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mingismoralloyalty · 3 months

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The sweetest scent

pairing: Idol! Mingi x succubus! reader (species implies that the reader is fem bodied)

genre: smut

au: fantasy au, demon au

trope: magical invocation

word count: 3.6k

rating: 18+, Minors do not interact!

summary: Mingi is down bad for way to long now. Good thing his daydreams leading him into your open arms, when you not so randomly appear on the other side of the road, driven by a spell and the delicious smell of his despair...

[warnings under the cut]

warnings: smut, pwp, cnc somnophilia, unprotected sex (don't!), dom!reader, subby Mingi, demon fucking, praise kink, nipple kink, kinda getting caught, did I forget something?

authors note: Heyy, this is my first fanfic in a long long while and I've never written something like this in english, so please bear with me. If you find mistakes, let me know, so I can improve myself 🩷 I'm so glad this is now out here. Please let me know what you think. Critique is welcome. And yes, I had to edit some things, I hope you like this version too. Okay that's it for now ✨

songs: BM - bad intentions

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It was a warm friday evening in Seoul, the streets were full of people enjoying their free time, visiting bars with their friends or going out on dates with their partners. This city was full of couples much to the distress of a certain young man. Mingi was sick of this sight. It wasn't like he was envious, but he was just so done that he wasn't able to date, let alone have a one night stand. Dating would even be the safest option for him to blow off some steam, even though that wouldn't be the only reason a girlfriend would be great. Don't get him wrong, he's not an ass, but sometimes there was just something missing in his life.

Having one night stands had the potential to ruin his reputation in just a few days, so this was off the table. But to be honest he had no time to date. He had tried it and it went awful. A week long relationship wasn't even a relationship, it was just something. In the end he even had to be scared that his "ex girlfriend" - or whatever she was - would use pictures of them together as leverage against him.

Sometimes he dreamt of living a normal live, moving freely in public and having a girlfriend. But then again he loved his life like it was right now and he wouldn't trade it for anything else. Just a little adventure here or there would just be a nice addition.

That's why he decided to make the step and - even if it sounds crazy - summon a succubus.

But let's start at the beginning. It all started when he had stumbled across this link to an online forum a few days ago, where people were sharing stories about their encounters with magical beings. Guardian angels, demons, doppelgangers... you name it.

Mingi himself was sure he had seen a fairy in his parents garden multiple times when he was a little kid. He would never forget these images, this extraordinary experience. It would always live inside his head. The magical world was there, he was sure.

It was so interesting to read all of these encounters people had with these other worldly beings, that he couldn't stop reading.

Today at work it was no exception, because these thoughts of being lonely at night reminded him, that he hadn't finished one specific story he had found on that site, where a guy was writing about meeting a succubus. Well, he claimed to have summoned her. What an exciting story! Mingi read and read. Maybe this was a solution he could try for himself? The ritual for the invocation seemed easy enough to do in his little studio. He just needed four black candles (surely it didn't matter if they were scented) and a spell. So he did it.

And now he walked home, full of anticipation. Hopefully he did everything right and it would work tonight. He knew a succubus would only appear when he fell asleep (well, he thought so). How would it feel to be touched in his sleep? Probably pretty hot, he imagined. And hopefully he would wake up? Would it make sense to set an alarm? Surely he would wake up anyways.

As he was walking away from the masses of people to a more quiet area of the city, where the dorm was located, he was dwelling on this thought not paying much attention to his surrounding.

And that's where you came into play. Already from afar you could smell this man's need and desperation. Musky and sweet. Oh so sweet. He smelled like a dessert to you and you would make sure to eat him like one tonight. It was so intense, that you didn't have to look for too long for him. Feeding on humans energy could be tough sometimes, but today seemed an easy feast. But before that, you always loved to take a closer look at your prey and play a little with their mind.

It was a simple tactic but efficient, just looking cute and seemingly absemindedly walking in his way. Him playing into your cards by not looking where he went himself was downright nice of him and... boom! You felt his toned chest muscles on your bare upper arm as you dramatically stumbled sideways, letting out a soft "Oh!" and dropping your handbag to the floor.

"Ah! I'm sorry!", he blurted out instantly grabbing your shoulder so you wouldn't fall aswell. "Oh no, it was my bad, I wasn't looking myself.", you exclaimed, looking up to him with doe eyes. For a second time stood still. He froze, looking at you mesmerised, his mouth slightly agape. He smelled even better up close, like seasalt and sage. This was his cologne, not only his pheromones but the combination smelled even better. You too, were struck for a moment, before he quickly blinked and let go of you. "Sorry. ", he mumbled, before hastily grabbing your bag from the concrete to offer it to you.

"Here... uh, your bandhag...I - I mean handbag!", you grabbed the bag with a sweet smile and he awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of his head. "Thank you and thanks for catching me.", you said softly and put the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

"Sorry again, and sorry I have to go. Have a good evening.", he kind of cutely waved you goodbye and went in the direction of the dorm a bit faster and focused this time.

Your eyes follow him with a bemused face. He would be so fun to play with.

Mingi went home in a hurry, trying not to crash into another person or thing until he was able to close the door of his safe home behind him, before he could cringe in peace.

"Fuck, that was so awkward!", he grunted pulling his sneakers from his feet.

"Hm?", a curious face appeared in his sight when he came back up to step into the appartment. Typical nosey San looked expectantly with raised eyebrows at his flatmate. Mingi sighed. "There was this cute girl I ran into. Nearly knocked her over.", he explained and San snickered. "Daydreaming again, man? What's up with you these days?", he asked, but Mingi just waved it off. "What's for dinner?", he asked instead before he paused in his movement. Was his hand smelling funny? He held it up to his nose to smell it and indeed it smelled fruity, flowery and insanely feminine. It almost made him a little dizzy...

That night Mingi was almost too excited to sleep, hadn't he been so exhausted from work that he fell asleep sooner than he thought.

He had a great sleep. Forgotton was his awkward behaviour and he was only thinking about your beautiful eyes, that somehow found a way into his dream...

You giggled quietly doing a little happy dance on your tip toes, when you materialized in a dark corner of his Bedroom. It was just so easy, but you loved these games every time, before visiting.

Full of anticipation you looked over to Mingi. Black filled your eyes, instantly reflecting some of the moonlight that shined through the window, while also your beautiful black horns came twisting up through your shiny Hair. Unlike on the street today you were now wearing some black lingerie which honestly left nearly nothing to the imagination. Easy excess was important for you so this seemed appropriate.

There he layed on his bed all sprawled out, stripped of his heavy blanked and sleeping clothes in this hot weather softly snoring. He was deep in his slumber with a raging hard on visibly poking up in his pyjama shorts. You really left an imprint on that poor boy that evening.

Slowly you made your way to his bed eyeing his sleepy form up and down. He looked so cute and peaceful and you were sure the expression of pure bliss on his face would look even cuter... or maybe desperation when you would deny him of his orgasm?

"Hmm, we will see...", you mumbled to yourself, before climbing over your yet clueless prey to straddle him.

Carefully you grabbed his pants on each side and slowly pulled it down. With a little flop his not so little dick slapped against his toned torso creating a small puddle of precum below his bellybutton. A reliefed sound escaped his soft lips, when you freed his boner in the act, which made you smile widely. "My god, he's so big!", you whispered with wide eyes.

The cum looked delicious on his skin dripping from his tip and you wanted to taste it so badly. So you wasted no time and dipped your index finger into the clear fluid and brought it between your lips. Kind of sweet you'd say. Surprisingly. Sadly this wasn't often the case. But this cutie was a special one, you could feel it. You two would definitely have a lot of fun tonight.

With quick motions you opened his pyjama shirt and exposed his bare chest. Now it was your turn to release a content sigh when you viewed his seemingly flawless figure, your gaze cought by his beautiful pink nipples. You loved nipples! Another part of the human body that made so many people squirm when you touched them the right way. They looked so delicate and vulnerable, it was wonderful. Biting your lower lip you softly touched the rosy buds and earned another pleased sound of this strikingly handsome young man under you.

Mesmerised by your view your hands started to wander downwards on his body, still nibbling on your own soft lips you started to stroke his thick cock up and down where his precum smeared tip was subtly glistening in the moonlight. It felt so heavy in your comparibly small hand and you loved it. Apparently he loved your touch too, because he quietly started to moan. You looked at his face to see the slightly scrunched eyebrows. He was really a sight to see.

His whole appearance made you throb for more and you wondered who was the demon here. Even in his sleep it seemed like he actively tried to seduce you. You were dripping for him. You needed him inside desperately. His sexual energy would last a long time for you to feist on, you were sure.

Still on your knees you propped yourself up on one hand to hover over the sleeping man to rub your wet folds angainst the underside of his shaft. His body felt so hot it send a tingling sensation through your whole body as your core touched it. Your slick arousal gathering on his dick more and more before you finally pushed it inside your hole with a high pitched moan leaving your lungs while earning a surprised but undeniably aroused gasp by your sleeping cutie.

He stretched you out so good that you held still for a moment to adjust your body to his before starting to grind against his hips. Moving in circular motions while rubbing your clit on his pubic area created an appatizing sound to you not to mention a wonderfully energising feeling. And in the magic of the moment you needed to taste his lips. His oh so full and pink lips. So you did and they tasted immaculate. It seemed that there was nothing he couldn't offer you. Maybe you had to come back a few times you thought to yourself, absentmindedly stroking one of his nipples with the thumb of your free hand, never loosing your sensual rhythm.

And you knew the most interesting part would begin now, because all of this different stimulations were waking the deepest sleeper. So you curiously hovered over his face after the kiss and you saw how he struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, his body fighting against the deep sleep.

"Wakey, wakey.", you giggled, still letting you hips circle over his. "Honey, you feel heavenly, you know that?", you sighed and continued to toy with his pretty perky nipples.

"What?", he responded confused and drowsy still trying to get his body awake.

Deep sleep was so heavy on him after such a long day and it took him a little while to get conscious, but finally he opend his eyes and realised that this was not his dream anymore, even though there was the same person in front of him, just slightly different looking.

"What the fuck?!", he gasped and crossed his arms in front of his face.

"Already forgot that you called for me, sweetheart?", you smiled. You were right. Mingi rubbed his eyes and blinked at you.

He swallowed down the initial shock your demonic appearance had caused him and lowered his arms next to him.

"No, I... I just wasn't expecting...", he tried to finish his sentence, but it ended miserably in a guttural moan, when you moved your hips again. You nodded. "That's it, baby. Give in to me.", you said lowly, before you slowed down your movements and took his hand in yours, guiding it to your horns.

"Didn't expect me to look like this, hm?", you asked with a cheeky grin.

Mingi's hand shrugged away for a second when he felt the rough texture of the horn.

"I summoned you.", he simply stated, recalling his memories from the day, his mind now much clearer.

"You did, pretty boy.", you confirmed enthusiastically.

"It really worked.", he whispered fascinated.

"And you know there is only one reason why why you would do that, right?", you asked, trying to get him out of his shell now.

"Yeah.", he nodded, a slight red tint creeping on to his cheeks, before his eyes suddenly got bigger.

"It's you! We- we met on the streets today."

You laughed.

"Yes, we did, sweetheart. And when I found you today ...", you started painting invisible patterns on his chest with your fingers, "you where smelling so delicious with all your pheromones and your nearly dripping desperation. I smelled you from miles away. Haven't smelled this intensity in a while I must say.", thinking about this you put a finger on your chin, pursing your lips.

"You... You could smell my...", Mingi's cheeks changed into an even deeper red now.

"All of your desire and despair, yes.", you, smiled and stroked his cheek with your thumb.

"I knew I had to taste you, pretty boy.", you batted your eyelashes at him.

"I'm sure you're having a rough time, where you can't make room for sex. I couldn't imagine.", you pouted like you genuinely felt sorry for him and you did a bit, just because he was so extra cute.

Slowly you found it was enough of all the talking. You wanted to start the action again and you were sure Mingi agreed.

"So... how about we just fuck now, princess?", you asked him massaging his shoulders a little and you suddenly felt him twitch inside of you.

"Oh, you like that, huh?", a triumphant expression was creeping on your face.

Mingi's body felt hot. This was all he was hoping for. He looked you up and down. From your dark eyes and your horns to your sensual lips, your bare tits, just in reach for him, down to your core where he still was nestled inside of you. This insanely hot woman was already on top of him, calling him by his favourite nickname, when he was now down bad for months. Finally!

"Sure, let's continue.", he smiled back at you and let his hands glide up your thighs to grip your hips.

"Alright, baby boy, show me what you got.", you said with a wicked smile and let your hands wander from his shoulders to his upper arms where you held tight.

Mingi now began to actively push upwards to meet your hips. Oh, how he missed this feeling! It just felt so good. Oh, sooo good. After such a long time, he really needed it. Your pussy felt so hot and tight around him and you were already so wet for him. The slick sounds between you both accompanied an animalistic series of grunts he let out wich made you victoriously puff your chest. Of course this motion didn't go unnoticed by the attractive man underneath you, who took his chance to grab a handful of one of your boobs, squishing and massaging it in his big palm, making you moan appreciatively.

"Ah, fuck me good, pretty boy!", you panted as his movements got faster. You leaned down to get another taste of his plump lips, that felt so soft against yours, you could have done this all night long, but Mingi wanted more. His tongue darted out to catch yours, so you opened your mouth and welcomed him with some soft licks to it, before sucking on it a little. All the while his fingers were playing with your nipples and his hot breath echoed inside your open mouth when you release his tongue again. He made you feel so good, it was incredible.

Finally you grabbed his right hand from your tit to move it down further between your bodies and let his fingers touch your clit. He instantly understood the assignment and started rubbing rough circles on it. You were a mess by now, you really didn't have this much fun in a long time. "Fuck you're so good at this, sweetheart.", you praised him while Mingi gave you half a smirk, already broken asweat. This was extatic. You felt your high coming closer and closer to the point where it was just seconds away. "Oh, I'm coming~!", you whimpered, rutting against Mingi's movements that where going at a rapid pace now. You had completely blown his mind away. He was panting and grunting, pulling your body against his with so much force it made you tip over the edge and come so hard like you haven't in a long while. A stretched downright pornographic moan left your open mouth, everything inside your body contracted hard in waves, your pussy pulsing around Mingi's dick and this incredibly energising and relieving feeling spreading through your veins. Hungryly you looked down at Mingi, eager to see his orgasm face.

His eyes where scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, his mouth shaped like an O. He was so close. "Come for me, princess.", you whispered against his lips whilst contracting and relieving your pelvic muscles a few times on purpose. This was it. All this built-up frustration that couldn't be satisfied with his own hands released in one go. A moan left him so heartbreaking you weren't sure if he would literally fall apart under you. You lived for this extasy. All these big feelings releasing from one moment to another.

You could feel the amount of cum getting pumped inside your heat and it was truly the cherry on top for you. This whole act was the essence of your life and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Fuck, I feel so good.", you sighed, every part of your body tingling while you layed your head on Mingi's shoulder.

"Oh, shit!", he laughed, bringing his hands to his face. "This was crazy.", he mumbled and you snickered. "I can't deny it: I really needed this.", he carefully put an arm on your back, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. In this moment it was absolutely weired to see and he didn't know if he could trust his senses, but your eyes turned back to the color he saw this evening and your horns retrieved back between your silky locks.

"What is happening?", he asked confused, looking deep in your eyes. "This is my human form.", you simply stated, "I only have to let it go when I charche my energy.", you shrugged your shoulders and smiled.

"Oh, so you can normally walk around like this.", he nodded. "Right, I-...", rumbling was heard outside his room. Muffled voices. "Mingi?", it was Seonghwa.

"Everything okay with you?", San's voice following.

Panic widened in Mingi's eyes.

"Uh, yeah... Everything's s all right! Don't come in!", quickly he pushed himself up on his elbows. Normally there were no visitors in the dorm and if that was the case, they swore that they would tell each other.

"What happened?", San asked and Seonghwa instantly commented: "You really wanna know, if he says 'don't come in' after those sounds leaving his room?"

"Oh, shush!", San said annoyed.

"You're shushing me?!", Seonghwa retorted and the bickering began outside the door.

"Who are they?!", you giggled, sitting up again. Mingi taking the chance to lift his upper body with you, but also pressing a hand over your mouth in a hurry with a pleading look on his face.

Silence.

"Is there a woman with you?", San's voice sounded confused.

"Uh, no...", great, he sounded way to unsure.

"Can't you just vanish, like you came in here? Or how did even you come in here anyways?", Mingi hissed at you.

"Oh no, this is too much fun.", you laughed when his fingers left your lips.

"Come on in guys!", you chimed happily, you were so curious to see who was living with your little cutie.

Silence again.

Slowly the door handle dipped, the door opened and revealed two very handsome young men.

Hastily Mingi tried to cover your still connected bodies with his blanket. This was even more embarrassing than the incident on the streets with you today.

"Oh my god!", San exclaimed, trying to hide his and Seonghwa's eyes at the same time.

"Mingi what the fuck, why is there a stranger in here? ", Seonghwa tried to say while San's hand accidentally hit his face.

"It's not what you think!", Mingi whined, unsure how to solve this situation without looking like a complete maniac. So you took it in your hands to say something.

You smiled at the two guys who pointedly tried to cover their eyes and exclaimed with glee: "Oh, I didn't know there were more handsome treats living in this household!"

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Burn the World

😈Submission for @flurrys-creativity Supernatural Event. Your 666 followers is deserved hahahhaa 😈Pairing: Ateez, Kang Yeosang x Reader (F) 😈Genre: Smut, demon au, supernatural au 😈Rating: 18+ MDNI 😈Warnings: blood, use of the occult, religious aspects, sex (blowjob, penetrative sex, Yeosang huge dick, stomach bulge, f receiving oral, dirty talk, cum eating, the air is an aphrodisiac in the second circle of hell, degradation kink, edging, master/sex slave dynamics, m and f orgasm) 😈Word Count: 5,598 (yeah.......) 😈Summary: As the leader of a cult, in an attempt to summon a demon to aid you in taking over the world, you utter a couple of words in Latin wrong and go from “let your powers enter me and make me powerful” to “let YOU enter my body and give me pleasure”. Kang Yeosang, a demon prince of the 2nd circle of Hell aka Lust, answers your summons. With blood sealing the contract, you have no option but to hope for the best and let the demon own your body.

The grand ballroom that had been converted into a temporary summoning room was ready. The pentagram had been drawn with pitch-black sand. You were at its center, robes carefully drawn out of the way to not break the circle. Your disciples surrounded the circle and your followers made a spirally circle around them.

The ancient book that you were to utter the spell from was made from leather of the skin of a witch, that much you knew from a few scrawling's in Olde English. The last time this spell had been attempted had been when the Vikings had invaded Britannia. You were not planning on failing like they had.

The chanting began, a soft lull that almost reminded you of the beehives cultivated by the church you had lived near as a child. You felt their energies gathering in the same spinning circle your followers had arranged themselves in. You raised your voice, speaking the ancient Latin text. Your tongue rolled the consonants and when the chanting had halted, you pulled the knife you planned on using for the blood pact. If you did not seal this offered contract to the demon who’s power you wanted to consume, then the demon would not be bound to you, and free to create havoc. It was you who wanted to be the one to burn the world.

Xxx

Yeosang lounged on his throne, barely bothering to conceal a yawn. There was an entire orgy playing out in front of him, but then again, when wasn’t there? As one of the princes of the second circle of hell, aka Lust, life was full of uncompleted orgasms and temptations. But Yeosang was bored this century--this millennium? He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down in hell without a break to the human world. It seemed like the human’s were losing their touch with the other realms. Yeosang sighed heavily. He was bored.

And then, mid-yawn, this time not concealed, a contract appeared before him. Yeosang tilted his head curiously, light eyes scanning the document. It was a summoning spell. Everything seemed to be in order but the confusing part was why did it appear in front of him? The request was full of the intent to take over the world but the final request--which was the most important part of the contract-- demanded that whatever demon signed this contract gave them pleasure.

San, a demon from the fourth circle, Greed, poof-ed by Yeosang’s side. His face was screwed up in confusion. ”I got this contract but I think it’s for you.”

Yeosang snatches the contract out of the air. “Are you sure? Could be fun.”

San smiled happily. “I think I’m gonna take a nap. This sounds like too much work.”

Yeosang waved away the demon of Greed. “Don’t sleep for too many decades.”

A quill zooms to Yeosang’s hand and he signs it with a flourish. The contract is complete. Yeosang looks down at his body, deciding perhaps he might dress to impress this human that had summoned him. He suspected their wording was a mistake but he was eager to see this human that looked on taking over the world and was instead about to experience the most pleasure their little body could ever imagine.

Xxx

You stood there looking like an absolute buffoon. The spell hadn't worked. The air was tense, whether from the dark magic or from the expectations of both your disciples and your followers, that wasn’t clear. Blood dripped down your upraised hands onto the floor and for nothing. Your plan had not worked.

In a disgrace, you stormed out of the circle, your robes and slippered feet sweeping away the black sand of the circle. Murmurs rose behind you, questions were shouted but you avoided them all as you went back to your room and firmly locked the door.

You tossed your cloak onto an armchair and strode to the balcony to gulp in some cool air. You were certain, certain, this would work. There had been no doubt in your mind nor heart. Your determination to take over this world and make it bend to your will has never wavered. You were sure a demon from the other realm would jump on the chance to aid you. Perhaps the demons had gotten lazy during the period in which no humans had summoned them. You were at a loss at what to do next.

You let out a loud, primal yell at the loss of the evening, and perhaps your lifelong plans, when a mocking chuckle made you turn back into your room. “You really should brush up on your Latin, human.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in the creature before you. Dark horns curl along his dark hair, a few highlights perhaps suggesting there was good in him yet, or a trap for those unwary. His eyes were dark with lust and his lips plush. His face was statuesque and that body that was revealed through peekaboo clothing was beyond tempting.

You shook your head to clear your brain of the lust-cobwebs building there. “My Latin is perfectly fine, Demon.”

“That’s Lord Demon to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You're a little late, don’t you think?”

The demon’s eyes twinkled in merriment. “You didn’t think that when you summoned a demon that we would just come to your beck and call like a little lap dog, surely?”

“I expected you to show up in a grand gesture of your power to prove to my followers that I was the right choice,” You stated.

“Oh, an exhibitionist, I do love me a human that flaunts their sexual favors.”

You began to sputter a response. “Sexual favors? What are you speaking of? You’re supposed to bind to me so that we can take over the world.”

The demon smirks, propping a leg up on the armchair you had cast your cloak onto. Your eyes follow the way his leather pants strain against his thigh muscles. “I told you, your Latin needs just a smidgeon of brushing up on. Would you like me to educate you on where you went wrong? Not that you’ll be getting anymore help from my realm. The Demon Prince of Greed is going to be taking a looooong nap.”

You sent the demon a look of utter confusion. “Then who the hell are you?”

“Who the hell am I, indeed?” The demon stood up from his casual stance and bowed at the waist. “I am Kang Yeosang, Demon Prince of Lust, from the second circle of Hell. Pleasure to make your acquaintance…?” Yeosang raised his eyes and paused to leave you the chance to introduce yourself.

“...I am absolutely fucked, aren’t I?” A demon of lust wasn’t going to get what you wanted, at all, what the hell had gone wrong with your translation?

Yeosang took a step closer to you. “Totally fucked. I believe your closing statement was ‘Let you enter my body and give me pleasure’?”

“Fuck,” You cursed, “It was supposed to say ‘Let your powers enter me and make me powerful’!”

Yeosang took another step closer still. “And I don’t have to remind you that once a contract is made in blood--”

“--it’s binding forevermore. I know.” You sighed. “Well?”

Yeosang eyes moved up and down your body and he nodded to himself. “Your body is mine to do with as I please. It would please me more if it pleased you.”

You refused to look him in the eyes but you also knew it was not a good idea to lie to the demon who you had signed your body away to. “It would please me too.”

“Then, it’s decided.” Yeosang smiled, and it should be calming, but instead it spikes intense desire through you. His demon fangs peek out past his lips but you don’t feel anything as he seals the deal with a kiss. His taloned hand holds you in place carefully, holding you almost gently. “I haven’t touched a human in years,” Yeosang admitted, “We’ll have to take it slow.”

You frowned at him and Yeosang laughed at you. And then with a poof, he was gone.

Xxx

The following morning one of your disciples slipped into your room. You were accustomed to Mingi pulling aside the curtains and asking if he could bring you your regular breakfast but instead he spouted a different question.

“Were you not visited by any demons, Mistress?” His face was fairly innocent when he asked this, eyes round and curious. The question itself is what set off the alarm bells.

You rose from your bed and put on a robe. “You know very well that I was not visited by any demons, Disciple Song. It was an utter embarrassment last night. I thought you triple checked the incantation?”

Mingi’s eyes moved to the spell book that had somehow found its way back to your chambers. “We practiced day and night together, Mistress,” Mingi deflected, “I’m sure it was right.”

Your Latin was on a basic level, it was Mingi that was the linguistics specialist. It was one of the reason’s he had been an indispensable disciple for your cult. You needed him for complex translations and pronunciations. If even one word was wrong…

“Mingi, my pet, you wouldn’t happen to be sabotaging me, would you?” You purred dangerously.

“Mistress!” Mingi’s eyebrows turned inwards in a frown. “I could never! You are the whole reason for my existence! The cult! The Real! It’s everything to me!”

“Yeosang?” You whispered, quickly cutting yourself by pulling some skin on your thumb. You weren’t sure if it would summon the demon but you were sure he would be attuned to your body and--

A poof of smoke had the Demon Prince inside your room once again. “Isn’t it a little early for--” Yeosang’s eyes narrowed down at Mingi, whose jaw was on the floor, “--oh.”

“Do you still have our contract, Lord Demon?” You could be formal with him, at least in the presence of another human. He deserved that much.

Yeosang snapped his fingers and the scroll flourished beside him. "In case you want to rip it up, you can but it'll never actually go away. Unless I burn it with demon fire."

“If you were looking to trip up someone with the contract, is there a particular word that you just have to say incorrectly and you’d end up fucked over?” You raised an eyebrow in question.

Yeosang smiled happily. “Absolutely. Are you suggesting this,” he took a moment to eye Mingi, “creature ruined your summoning?”

Mingi shook his head, “Please, please, I would never--I could never!”

Yeosang picked at his nails like he had better things to do. “He’s lying.”

You pursed your lips to the side in thought. “Something he’s incredibly good at.”

Mingi’s eyes are wide with fear now. He dropped to his knees and pulled at your nightgown. “You understand, the need to be in charge? I thought if you were otherwise engaged with the demon, that I might have a taste of your power. I never meant for the cult to fall--”

Mingi was cut off due to Yeosang’s taloned hand crushing his windpipe. The demon raised Mingi from the ground and up off his feet. Mingi’s choking sounds were quite pleasing to your ear. Mingi was the reason you weren’t currently taking over the world, after all. “Yeosang, my lord, if you please. I’d rather be the one taking his life.”

“As you wish.” Yeosang released Mingi, who collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.

“Mingi, you’re going to gather everyone and tell them about how you’re only now just escaping the demon who you summoned. You decided to steal all the power for yourself but it backfired when the demon collected your soul instead. In order for you to repent, you’re speaking the truth to clean my name. Only then can you not be struck from the list of the original members of the esteemed cult.”

Yeosang looked impressed. “I could always summon my brother from the ninth circle of hell. He’ll end up in Treachery for his actions sooner or later.”

You contemplated Yeosang’s words, but in the end, shook your head. “I have a better idea. Is there anything you can do about making it so the man can never feel an orgasm again?”

Mingi gasped and threw himself at your feet. “Please, Mistress, please show mercy on me.”

"Mingi, you just resigned me to become bedridden with a demon between my legs instead of all powerful with a demon by my side to rule the world. Where was your mercy?"

Yeosang tapped his talon against his lips. "Perhaps… the only way he could orgasm is through you?"

You chuckle darkly and then you begin to laugh with your whole stomach. "Oh, I think I'll like you, Demon Prince."

"So does this mean… I get to leave with my life… and there's a chance I could still orgasm?"

It's Yeosang's turn to laugh so hard, he wipes a tear from his eye. "It'll be a cold day in hell before she lets you come, Song Mingi."

"Mistress…"

"Time for you to go~" Yeosang snapped his fingers and Mingi was gone.

"Uh… Yeosang? Where did Mingi go?"

Yeosang smiled to himself. "The ninth circle of hell was calling him."

You smiled painfully. "Yeosang?"

Yeosang waved your worries away. "Don't worry, Cult Leader. I won't be banishing you to the Ninth Circle."

You took a step back. "...but?"

"But there is another realm you belong in." Yeosang took two steps forward. "You do remember that your body is mine to do with as I please, right?"

"Of course." You clear your throat. "But you said we needed to take it slow."

"I need to take it slow on your body. You're a human. Humans are pretty fragile." Yeosang tipped your head back, curling his black tipped fingers under your chin.

“Mingi was supposed to clear my name,” You whispered.

Yeosang smirked. “I don’t think you’ll have time to lead your cult anymore. In fact, I think I’ll take a few decades of sex with you.”

“Decades?”

“Let’s see how pretty your moans sound first.”

Xxx

You were transported to the second circle of hell with Yeosang. The first thing you realized is that somehow during your travels, all your clothes were gone. The only thing on your body was a dainty chain that wrapped around your neck, traveled down the center of your body, and finally looped around your waist.

“That was fast,” You muttered under your breath.

“No one needs clothes in the second circle,” Yeosang responded, arms folded over his arms.

You tip your head at the fact that Yeosang is still clothed. Yeosang laughed. “I’m not the one getting fucked.”

You frowned at him. “Does it work differently here? Do demons not need to remove their clothing to have sex?”

“Why would I ruin my fun?” Yeosang quirked an eyebrow at you. “You’ll be stripping me.”

“Didn’t you say my body was yours to do with as you pleased?” You couldn’t help but grumble under your breath.

You were kneeling on the floor, removing Yeosang from his leather pants and he placed a taloned hand on your head. “It would please me for your body to rid me of all my clothes. That’s the first step.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this. Years of cultivating a following and master plans of changing the world and I’m at some man--some demon’s feet--about to suck his cock.” Your eyes widened significantly once Yeosang’s cock is sprung from his confines. It’s… thick and curved and mouth-wateringly delicious looking… You shook your head. What was going on with you?

“Is that what you would like to do, my pet? Would you like to suck my cock?” Yeosang’s voice felt like it was stroking you in places no voice should have the power to.

Your head was nodding before your thoughts were released from your mouth. It was almost like you had taken an aphrodisiac and your were being fucked dumb without the actually fucking part. “Well, why else am I removing your pants first?” You demanded.

“I haven’t told you to do a single thing other than remove my clothes,” Yeosang mused out loud.

You frowned even harder. Your hand had wrapped around Yeosang’s cock and the other was braced against his stomach that was akin to carved marble. “You’re right.”

Yeosang’s eyes were hooded while staring down at you. He could sense the fight in your mind, even though the natural aphrodisiac that was in the second circle’s air had taken over your body already. Your hand began to move along his length, even now, as you were contemplating what was going on. It was almost adorable the way you were used to being in charge and now you were at his mercy. “It’s alright if you want to take me in your mouth but don’t get frustrated when you struggle.”

“You are…” You honestly cannot help but keep frowning as your tongue snaked out to lick his tip. “...rather large.”

Your lips pursed around Yeosang’s cock, sucking on the tip experimentally. Even that act is a struggle. Yeosang ran his hand over your head and to the back to cup it and gently thrusted into your mouth further. When you make a noise of protest, he stuck a finger between his cock and your cheek and helped you spread over himself. “Although this is amusing, watching you struggle, I can’t wait to see you attempt to take me within yourself. Of course, you’ll be wetter than you’ve ever been in your entire life.”

All you could do was swirl your tongue around Yeosang. You weren’t entirely sure if you began to bob your head around him, that it would undo the work Yeosang had helped you in taking his cock in your mouth. Yeosang was right about one thing. You were wetter than you had ever been in your entire life. You could feel your wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs and you hadn't even been touched yet.

You whine when you can't do much more than be a receptacle for Yeosang to thrust into it. "What's wrong, my little cult leader, you need to be stuffed elsewhere?" He pulled out of your mouth and you feel like a mess. Drool dribbling down your chin, mixed with his precum, that honestly tasted somewhere between brimstone and cinnamon candies.

The idea of that dick between your legs made your lower half throb even harder than it already was. So instead of responding, you crawled to the silk sheet bed that was in the stark black room. You situated yourself so that your upper body was held up by your elbows and your legs were spread invitingly. The last of your braincells made an attempt to keep your head above the lust-filled water. “Is it different now that we’re in hell? Should I call you… Master?”

Yeosang contemplated it. He removed his shirt with one harsh pull over his head. Not a hair was out of place. “I think Yeosang will do.” He crawled onto the bed himself, eyes on you. “I will have to thank Mingi later. He is the reason I get such a delectable treat all to myself, after all.”

You feel yourself becoming more sensitive, more vulnerable, as his aura consumes you. Yeosang’s form is directly over yours now, hands pressed into the sheets above your shoulders and knees on either side of your hips. You’re breathing hard in anticipation for what’s to come. “I don’t want to think about Mingi anymore.”

“Then let me give you a reason not to think.” Yeosang chuckles deeply and then dips his head down for a kiss.

His body lightly collapsed upon yours, cock against your stomach, his arms still caging you in. His kiss is hungry, canines scraping against your lips, but it’s still sensual, like he’s drinking from your mouth. Your hands began to roam over his broad shoulders, appreciating the fine lines of his muscles. His mouth abandoned your mouth and made a long, wet trail down your body. He avoided your tits entirely, which made you whine, but he simply smirked into your stomach and continued to kiss until he was face to face with your dripping cunt.

Yeosang obscenely spread your pussy lips and tilted his head. “You know, for a cult leader, you’re as wet and eager as a virgin being teased. I’m not sure you were the right person for the job.”

You gritted your teeth. “I assure you, I have an intense desire to burn the world down.”

Yeosang took a moment to absorb your words. Your eyes travel over his face, paying attention to his Romanesque nose and lips. He is as beautiful as one of the Roman statues as well. “Maybe we’ll have time for that later, when I’m done with you.”

Yeosang’s tongue dipped into your folds and you groan loudly as the wet appendage played with you. His tongue scooped your wetness and Yeosang eagerly swallowed it down. Then he poked at your hole, making you whine. “Don’t tease!”

“Oh my darling, naïve human, I am here to tease you in any way, shape and form I wish. It’s cute of you to think otherwise.” Yeosang flattened his tongue and worried at your clit, shaking his head back and forth.

“Yeo-Yeosang!” You choked out, hand diving into his hair.

Yeosang growled into your pussy, not used to anyone being handsy with him. Typically his prisoners were in chains. But he found that he was enjoying the slight tug on his locks. It had been a while since someone had been handsy with him.

He made quick work of your clit, bringing you to orgasm so quickly that it had you whining. You didn’t want to come so fast! Yeosang kissed the pout off your face, your wetness mingling on your tongue. “Be quiet, you’re going to get my cock soon.”

“I’m already so wet!” You insisted, “Why?”

“I want to make you addicted to everything I can give,” Yeosang responded.

The demon prince switched positions quickly. He was on his back and you were straddling his abs. “I’m gonna watch as you sink down on my cock,” Yeosang proclaimed.

“I--” You swallowed loudly at the prospect.

“Come, come, darling,” Yeosang cajoled you, His talons whispered along your hips, gently tugging the chain there. “You can take me. I promise. But I want to watch the struggle and your impatience and the whole show.”

The struggle was real. Yeosang aided you in rubbing his cockhead against your swollen pussy lips and then nudged your entrance.. Sinking down on him was a stretch, the same kind as when you attempted to fit him in your mouth. But this stretch was much more pleasurable. The curve of his dick passed by your g-spot and you knew it was curved for your pleasure. The part that you were not used to was that you could see Yeosang’s cock bulging through your stomach. It was perverse and hot and you wanted to watch it in action.

You whined and panted the entire time as you took him inch by careful inch. And when he was full hilt inside of you, or as far as he could go which was barely three-quarters, Yeosang was beaming up at you like he was proud. “See, I knew you would be a good little sex slave for me. We’re going to have fun. Now let’s hear your moans as you bounce on me.”

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

Yeosang simply shrugged. “Do you need help? Is my big dick making you dumb and it’s only now inside of you?”

“Yeosang, please!” You begged, “I can’t do it myself. You have to help me.”

Yeosang wrapped his taloned-hands around your waist, please at how they encompassed you. Then he proceeded to lift you up and down on his cock. Your head was cast backwards as you moaned at the sensation. His cock hit the end of you and you groaned at that sensation too. The drag of that huge cock inside of you, rubbing your g-spot, hitting your cervix, it was a lot of sensations that was driving you wild. You wanted more. You wanted it all.

As if Yeosang could read your mind, he carefully placed two fingers inside of your mouth. He watched you as your tongue carefully swirled around them. And when he was satisfied, he pressed them to your clit, rubbing encouraging circles there.

“Don’t come,” Yeosang cooed at you, all the while, giving you the most pleasure that you had ever felt in your entire life.

“I--” You clenched your walls around him, almost in the same attempt you would do when trying to stop from peeing, “Please, how--?”

Yeosang switched positions and you were the one on your hands and knees now. Yeosang slowly fucked you from behind, your moans like sweet music to his ears. "Nice and slow, we have to go nice and slow for your fragile human body," Yeosang coaxed you.

The feeling of his talons scraping the small of your back and your stomach as he held you in place always reminded you that you were in the hands of a demon. The slight fear made your throat tight but also made your pussy even tighter in anticipation for your climax. Your cries became more and more desperate as you sought out your climax for the second time. But it was not to come.

You were facedown into the silk sheets, the beginning of tears starting to roll down your cheeks. "Yeosang!"

Yeosang admired the curve of your back. "Does it feel good, Darling? You wanna come?"

"Please. It’s all I want,” You mumbled into the bed.

“All you want?” Yeosang grunted and removed himself from your cunt.

He lied beside you, raising your leg so that he could enter you from behind you. The simple flexing of his stomach had him moving in and out of you. You had an obsession with watching his cock make your stomach bulge now. You held your hand over it and shivered as you felt him lazily fuck you. It was as if this wasn’t hard for Yeosang at all, holding off everything, simply to make you beg. Because as fogged up as your mind was, as much as you were being pleased beyond reason, you knew this was what he was looking for.

“Wha-what? Can I--hnnnnn--do? To--fuuuuuccck, YEOSANG! Let me come already, damnit!”

“Tell me that you want my cum inside of you more than you want world domination. Tell me that you would spend eternity as my slave, if only so you could come with me inside of you. Tell me that I’m the only thing that matters now. No more cult, no more evil plans, nothing. You just want to spend the rest of your life being my plaything.”

There’s something heavy in the air. With all of Yeosang’s teasing air about him, and even with all the sexual implications, there was something between to read between the lines here. You wanted to pick up on it, you truly did, but you felt like you were going to go mad if you didn’t come soon.

You wetted your lips and cleared your throat, attempting to push aside the whine that threatened to escape you once again. “Please Yeosang, please, I beg you. I need you. I need you and only you. Let me come. Come inside of me. I want it all. Fuck me until I can’t walk, and even after, fuck me again. Fuck my mouth, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, I don’t care. I just want to come. I just want you.”

Yeosang stopped moving inside of you and you thought you had said the wrong thing. You sighed heavily. Yeosang was going to make you work even harder for your climax. Maybe he really did want you to go insane from all the denied sex; this was hell, after all.

Yeosang gently moved you to your back and he took position again between your legs. “I want to see your face when you finally come,” he murmured and you nodded gratefully.

“I’ll come for you, Yeosang, I’ll come for you really good,” You promised. You were so hungry for his cock, you wondered if that wasn’t a part of whatever the hell was in the air that made you so wet.

Yeosang’s hand curled around your face and you felt yourself nuzzling into the gentle gesture. You closed your eyes and hummed in contentment. “If I come inside of you, fragile human, you will become addicted to me. No one will be able to satisfy you once I’ve filled you with my cum. You will be mine from here on out, and I could tire of you, silly human. But I don’t want to. You have made me feel something, and I haven’t felt this in a few millennia. So we will come together, you and I. And I will promise you this: I will give you untold pleasures for as long as I have your body as my plaything.”

Tears prick your eyes, and this time it’s not because of the orgasm denial. This time you feel your black little heart beat a little at Yeosang’s words. Now was not the time to question if you had simply needed a demon like Yeosang in your life before life turned cruel and made you want to burn it down. But your chest felt heavy and also light at the same time.

You nodded, your throat too tight to properly speak. “Please… Master.”

Yeosang groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I take it back. Call me master again.”

“Master,” You moaned as he entered you again.

“You’ve taken me several times, but still your cunt is so tight,” Yeosang bit down on his lower lip.

“Master, fuck me,” You groaned. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, locking behind his back. “Fuck me harder; stop being so gentle with me.”

Yeosang snapped his hips and you moaned so loud, you shocked even yourself. “That’s it, Master, just like that.”

Yeosang continued to fuck you, not so much roughly as accurately. He had to hold you in place so that your tiny body didn’t slip along the silk sheets. “Is Master fucking you good, my little slave? Is your pussy able to take me like this? You sure I won’t break you?”

“I can take it, I can take it!” You chanted. Your orgasm was building again and you had hoped this time you would come, finally.

“Fuck, this little human cunt is so good. You take me so well.” You watched in fascination as Yeosang’s gorgeous body rolled between your legs and you found that you didn’t want to look at anyone else between your legs ever again.

“Watch me, Master, watch me come for you,” You moaned.

Yeosang wrapped his hand around the dainty chain that was wrapped around your body and it glowed blue and felt cold against your skin. “Come for me and be mine forevermore.”

Your climax bursts through you, wet and epic and it made your nerves sing with pleasure that was unlike anything you had ever felt. It was as if you were coming from being stimulated from everything: your cunt, your ass, your breasts, your clit. It was almost a supernatural experience and you were soon understanding other humans made deals with demons from the second circle. It wracked through you like waves, the pleasure never ending and all encompassing.

Yeosang still moved inside of you, his climax not yet achieved. He was drinking in the glory that was your climax first. If he thought your moans were pretty and your cunt was glorious, than your bashful expression as you came down from your high, cheeks rosy and a pleased look, was what heaven was for him now. He swallowed roughly and found that he would promise anything to see that look on you again.

“Prepare, my sweet,” Yeosang said, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly so. There were hearts in his eyes and you were sure he had fallen in love with you, at this moment.

You shook your head and attempted to clear your thoughts. “I’m ready, Master. I am ready to become addicted to you and only you. Come inside of me.”

With a few more waves of his scrumptious body, the Demon Prince remained deep inside of you and came. You could feel him pulsing, shallow thrusts taking him through his own orgasm. His deep voice echoed throughout the room and it made you feel aroused and comfortable at the same time. “Never in all of my years enjoyed a cunt as much as I have yours,” Yeosang groaned, also laughing at himself. “How is that?”

It was your turn to cup his face, so small and unthreatening compared to his. “Perhaps it was fate that drew our two black hearts together. Or perhaps Mingi is simply a power-hungry idiot and it was mere coincidence that brought us together. Either way, I think we fit together quite nicely.”

“Not bad for a blood contract gone wrong, huh?” Yeosang scrunched his nose up in laughter and your chest tightened again. You think your heart is becoming less black. But you were pretty sure you weren’t mad about it.

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