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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄!: 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: After laughing at one too many of Stupid Mammon's texts, Leviathan fucks you on his stream to remind you and the world who you belong to.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃��𝐈): Mean Dom Levi, slapping, name calling, vaginal sex, Levi has two dicks, Levi fucks you with his tail, Levi has a pierced forked tongue and snakebites, public humiliation, you get fucked while he's streaming, degradation, etc. He's really fucking mean, lol.

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𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

“𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲—𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧.”

Levi’s voice is low and steady as he talks into his mic, the glowing screen casting an eerie light across his face. His headset’s snug over his ears, his indigo hair falling over his lashes, and his tail flicks with the kind of sharp twitch that tells you he’s already tense—not in a bad mood, but in that Levi way. Focused. Twitchy. Obsessed with every frame of his gameplay.

You don’t even mean to distract him, but when your D.D.D. lights up beside him, and you casually giggle at a text from Mammon, he freezes mid-sentence.

The controller clicking stops.

You glance up just in time to catch the way his eyes cut toward you—slow, narrow, and dangerous.

“Who was that?” he asks, not turning his head. His voice is still calm, but you know that tone. It’s the “barely holding it in” tone.

“It’s nothing,” you hum, scrolling again like you don’t feel the thick coil of his tail sliding up behind your thighs. “Mammon was just saying something stupid.”

“Of course he was.” His jaw tics. “And you thought it was funny?”

You blink up at him, feigning innocence. “I guess?”

He doesn’t respond right away—just mutes his mic, turns off his camera, and sets his controller down like it’s made of glass. He turns in his gaming chair to face you fully. The sudden shift in energy makes your stomach twist in that dangerously good way.

His eyes drag over you. Down your legs. Up your chest. Back to your mouth.

“Funny,” he mutters, standing up slowly, like a snake uncoiling. “You laugh at something another demon says while you’re sitting in my room… while I’m trying to be good and focus on my stream… and you expect me not to lose it?”

His tail snakes around your waist with a firm yank, dragging you forward till your knees knock against his. You gasp at the movement, your arms flailing trying to catch yourself.

“Don’t look at anyone else. Don’t fucking giggle for anyone else,” he growls, voice dropping to a guttural rasp. “Unless you want me to show them who you belong to—with the camera on.”

You gulp nervously, a bead of sweat dripping down your temple. You nod, “s-sorry, L-Levi,” you stutter, your heart rate increasing. Your palms sweat, and your mouth feels too dry all of a sudden.

He glowers at you, his tail letting go of your waist. “Don’t let it happen again,” he spits.

He can be so mean sometimes, and it’s always because he’s jealous. He feels inferior to all of his brothers, but especially Mammon. He knows Mammon wants you more than anything. Levi knows you can do so much better than him, so he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you from Mammon.

He turns back towards his PC, turning his camera and mic back on, grabbing his controller. He grips the controller tightly, his knuckles turning white. You’re surprised his grip hasn’t snapped the controller in half. He bites his lower lip to keep himself from going off on you again. His sharp teeth clink against his lip rings quietly, and he grumbles under his breath about how “stupid” Mammon is, and how “ridiculous” you are for texting him.

You watch Levi’s stream for a little while, occasionally flicking your eyes down at your D.D.D. which hasn’t lit up for a bit. As if by magic, your phone vibrates again. Your eyes flick back down to your phone, and you check the notification. It was Mammon once more, sending a meme that makes you snicker.

Leviathan mutes his mic and stands again, grabbing your wrist hard enough to make you stumble. “You think he’s funny, huh?” He growls, horns curling from the sides of his head as his tail snakes up your thigh, coiling tighter. The pressure makes your breath hitch—and that only pisses him off more.

“You’re disrespectful, you know that?” He snaps, voice low and biting. “I invite you into my room. I let you sit here, watch my stream. And this is how you act?”

His claws flex at your wrist. His tail squeezes tighter. “You sit there giggling over texts from my idiot brother like some dumb little whore. Is that what you want?” His gaze burns straight through you. “You wanna be treated like a whore?”

You gulp nervously, and your core heats up with need. You couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight of him—it wasn’t often he got like this. You bite your bottom lip softly, nodding ever so barely.

He laughs at you. Not a scoff, not a chuckle. He straight up laughs. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll show my brothers you’re mine. Hell, I’ll show the whole Devildom that you’re mine.” His voice is venomous, dripping with anger and jealousy.

He yanks you down into his gaming chair with him, and you yelp in surprise. He grips your thighs harshly, smacking one hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp, the pain intense and sudden. He looks past your head, to his computer. He unmutes his mic.

“Sorry for the constant breaks, chat,” he says to the stream. “My slut of a girlfriend seems to have forgotten who she fucking belongs to,” he smacks your thigh again as he curses. You gasp loudly, the mic catching your voice for the stream to hear.

“I’m going to remind her exactly who she belongs to. Who owns her,” he threatens, his grip leaving bruises on your plush thighs. He leans back in his chair, angling you two so the only thing in view of the camera is your lower back, your ass and his lap. He forcefully lifts your skirt above your waist, and rips your already soaked underwear off your dripping wet cunt, scoffing as he does.

“I knew it,” he hisses. “I could fucking smell you and how desperate you are, you fucking slut.”

He doesn’t bother warming you up—you don’t deserve it. Not after the way you laughed at Mammon’s message like some dumb little tease, like you didn’t have a demon already obsessing over every twitch of your thighs and noise you make.

“Stupid fucking brat,” Levi growls, and his claws dig into your hips hard enough to leave dents. “You get wet for him, and now you want me to be gentle?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer. His tail wraps around your waist in a snap, locking you down in his lap, while the thick, slick tip of it slaps against your bare cunt. The sound is obscene, wet and humiliating, and it hits again. And again. And again.

“Bet they’d all love to see this,” he sneers, the mic still hot. “My little human squirming and drooling just from a few smacks to her filthy hole.”

You mewl, your toes curling, your stomach churning. You loved this. Loved when he got so jealous that he ends up dominating you. His tail teases you for a second—not enough to be kind, just enough to make you whimper—and then he slams it inside of your sopping cunt.

There’s no warning. No buildup. Just a brutal stretch that makes your whole body jolt in his lap, a ragged sob ripping from your throat as your hands fly forward to grab onto his shoulders. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, and his grip on you tightens.

Levi leans in, breath hot against your ear, lip rings brushing coldly against your skin, forked tongue flicking out as he laughs. “What, too much?” He mocks. “Should’ve thought about that before you acted like a needy little whore for someone else in front of me. Now take it. You’re not getting off easy.”

His hips roll up against you, grinding rough and possessive, using his tail to fuck into you hard enough the chair wheels squeak against the floor. His other hand slips between your thighs and slaps your clit, just to hear the sound it pulls from you. Tears roll down your cheeks hotly, your gasps and breaths ragged.

“You hear that, chat?” he pants into the mic. “That’s what a real slut sounds like. Can’t even take my tail without crying like a fucking bitch.”

You try to squirm—try—but Levi’s tail tightens like a vice around your waist, locking you down and fucking you onto its thick, slick, scaly length over and over and over again. It’s so deep you swear you can feel it in your throat, but there’s no use crying for him. He’s not interested in mercy.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he spits, smacking your ass so hard it leaves his claw marks in your skin. “Look at this. You’re dripping, clenching, making a fucking mess on my tail—all because I wouldn’t let you talk to my brother. Such a nasty whore.”

He pulls you up against his chest suddenly, tail still buried deep inside you, and grips your jaw tightly in one hand. His voice is calm now. Too calm. “Go ahead. Tell them.”

His claws dig in just a little harder. “Tell the stream what a useless little fucktoy you are.”

You stammer, breath hitching, but he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it, forcing your mouth close to the mic.

“Say it.”

“I-I’m—”

He thrusts his tail once, brutal, mean, and your voice cracks into a moan.

“Say. It. Now.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m Levi’s f-fucktoy,” you sob, voice raw and humiliating. “I don’t deserve to come. I d-don’t deserve anything.”

He grins. Sharp teeth flashing. Split serpent-like tongue flicking out to taste your tears.

“There we go. Was that so hard?” He growls. “Now let’s see how many times I can make you almost cum before you break.”

You don’t get to answer. He yanks you forward, tail pulling out just to slam back in—harder, wetter, meaner. Your thighs shake. Your vision blurs. You can feel your orgasm building, curling in your gut like white fire—

And then he stops. Right there.

Just holds you, full, tight, trembling, on the edge of release.

And doesn’t move.

You choke out a whimper. “Please—”

“No,” he hisses. “You’ll cum when I say. Not when you beg like a desperate little bitch.”

Then it starts again—fast, hard, cruel.

Again. And again. He keeps you right on the edge, dragging you up and slamming you back down into nothing.

Tears run down your cheeks. Your throat’s raw from moaning. You’re shaking in his lap, soaked, ruined—and you still haven’t cum.

“Pathetic,” he breathes against your ear. “Can’t even shut the fuck up,” he growls. “Didn’t realize I needed to gag my little fuckpet to keep her from whining in front of my whole damn stream.”

Your face burns hot, suddenly remembering that this is all on camera for his viewers. His tail tightens again, yanking your back into a sharp arch, while his hand cups your jaw and forces it open.

“Stick your fucking tongue out,” he commands.

You hesitate, eyes glossy with unshed tears, and that’s when he smirks. The dangerous, snake-like kind. Then he leans forward and lets that long, pierced, forked tongue flick out between his lips.

You whimper.

“Oh? You’re scared now?” He chuckles darkly. “You weren’t scared when you were acting like a slut five minutes ago.”

Without warning, he shoves the full length of it into your mouth—slick, long, and forked just enough to tease the back of your throat and curl beneath your tongue.

You gag, eyes wide open, but he’s already gripping the back of your head, holding you still. He lets you choke on it for a moment, tail still grinding inside you slowly—just enough to keep you right on that painful, perfect edge. He pulls out of your mouth, and he leans toward the mic again.

“Bet they liked that,” he purrs, voice dripping with venom. “Seeing you gag on my tongue, drooling, shaking, desperate to be fucked but too dumb to speak.”

You gasp for air, choking and coughing. He laughs darkly at you, his pants too tight due to his twitching cocks.

“Now,” he pants, claws pulling down his own pants. “Let’s give them a real show.”

The sound of his cocks hitting the air—wet, heavy, needy—makes your whole body seize. He lines them both up against your cunt, slick and rock hard. The tips are flushed a crimson hue, dripping with precum.

“You don’t get to cum,” he hisses, voice shaking now from how hard he’s holding back. “Not from my tail. Not from my cocks. Not until I say. And that’s even if I think you deserve it.”

And then he thrusts in—both cocks, at once, same hole. No prep. No mercy.

You scream, body arching off of his chest, but he just slams you back down on his lap and keeps going.

He’s relentless. Both of his cocks pound into your tight cunt, both thick, pulsing, curved perfectly to ruin. You can feel every thick inch. Feel the way they pulse. The way they twitch. The way they shove you closer to the edge and leave you there.

Your legs give out. Your voice is raw. You’re drooling, trembling, brain-fogged—and he doesn’t stop.

“You wanted this,” he snarls. “Wanted to act like a needy little bitch, now fucking take it.” He slaps your ass again, hard, and groans when you clench around him.

He lifts your hips, angling your body so the camera can see everything. He thrusts his hips up into yours, his cocks dripping in your arousal, leaving a creamy white ring at the base of them. “She’s such—hnng—a dirty fucking slut, isn’t she, chat?” He pants into his mic, his claws gripping your hips tightly, leaving bruises. “Pathetic. A whining, drooling—fuck—bitch.”

You cry as his cocks continue to slam in and out of you, the tips brutally kissing your cervix. The ridges and veins of his shafts rub against your tight walls deliciously, but he’s being so harsh and mean you can barely enjoy it. You wail loudly, definitely into the microphone, and dig your nails harshly into his shoulders. He grunts, barely affected by it, and digs his claws into your fat thighs harsher. “Shut the hell up,” he grunts, enunciating each word with a harsh thrust. “Whores don’t get to—oh God—to feel good.”

Your stomach twists and turns in a mixture of pain and delight, secretly loving how rough he was manhandling you. You let out a string of wanton moans, your eyes screwing shut, trying to hold back the orgasm you feel coming.

He feels your cunt gripping his cocks tighter, and he lets out a shaky moan. “Who the fuck do you belong to, huh?” He roughly asks you, one of his hands gripping your jaw harshly.

“H-Hahhhh! Y-You!” You barely manage to reply, your eyes barely open, barely able to look at him.

It’s not good enough for him. His hand leaves your jaw, and his open palm smacks your face. “Again,” he demands, his rough pace faltering slightly.

Your eyes water from the sting, and you yelp loudly, which makes him glare at you. “Y-You!” You try again, desperate to hold on to him, afraid he’ll break you if he’s much rougher.

He growls, and slaps you one more time. “Say my fucking name, you stupid bitch.”

You wail again, this slap hurting much more than the last one. You cry, tears flowing down your heated cheeks. “You, L-L-Levi! Oh, God, Leviathan!” You cry out, your voice loud and clear in the microphone for the chat to hear. “Levi~!” Your voice rings as he continues to abuse your sloppy cunt.

He growls, satisfied with your answer this time—finally. “Good fucking girl,” he grunts, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm. He grips your hips tightly, and his snake-like tongue meets the cheek he slapped. The metal balls of his tongue piercings are cool against your flushed skin, as he licks your wound. His heart pangs slightly—he hates hurting you, but when he’s like this? It’s hard for him to calm down and think before he acts.

He moans slightly, his hips stilling as his cocks empty their loads into you suddenly. You whine as you get filled to the brim, desperate to cum as well. It takes everything in your body for you not to—you don’t want another punishment.

He slightly pulls your body above his cocks when he’s done cumming, and he sees the hot, sticky, white substance leaking out of your puffy cunt in the viewfinder of the camera. He lets out a deep, possessive growl, and slowly fucks the cum that leaked out back into your greedy hole, not wanting any to go to waste.

He groans, his cocks overstimulated and overwhelmed. He keeps you in his lap, holding you still. He leans forward, and closes the stream, getting his point across. He takes off his headset, and sets it on his desk. He leans back, and takes in the sight of you—fucked, cockdrunk, and exhausted. He feels his demon heart swell in his chest, grateful that you’re his. He’ll take care of you in a bit. Make sure you’re alright. But for now? He needs to make it clear that you’re not to think about any other demon besides him.

“Fuck—still trying to cum?” He laughs. “You don’t get to. Not tonight. And we’re not done. We’re just getting started, baby.”

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