#what in hell is bad Satan

[refreshedbread]

me whenever I see him

SATAN!?! WITH HAIR UP?! GOD PLEASE THE WAY I NEED HIM!

ME RIGHT NOW

[wihellib]

All Introductions For The 7 Demon Kings

[omkookie]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Kitty! Kitty! =ᗢ= .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Femdom, pet play, pegging, cum eating, hair pulling, slapping, Satan is a good kitty for his mistress.

Fucking Satan with a strap-on while he’s wearing the cute paw socks you bought him. Literally gripping his hips to pull him back, thrusting into him hard enough to rock his body. Watching his toes curl, and the little paws on his feet move.

He looked so fucked out, his face flushed red with embarrassment and ecstasy. Biting his lips, his eyes rolled back with each thrust in him.

You pulled out enough- nearly slipping out, before slamming right back into him. “I…krr..Fuck—” He cursed, groaning at his own inability to form a coherent sentence. It was difficult to talk while you fucked him hard. He trembled, his thighs shaking as you tugged on his cute pinkish nipples.

“Who's my good kitty?” You asked him, slapping his pert chest. His pecs tightened at the impact, hardening, before softening again. Your hand left a small imprint behind, easily coloring his pale skin.

“M-me…” Satan huffs out, A strangled moan leaving his lips when you tug on his hair, pulling his head back.

“I'm a good kitty miss. I'm a good…cat” A small gasp leaves his lips, his breath hitching in his throat as he struggles to get the words out of his mouth.

His dick throbbed, the neglected tip pressing against his abdomen as you continued to plow him from behind.

“Crap…oh…oh shit” He mewls, a small pathetic moan getting past his lips. He didn't want to give you the satisfaction of having him wrapped around your finger this quick, but he wasn't capable of holding onto his sanity any longer.

If he had to be pathetic and beg you for his release this fast, then so be it.

“MC, I wanna cum- Please, please, please”

Satan pleads sweetly, his voice having a higher pitch to it. He needily rocked back into you, thrusting himself against your strap.

“MC~ Miss~” Moaning your name, he bit his lip again, bleary eyes barely focused on the plush bedding below him.

“What is it? My little kitty, I didn't hear you the first time.” You spoke, teasing him with your words. He feels your hand slide into his soft hair, slowly gripping his locks to pull them again.

Satan bristled like an angry cat, quickly losing his patience despite his attempts to remain calm and collected. “I wanna cum miss!” He repeats, letting out a breath he had been holding on to.

“Do you? Really kitty?”

You were taunting him on purpose.

“You're really going to make me say ‘it’’ he grumbles, grinding his teeth as he tries to steady himself on his shaky forearms.

“I told you, I won't let you cum unless you do it” You reminded him, stroking his pert chest again. He didn't have to look back at you to know you had a grin on your lips. He could feel your smug face staring at him despite having his back turned towards you.

“...”

Silence.

Satan doesn't say anything, prompting you to slow down your pace.

“Meow…” Finally, He meows.

“Meow…can I cum…now…please?” his eyes shut closed, the embarrassment etching himself onto his face as you reduced him to nothing but a mess.

The little paws on the bottom of his feet shook as you sped up your pace again. Fucking him hard, rough, and pulling on his hair just how he liked.

“Aww! You can cum, Kitty.” Your sweet lips finally allowed him to finish, giving him the approval he wanted which set his mind ablaze.

Finally! He was going to cum! You were allowing him.

“Oh. But not so fast.” You added quickly, letting go of his hair to reach for something behind you. Placing a small cat bowl in front of him, Satan nearly gawks at it, his eyes bulging out. “What's that for?” He asks, feeling astonished.

“You're gonna fill it up with your cum kitty! And don't waste a drop of it.”

His cheeks burned red at your answer, he no longer cared about how loud he was moaning as you fucked him. Everyone who walks by his room is allowed to know how good you were fucking him, and he would have no regrets later.

“Ohh- MC! MC! MC- Miss” He repeated your name, his hips jittering as you reached down to stroke his pitifully neglected cock. You held onto the base firmly, giving it a gentle squeeze which you knew he'd like.

Finally, you slowly lessened your grip on the base and started to stroke him fully.

“My sweet, sweet kitty” You praised him, getting his cock off as you continued to fuck his ass.

Satan saw white, his vision blanking completely as he got both penetrated and jerked off.

It threw him off of the edge, making his cock squirt more cum than he usually does, right into the little bowl you brought out.

His whole body shook as he threw his head back at your chest, whimpering sweetly. You had his cute ass stretched out perfectly around you. Your large purple cock molding his insides to fit you in.

“Such a good kitty! ” Stroking his back, you gave him a little praise. He nearly flops onto the bed below him, spent and tired as he pants.

“Look at how well I got to milk your cock! Such a big load” Holding up the little bowl, filled with his cum you commented on the amount that was gathered in it.

“Such a good, good, kitty.” You repeated, beginning to slowly pull out of him.

“Not so fast” Satan huffs, reaching back to hold onto your wrist and stop you. He gripped your wrist firmly to keep you in place, clearly not wanting to let you go.

“I want you…to stay in me for a bit more” He says, casting a glance back at you before letting your wrist go again. He flopped down onto the pillow, grumbling something under his breath.

“Okay… but since you did so much and you were so active, you have to drink your milk now!” You simply leaned on top of him, handing him the little cat bowl before wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind.

Basking into your soft affection, He twists his head to kiss your cheek. His eyes then turn to the little bowl filled with his cum.

“You're a pervert” He huffs out, grinning as he kicks his feet.

Slowly, he brings the bowl to his lips, licking and slurping his own cum until the bowl is licked clean.

“Well that's not how I wanted you to eat it kitty” You sighed, seemingly feigning some disappointment that he didn't set the bowl on the floor and lick it out like a pet.

Rolling his eyes at you, Satan leans into your embrace.

“Paw socks… I didn't think making me meow and eat my own cum would get you this excited.” He chuckles, looking down at his feet to get a look at the little paws on them.

“How was the milk kitty?” You asked, Wrapping his hair around your finger and playing with it.

“Hmm…Delicious. Thank you”

“That’s good. Well, You looked absolutely adorable getting fucked stupid on my cock, Satan!”

“Cute? ‘Cute’ isn't how I would describe I look” he retorts, furrowing an eyebrow.

“You can't see how you look while I fuck you, so shush. You were absolutely adorable”

Ohh if only he could purr, despite his stubbornness he was completely putty in your hands all night. You had him wrapped around your finger, and he'd sure as hell let you fuck him like this again.

“I enjoyed that” Satan says bluntly, his smooth voice ringing throughout the room during the quiet aftermath.

“I'm happy you did…” kissing his shoulder, you tighten your arms around him to give him a small squeeze.

“We can do that again sometime, right?”

“Right. Let's do it again.”

Slutty list ᡣ𐭩

[aiikuraa]

Colored version of Mammon's (selfie) likeability comic.

Sorry if the first page look a bit different, that's because I coloured them a few months ago •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

[666love666gaming]

That Butler, Working Part-Time April Fools' Event Story

That Butler, Working Part-Time Part I

Episode 1-2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10

Episode 11

That Butler, Working Part-Time Part II

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10 w/ Leviathan Ending

Other Kings Endings

Lucifer

Asmodeus

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Satan

Mammon

[pinkaditty]

Can i pls request some facesitting headcanons for Satan, Mammon, Sitri and leviathan with a fem s!o? Thank you ❤️

hihi this was my first non-anon ask and yes ofc u can!! <3333

summary: facesitting and pussy eating. how will the men of WHB handle it?

a/n: woohoo i've been excited to do this ask tbh!! like seriously i've really been looking forward to it!!!! the only one i don't know much abt is Mammon buuuuut i do know his personality and idiosyncrasy so im hoping that's enough to characterize him properly!

cw: fem!reader (sorry, the one time i don't do gn... I PROMISE GN NEXT TIME!!), reader has a vagina, facesitting, pussy eating, suffocating (leviathan), cardiophilia (Sitri), pygophilia (Mammon), spanking (Satan), male whimpering, masturbation, and lots of tongue usage. NOT PROOFREAD!

MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!!! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY! THANK YOU!

Satan:

well. he does like spanking!

he won't say no to you sitting on his face ofc that's whatever, as long as he gets to spank your ass while he does it.

he especially doesn't care which way you're facing, because either way, there's an ass close enough for spanking. good enough for him.

will definitely just roughly massage and spank your asscheeks while he makes quick work of you with his tongue.

don't really know why but i think he's totally masterful at it.

knows exactly where your sweet spots are in seconds and abuses tf out of them.

pays especially close attention to the clit, and he's the most gentle with his tongue there. he doesn't mind spanking you, but he doesn't want to hurt you, especially not your sensitive areas. he won't mind if his nails leave a few marks, though.

he won't really stop until he's satisfied. you can't pull yourself off of him because you're not beating him in the strength department.

sorta thrusts his hips up into the air as he eats you out. gets painfully hard really quickly.

His nails, sharp as claws, dig into the skin of your ass, leaving deep bruises and small cuts. You groan painfully, curling your hands into fists and twitching at the sensation. You reach out and pull on his hair. He only grunts, continuing to draw soft circles around your clit with his tongue, smacking your ass once with his right hand before cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer to him. The sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit is almost enough to distract you from his nails still clawing into your backside. His tongue is gentle and slow, tracing soft circles around the sensitive nub. His pace is consistent; not so slow you'd lose your mind, but not so fast that you'd be overstimulated. He takes his time, even pausing gentle stimulation of your clit to lap at your hole, already dripping juices from how delicious it all felt.

This back and forth continues, at the same constant pace. Every time you reach orgasm, he smacks your ass again and continues on his pace, gently licking soft circles around your hardened clit.

At this pace, you'll hardly be able to take whatever devil energy he can give you.

Mammon:

well. he's similar to satan in that he likes ass (similar to me too lol).

will probably be doing almost exactly like what Satan's doing, just with less spanking and more groping and general ass appreciation.

will definitely prefer you facing away from him so that he can really be immersed in ass.

he's really slow with it, though. like where satan will put you through multiple in minutes, mammon will give you one every agonizingly long stretch of time filled with not enough pleasure to get you off, but enough to keep you squirming and impatient.

he will find your sensitive spots, but rather than abuse them, he switches between them. he'll take his time getting you off. he's very slow with it, so much so that it almost feels like he's edging you (he sort of is but he's greedy he likes to savor it and take his time. he knows you're already his anyway. why not take his time?)

will lick stripes rather than circles. he will lick your clit directly instead of teasing swipes from a circular motion.

will also dive his tongue between your folds very often, lapping at your juices like a dog does water.

is constantly squeezing, groping, and rubbing his hands all over your ass, simply enamored by it regardless of size.

definitely without a doubt gets hard but probably won't acknowledge it. he's greedy for you, not his pleasure (though he absolutely will be later).

His tongue switches back to your clit, licking slow stripes, pushing the flesh up and down with his tongue. Idly, you wonder how he can keep at this for so long, but such a thought does not last- not when the repeated, slow motions scatter your thoughts with how ridiculously good it feels. You tense up, eagerly stifling your twitching and staying in place, feeling the pleasure build up at last. He keeps going, licking soft stripes up and down your clit, moving his tongue so masterfully rhythmically that barely a sound comes from his technique. You clench and unclench your hands, your eyes spin in your skull, your heartbeat quickens, and your breathing deepens. Surely this was it, surely--!

You feel the telltale motion of his tongue giving one last rough, prolonged stripe to your clit, before he switches back to your waiting hole, diving his tongue inside hungrily and dragging it along your insides, collecting all the juices his greed so desires. You curse, having been so close, and he teasingly squeezes your ass in return. You can feel him smirking into your folds.

Sitri:

oh boy. ohohooooo boy.

he could care less which way you're facing. what matters is, regardless of the position you take up, your thighs are pressed directly against his ears. he can hear your heartbeat from afar but it's never enough.

will wrap his arms around your thighs to ensure that you stay put and to really press your thighs into his ears. he just cannot get enough of your heartbeat. thump, thump, thump...

is less careful with his fangs than the other demons. absolutely will not hurt nor bite you but when he's tonguing your folds the smooth edges of his teeth may slide against you. not painful.

is not very calculated with his technique but doesn't really need to be with your heartbeat as a dead giveaway. he just laps and laps tirelessly like a parched dog but somehow it hits the good spots.

honestly it's the way he does it that turns you on more than how it feels. how desperate each stroke feels is what really does it.

strokes with his tongue are wide, all-encompassing, and sloppy. he's drooling so much that it only makes you wetter.

buries his face as close as he can so he'll often pull back for air before burying himself again.

eats you out like he's never eaten anything before.

gets hard very quickly and will gently remove his hand from your thigh to jack himself off. does it quietly so you won't notice because he thinks it's embarrassing. eventually his muffled moans into your folds give him away and you just start riding his face. not that he minds.

He just keeps lapping. Like a dog at a water bowl after a long, dry walk. He just doesn't seem to stop. It feels good - almost too good. You writhe and twist, curling your toes from how delicious it feels, but you can't move much; his strong arms still holding you down in place and keeping your thighs hard pressed to either side of his face. He just has to listen to your heartbeat in his ears. He just can't get enough of it, of you. He keeps lapping, his tongue sliding between your folds, gentle but quick, sliding across your hole and just barely tickling your clit before he retracts and licks again. The buildup feels slow, but you've finished before you know it, the gentle tickles of your clit driving you to orgasm. Your whole body shakes and your eyes roll back, and he lets you ride it out, keeping up his gentle strokes against your clit. You shiver as sparks pop behind your eyes, slowly coming down from your high. He squeezes your thighs once more, and breaks away, taking a few deep breaths. The cool air hits your folds and you flinch, twitching just slightly at the sensation. As quickly as he pulled away, he dives back in, dragging his tongue across the length of your labia, gently slipping between to tease what's there. You groan, feeling sensitive, the continued motion making you feel overstimulated. You curl your toes, shifting yourself just slightly, trying your best to bear the overwhelming feeling. It just feels too good, the gentle drag of his tongue, the soft tease of your hole and clit, and the finality of it all before he immediately starts again. You can't take it.

You feel the pressure of his hand of your thigh gently lift. You can't be bothered to pay much attention to that until you hear the soft clink of a belt being undone, and you know what he's doing. You can barely smile in satisfaction due to overstimulation, but you manage, and reach down for his blue silky hair, pulling tightly on it. He moans, and stops lapping, simply holding his mouth open, preparing for you to ride him. He's practically shaking, trembling in silence except for the repeated sound of his hand sliding up and down his length.

Leviathan:

the less he can breathe, the better.

literally. no if's and's or but's. the less he can breathe the better. surprisingly he's not much into choking you... rather he wants you to choke him.

and he doesn't care how you do it.

so suffocating under you while you take what you need from him, yeah! he is more than on board for that.

prefers you facing forward so you can use his nose to rub your clit on while your folds are spread over his lips, revealing your hole, perfect for him to stick his tongue into while you move back and forth over him.

this way, he can't breathe! and yeah, he gets off to that really fast.

will attempt to hold your hips as you ride him, but may be unable to focus much so he might claw his hands into the sheets.

while he's totally into this, you will have to lift off of him occasionally. but not for very long.

you can watch as his eyes roll back from the relief of finally being able to breathe, his face red as a cherry, his tongue lolled out and covered in your juices.

and then you sit right back down and he can't breathe anymore. but he's not complaining. at all.

he's thrusting his hips upwards, as though he's desperate to feel some friction. he's so into being suffocated, he can't even focus on his own arousal.

won't really touch himself. after your first orgasm or so he's already cum untouched.

for every one orgasm of yours, he's probably had one to three.

You're riding his face like you would a horse, using the chain between his horns as reins, pulling his face deeper into you. He obliges, following your pull ever so obediently, burying himself deeper into your folds. You're moving your hips along his face as fast as you can, his nose providing the perfect stimulation for your clit. You can barely see his eyes peeking over your thighs, but they're there, rolled back in ecstasy. His face is bright red, and he can't breathe. He's clinging to the sheets, gripping them tightly for some semblance of grounding, but he's too far gone.

You're much the same, dizzy and blissful from how good it feels. His nose is gently pressed into you, your clitoris rubbing back and forth over it. His nose supplies just the right amount of pressure, enough to send you over the edge. His open mouth and lolling tongue are perfect for catching your juices and teasing your hole, pressed right against it, and you feel every tremble and every moan. Sometimes he moves his tongue just slightly, circling your hole as you move. It makes you grip the chain harder, putting pressure on his horns, to which he moans rather loudly.

When you finally feel the orgasm coming, the building blissful pressure turning into a peak, your folds twitching with anticipation; you suddenly push the chain away from you, pressing his head into the sheets. Your hips follow him, pressing his face deeper into you and his head deeper into the pillows. His already jerking hips suddenly thrust into to the air, and you hear and feel a strangled moan as he reaches his peak, his whole body quivering as he soils his pants. You press deeper into him as you orgasm yourself, you clit quivering against his nose, your juices spilling into his mouth. For a moment, you stay like that, holding his chains so tightly they leave indents in your skin. Soon you release, letting go of his chains and lifting off of him a little, giving him a chance to breathe. He's twitching, all red in the face, and panting heavily, his mouth wide open, tongue lolling out. You only give him a minute before you sit right back on his face again. He moans, satisfied, and ready for another round.

a/n: okay so perhaps i got a little carried away with my blatant displays of favoritism. perhaps. but it's not my fault!!!!!!!!! i like them submissive. :(

okok but anyway i hope you all enjoyed woohoo!! one more ask after this, but ill do pervert pt 3 before I answer that ask. anyways, please please please let me know if you all enjoyed it!! leave a comment, do a quick reblog, and submit an ask if you want something written just for you! im happy to write for you! thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate you!

[sia-paskuda]

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw!

Thinkin’ rough sex with what in ‘hell’ is bad Satan~

Satan just can’t control himself when you’re mad at him. Grabbing you by the hips and pulling you against his chest, pushing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. Even better if you try to bite his tongue, that’ll just have him moaning for more.

Satan ripping your clothes away and not caring about any of it, he just desperately needs your skin touching his.

Pushing you back onto the bed and thrusting so hard into you, the bed creaks and you cry out, encouraging you to him him for it.

Slap him, harder, again, again harder, come now, he knows you can hit harder then that!! He wants you to hit him harder, not only does it feel so good when you do, it gives him a reason to be rougher and manhandle you even more.

Satan flipping you over so he can bite your shoulder, hard. slapping your ass and rubbing his hand over the mark laughing, while telling you how good his handprint looks on you. or gripping your ass and pulling you into him as he thrusts forward. pulling your hair and asking you who you belong, only loosening his grip when he hears his name falling from your lips.

Satan pulling out so he can cum all over your back, just to have the satisfaction of seeing you covered in his cum as you’re both panting, trying to collect yourself….Satan making sure that you catch you breath, just for a moment because obviously one round isn’t enough-

I mean he hasn’t had enough of you yet~

[azulhamsandwich]

One man’s wrath is another man’s pleasure

see what i did there hehe. though, completely honest, kinda ship em 😌

[biancax23]

Satan expressions!

HE'S SO PRETTY AND HOT! THE NEED TO SMOOCH HIS HANDSOME FACE 😭💕

[wihellib]

The Phones of the 7 Demon Kings

[stestylius-arts]

Young Satan got me (finished Encounter of Two Flames through replay). However, with my personal touch. I may have a small project with this version of Satan in the future 🤔🤔

[aiikuraa]

Colored version of Leraye's likeability comic (colored by me). Sorry if the colors look off

[xuterboo]

Every country has its own little mascot

I hear them coming to beat me 🥲

[tsukii0002]

WHB Mc: So you are telling me that all the technology on earth is a copy of something that already existed here in hell?

WHB Mammon: Exactly, we invented everything in hell before.

WHB Mc: Oh, my god….

WHB Satan: What?

WHB Mc: My grandmother was right… Cell phones are from the devil.

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[omkookie]

{ SIN LV.2 } Feeding the lust mark when it doesn't need to be fed is a bonus! Always satisfy your inner femdom by kissing, spanking, and fucking your favorite demons! Satan is a passionate one who'll always let you take control of him, even if he has to beg ‹3

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, femdom, PIV, multiple orgasms + a ruined one, oral/cunnilingus, cum eating, handjob, spanking, biting/marking, Satan is passionate and just lets his missus be in charge.

After yesterday's encounter with Lucifer, your body has been left pleasantly sore. There's a small ache in the muscles of your thighs, leaving behind a pleasant burn in them. Today, The lust mark on you doesn't feel as intense or burning as it did yesterday. Your body doesn't have a need for devil's energy either, so you can breathe freely, your chest can rise and fall without the feeling of a heavy pressure on it.

Treading through Gehenna’s castle halls, you make it to Satan's room and bring your fist up to knock on his door- however, the door is yanked open, rattling from its hinges and barely holding on before you get the chance to knock on it.

“MC?! Where were you?” Satan asks furiously, gritting his teeth while he takes in your tidy and unhurt appearance. You looked perfectly fine, so at least you were safe while you were gone, however– What stood out to him was Lucifer's stench all-over you. That got on his nerves.

“You smell like Lucifer” he hisses out rather sharply, his eyebrows furrowing as his jaw clenches. “I was worried something might have happened to you”

“I'm sorry for worrying you Satan, I'll do my best to send you a text next time I'm out of Gehenna.”

“You better! Or I'm going to destroy half of paradise lost.” He retorts with a hot temper, looking as fired up as always.

You chuckle at his fiery attitude, feeling a small hint of butterflies pool in your belly. Satan was always so fired up when he was worried about you, alas he looked so sexy when he was mad. Whenever he looked like this it was like his masculine charm increased together with his attitude.

“I'll text you next time” you reassure him while your eyes blatantly glide over his outfit, checking his figure like a hawk eyeing its prey.

“...”

He doesn't say anything, simply observing the way you shamelessly checked him out after he threatened to destroy half of paradise lost.

You really had no shame.

“Oh. I see that look in your eyes” He grinned devilishly, reaching forward to pull you into his room. He kicks the door shut behind you, the poor oak wood almost cracking because of the impact. The door clung to its hinges for life, and you were honestly impressed by the craftsman who had made it.

Satan pushes you further into his room, fingers wasting no time in yanking your shirt off of your body as his lips latch onto your neck. His fiery kisses trail down your exposed skin, He sucks and nips at your collarbone, leaving a small trail of marks on your supple neck. Your own hands reached forward to tangle in his hair, fingers twisting in his smooth locks before pulling them back to expose his neck. Your lips latched onto his skin and marked him the same way he marked you, sucking and nipping harsly.

While you marked his neck and he marked yours, Satan made quick work of taking off his jumpsuit and gesturing for you to help pull his t-shirt off.

“You don't waste time.” He hums when you yank his shirt off. He kicks his shoes off next, before getting on the bed. He sat down on the bed, spreading his thighs a little for you to straddle him.

After he got you on top of him you let out a small mumble between kisses,“I never do”

True to your words, your impatient hand runs over his boxers to tease his growing erection, fingers rubbing the tip of his hardening cock. The tip was straining against the cotton fabric, precum slowly seeping into it to wet it.

“It's what makes you so attractive to all of the devils” Satan rasps out, his head falling back as he grips your hips tightly.

“I need to have you, MC” he blurts out as he slowly grinds his hips against you, trying to get more of your delicious touch.

Pushing him down harder and reaching up to grab his horns, you gripped them tightly before spitting on them to lubricate them. Satan shivered, a pleasant chill running down his spine as you held his sensitive horns. His breath caught in his throat as you rubbed his horns, pulling, twisting, and tightening your grip on them. His body burns up, a tingling feeling spreading from his horns down his crotch. His hips rock into you from below, cock shamelessly grinding against your clothed pussy while you continue to stimulate his horns. Your hand was covered in white liquid which dripped everywhere, dampening and making a mess out of his hair.

“Keep going.” He grunts. His eyes roll back as he fucks himself against you, pathetically grinding his cock onto your underwear. Satan rips your stockings, tearing the thin fabric apart. His fingers were finally able to push your underwear to the side and plunge his cock into your wet pussy

“Oh, shit” You cursed, Feeling his cock invade your wet entrance. He pushed the first two inches into you slowly before shoving the rest of himself inside, making your body jolt and lips slip out a moan.

“Slowly” you hiss at him, tightening your grip around his horns once more. His horns spew more liquid, oozing it down his hair and cheeks. His cock seems to ejaculate at the same time, the knot in Satan's abdomen coming undone with the final touch on his horns.

He finishes inside of you, filling up your empty pussy with cum as his eyes squint to refocus. He felt fucked mentally, and his hands shook as he reached up to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

“Shit…” he curses under his breath, almost feeling embarrassed he came so fast. Biting his lip, he looked up at you before telling you to continue, “Keep going, MC.”

A moment later, Satan's met with a hot slap on his chest which leaves his skin tingling. His muscles flexed at the impact, before your fingers grip one of his nipples and twist it.

“Krr ..Mm..” he jolts, squirming and twitching under you while you abuse his nipples.

“You've gotten… So devilish..” he lets out a lighthearted chuckle, huffing for air after you give his pecs one final squeeze.

“I didn't say you could cum, Satan”

“Is that so? Heh, You should've made that clear from the start then MC–”

he shuts up as you get off of him and tug his boxers off completely, pushing them down to his ankles. “You know you can't do it without my permission, Satan. I'm very disappointed” you retorted, gripping his wrists. Rubbing his wrists, you yanked him forward and laid him across your lap.

Satan turns his head to look over his shoulder, red eyes curiously peeking back at you. He felt your hands slide across his buttocks, rubbing and squeezing his tender skin.

“How many slaps do you think you deserve?” you asked him, curious to know what he would say.

“A hundred”

He grins confidently, making himself comfortable on your lap as you continue rubbing his butt. He felt so turned on with your hands on him, He was looking forward to getting himself spanked.

“A hundred? You think you deserve tha?t”

“I do”

“I don't think so.”

He presses himself against you, cock lightly grinding against the outer side of your thigh.

“You don't deserve a punishment which you'll like, Satan.”

He almost feels like begging you to spank him after you say that! He's so needy, turned on, and he really wants to get it. He wants your hands on his ass, leaving that pleasantly burning sting behind.

“What should I do? Satan.” You squeezed his hips, gently scraping your nails across his inner thighs.

“Hit me”

you clicked your tongue in irritation at his reply, “I think you'd like it too much” you squeezed the back of his thigh, pulling him even closer to you

“Stop beating around the bush. Are you trying to make me beg?” He asks as he looks back at you exasperated.

“Who makes the rules around here?” you retorted at his comment, crossing your arms as you stared down at him.

Silence.

He shut up pretty fast, his face scrunching into a displeased frown as he pouted like an angry kitten. “You do” Satan begrudgingly admits, feeling you rub his thigh again.

“That's right. You finished without permission, and You know you're not allowed to cum without asking me first.” Chiding him, you stop rubbing his leg before giving him an order, “Now, Kneel.”

Getting off of you, Satan gets down onto his knees and waits for your next order.

“You made a mess, so you clean it up.” Your sultry voice whispers as you place your legs over his shoulders, tugging him towards your dripping pussy by his horns.

“Mmmf!”

A low moan slips from his lips as his nose bumps against your clit. His tongue darts out to taste his own cum that's dripping out of you, tongue sliding gingerly across your labia and hole.

“Ohh…good boy, clean up your mess, Satan.”

He hums into your pussy, hands grabbing ahold of your legs to keep them over his shoulders. His tongue swept at your folds and he sucked on your clit like a starved man. “Mm, MC”

he mumbles something incoherent, voice muffled by your sweet core. He laps up your sweet juices with his cum, enjoying eating you out. Satan loves your pussy, and he loves eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“You're so pretty with your face buried between my legs”

Ooh, The praise. It made him melt. If he could purr right now he would, and if he had a tail it would be wagging. He slurps up your juices, cleaning up the mess he made in your pussy earlier.

“You're the pretty one” He whispers as he pulls back, his chin coated in your slick juices. He teasingly licks your labia one more time, tongue running along it before twisting around it, “This pussy's gorgeous too” letting out a small breath, he nips at your clit gently, teasing the little bud with his lips and teeth. “My favorite…” he mumbles

“You love your missus’ pussy?” You teasingly ask, a small glimmer shining in your eye.

“I love my missus' pussy…” he moans into you, face flushing into a deep red which reaches his ears. “MC….”

“Shh…keep doing that, you're making me feel so good.”

His rough hands knead your soft thighs’ skin, squeezing and massaging them purposely. Your legs trembled over his shoulders, and a hot flush spread across your body as his tongue swished across your sensitive clit.

“Satan look at you… you're so pretty.”

Bad- You reached down to grab his horns again and torture him. He sits up straighter, that hot, burning ache making itself present again. His horns were one of the most sensitive parts of his body, and the most delicate erogenous zone for you to grip.

“MC…”

“Shh.. I'm so close, you're doing an amazing job, Satan.”

His eyes roll back as you stroke his horn, “...I love it…” he mumbles, tongue lolling out to sloppily lap against your clit. He grips your thighs harder, leaving small red marks on your skin.

His face was absolutely beautiful, deep red eyes rolling back as you rub his sensitive horns. He gripped your legs as if he was holding on to a lifeline. He sucked on your clit and teased your gentle bud, setting every nerve of your body on fire.

“Satann..” you mumble, almost letting out a choked whine. “Faster… hurry up a little” You grind your hips up, bucking them against his face. You're grinding up against his hot tongue, almost fucking his face roughly as you pull him further onto your core.

“Mmm…MC…come on”

He speeds up, lapping at your clit as fast as he can. He pushes two fingers into you with ease, sliding them into your wet entrance and curling them against your g spot. He pumped his fingers, pulling them out and pushing them back in. He presses against all of the sweet spots in your body, suckling on your clit and teasing it.

“Oh…Satan! Yeah… keep doing that, keep doing that.” you grip his horns harder, thighs squeezing around his head. You're practically crushing his head as he finger-blasts you, your thighs clamping down on it as your orgasm shakes through your body. “Oh…fuck” he grumbles lightly, teeth sinking into your inner thigh to mark you. Your legs tremble around him, and Satan groans. His horns spurt liquid again as your own orgasm consumes you. Riding it out on his face, he lets you facefuck him until you finally let go of his horns.

“You look satisfied” he nips at your thigh again, sucking a mark onto your skin. “That doesn't mean I forgot you're supposed to be punished”

“Aww… but you'll let it slide this once, right?” He asks

“Punishments don't slide Satan, Come here and bend over my lap again.”

“Oh?” he gets up on shaky legs, wobbling with the first step he takes towards you before bending over your lap.

SLAP!

Your hand made harsh contact with his ass.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

You continued to hit his reddened skin, alternating between which half of his fleshy buttocks you hit. “MC… ohhhh~” he moans your name, gasping as you harshly beat his ass.

SLAP! SLAP!

he rutted against you, cock twitching with need as his blood rushed down.

Satan held himself up, reaching down with one band to stroke his erection. He stroked the sensitive tip of his cock, squeezing it in a tight grip before wrapping a fist around his whole shaft.

“MC…can I cum? Pretty please” he asks sweetly

SLAP!

his hips jerked forward, body shuddering at the contact of your hand. “Please” he pleads, begging you by calling out your name needily, “MC, Please.” he gasps sharply, feeling your hand soothingly rub the aching and reddened skin of his ass.

“MC, Please”

“Please….”

“You want to cum so bad?” You inquired, rubbing his ass one more time before delivering another smack against his red and irritated butt.

“Yes…Please”

With your hand reaching down, you push his hand away to jerk off his cock. You stroke him, tugging and pulling on the tip and base of his shaft. You work his release, building up the tension in his body which surrounds his ejaculation.

“Oh! Fuck– I'm gonna cum” he rasps out, hips thrusting into your hand as his cock spews out thick ropes of cum-

Your hand suddenly lets go of his cock, not giving it enough stimulation to get him through his ejaculation.

Satan grinds his teeth in frustration, feeling his ejaculation get ruined and cock twitch in disappointment, barely spurting out any cum. He groans, twisting his head to look back at you with a grumble, “You're mean.” A small frown etched onto his face. “This is a punishment, love” you stroke him under his chin, teasingly tapping your manicured nails down his neck.

“That was disappointing-... Hehe… you're real devilish”

He gives you a once-over, admiring your beautiful body until his eyes glue to the mark that shone on your abdomen- Suddenly his whole demeanor switches and he gets salty, “What's that?!” He asks, gritting his teeth

“What's what?” You ask back in confusion

“I'm talking about the damn mark on your stomach-”

“Oh… don't worry about it.." you tried brushing it off

“Was it Asmodeus?- Damn!…that bastard!!... The moment he returns from earth I'll smash his face against the ground”

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