant for that to sound that so possessive, but it wasn't a lie. Maybe Asmo was right and you were a greed demon, after all.

Diavolo's eyes met yours and he empathetically said, "I sincerely apologize that this situation with us is, umm... less-than-ideal. I have to be cautious about the way the actions between us will be perceived; the way your place in the Devildom is perceived. You are technically still a student and I don't want it to seem like I'm abusing a power dynamic between us. I also don't want others thinking that you've 'slept your way to the top,' or however that human saying goes." He made some valid points with that.

Diavolo abandoned the loofah to grab your chin and hold it tightly as he continued, "I love you, Y/N. I love you, and I'm sorry for everything, and I promise I will properly propose to you as soon as I'm able to safely do so. I won't make you wait too terribly much longer." His lips met yours in a quick kiss before he pulled back slightly and said, "Dearest, please come be with me this weekend." His coy expression and the blush on his cheeks was endearing.

"Okay, Dia," you said, smirking cheekily at him, "I suppose I can." His expression changed to a wide, devious smile. "Good," he said, "I hope you'll be ready to spend the whole weekend being thoroughly fucked."

"Oh, I think I will be."

"You think you will be... who?"

"I think I will be, Daddy."

"Mmm, good girl."

Notes:

Fun fact: My house got swatted recently when someone called 911 and said they were in my house and actively in the process of murdering my entire family in our bathroom (gunshots in the background of the call and everything). I'm not kidding. Police with assault rifles drawn were on my porch, in my yard, and across the street. I'm begging you guys, PLEASE do not ever swat someone's house, no matter how much you hate them.

Actual fun fact: I have a Linktree, if you were wanting to find links for all my social media, Patreon, that one web comic that I'm probably never going to finish, etc. I generally refrain from posting links in my story, so the link will be in the comments.

Chapter 72: Let Me Taste What’s Mine

Summary:

You've accepted Diavolo's invitation to go to the castle for the weekend. Barbatos is the one to accompany you there after school Friday afternoon.

Notes:

CW: dialogue, referenced/implied M/M, oral sex, squirting, voyeurism

incisive
adjective
in·ci·sive in-ˈsī-siv
: impressively direct and decisive

You went to Diavolo's castle directly from school that Friday afternoon, accompanied by Barbatos. Diavolo wasn't with you, supposedly having some meetings already scheduled for that afternoon. As you and Barbatos walked through the streets of the Devildom together, he commented, "I'm glad that the Young Master was able to convince you to spend the weekend with us. I was worried that..." Barbatos' voice trailed off for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, I cannot wait to spend this weekend with you."

"You can't wait? Wait, am I going to actually get some alone time with you," you asked as you gently nudged him with your elbow. You looked at Barbatos out of the corner of your eye as the two of you walked together, noting the adorable blush on his cheeks. "Perhaps, Y/N. The Young Master has mentioned the desire to watch you and I together again," Barbatos said, his voice remaining cool.

You felt a shock of arousal pass through you as you recalled that time with Barbatos and Diavolo in the garden, as well as the subsequent hours you'd spent with the both of them in Diavolo's room. Today, you'd fortunately remembered to bring your eye drops and your spawntraceptive; you knew that Diavolo was typically respectful of the boundaries you'd established, but there was always that potential risk...

"At a loss for words, Y/N?"

Barbatos' words brought you back to reality. You quickly said, "Y-yeah, you could say that." Barbatos quietly continued, the tone of his voice taking a turn for the erotic, "So, would you be okay with that, love? With the Young Master watching us? Do you want him to watch as you ride me and your arousal drips down my shaft? Or, perhaps, you would like to sit on my face. After I bring you to a swift orgasm, I can kiss him so he can taste you on my lips. Either way, make no mistake, Y/N, I will unravel your rationality like a cheaply-made sweater this weekend."

Goddamn, Barb!!

"Breathe, Y/N."

You let out the breath that you didn't know you'd been holding in; the images that Barbatos put in your mind had put your brain into emergency services only. Flirtatiously, you remarked, "If you don't stop putting those thoughts in my head, you'll have a mess to clean up when we get to the castle."

"Very well, then," Barbatos said, his face schooled into a mask of proper composure, "I shall make sure to thoroughly clean your delicious pussy with my tongue when we arrive."

As expected, Barbatos was on you the instant you'd entered the castle a few minutes later. As he closed and locked the front door, he spun you around and pinned you against the closest wall; his chest was pressed against your back as he pressed his erection firmly against your ass. "I've been waiting for this," Barbatos whispered in your ear, "You're going to sit on my face, Y/N. Is that clear?"

"Yes," you quietly whispered.

Barbatos walked you to the nearest sitting room, not bothering to turn on any lights; there was just enough moonlight coming into the room so you could see each other. His lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss, driven by a need he hadn't fully realized until that moment.

After he stripped you of all clothing below your waist, Barbatos' mouth found its way between your legs, his tongue flicking against you teasingly before slurping hungrily at your lower lips. It wasn't long before the handsome demon was lying on a sofa and had you sitting on his face, writhing and moaning atop him, your voice becoming increasingly desperate as pleasure mounted within you. Between the lewd slurping sounds and his breath fanning hot against the sensitive apex of your thighs, he was driving you wild with desire.

"Give yourself over to the sensations. I promise to catch you when you fall apart," he said seductively.

You felt like you were going to burst. Just as you felt like it would be too much for you to handle, you felt a gush of fluid shoot from between your legs. You felt so boneless as you came down that the only thing keeping you sitting upright was Barbatos' hands, which were holding firmly onto your hips. You were just catching your breath when Barbatos gazed up at you, his face covered in your wetness and his eyes gleaming with an unholy light.

"Well, that was quite a show, loves."

You gasped and looked up to see Diavolo watching you and Barbatos from a chair in the darkest corner of the room. You caught Diavolo's gaze, gold and smoldering as it bored into you, and began to panic.

Had Diavolo been there long?! How much did he see? Was he mad?

You looked back down at Barbatos and saw him smiling at up at you from between your thighs.

Barbatos knew Diavolo would be there. That sneaky, sexy son of a bitch!

That was likely why he'd been so adamant about asking and making sure you were okay with Diavolo watching the both of you together.

You got off of the chair and stood up as you looked back toward Diavolo. He lit a cigar as his eyes crept along the curves of your body. After taking a long drag of the cigar, he said, "I want you two to continue; though, preferably on a much more comfortable surface than that chair. In the meantime, Barbatos?"

"Yes, Young Master," Barbatos said, rising from the chair and bowing slightly.

"Come here," Diavolo said, his gaze going to Barbatos' lips, which were still wet from your release, "I want to see how good our gorgeous little gusher tastes this afternoon. Come here and let me taste what's mine."

"As you wish, Young Master..."

Notes:

Sorry for the delay. This would have been up a lot sooner if Helene hadn't ripped everyone in my general vicinity a new asshole.

I swear, if it's not one thing with me, it's another...

Notes:

I'll continue tagging CW/TW at the beginning of future chapters, particularly ones that include especially triggering events.

I hate typos. If you catch any, PLEASE let me know.