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Sitting amongst the lit candles of his rather sub-par summoning circle, Giorno couldn’t help but feel a little ridiculous.
Although he’d been fascinated with the occult for as long as he could remember, he’d never actually attempted to summon an otherworldly being until now- it sounded simply ludicrous.
Sure, he was a curious (and rather horny) virgin attempting to summon an incubus of all creatures, but if he was honest, he wasn’t expecting anything to actually come of this silly ritual. At the very least, he’d get teased for being desperate enough to turn to fantasy- and he could deal with that.
Chewing on his bottom lip, he reached over and grabbed the old book from the floor to do one final check through. Everything seemed to be in order, but still Giorno felt uneasy. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he pushed those feelings down before he could change his mind and began to read aloud the incantation, trying his best not to stumble over the old Latin words.
When nothing happened for a long moment afterwards, Giorno stood with a soft sigh and clapped the book shut, trying to ignore the pointless feeling of disappointment. It was foolish to pursue what was clearly just an urban legend, and he’d just turned to place the book back up on the shelf when the chalk outline on the floorboards began to glow a strange red.
The book slipped from Giorno’s hold and hit the floor just as the ground beneath him began to rumble and a thick purple smoke rose slowly from the candles to swirl into a cloud at the center of the circle. Through the flickering lights, Giorno watched with blue eyes wide as a figure took shape within the smoke. It looked vaguely humanoid, and it wasn’t until the smoke cleared that Giorno got a good look at him.
The creature was huge, easily towering over Giorno, and bulkier than any bodybuilder could ever hope to be with a long pointed tail swishing curiously behind him. Large red horns with gold adornments hanging off the ends curled out from underneath the strange hat he wore, and-
Giorno’s mouth went dry.
He was almost completely naked. The only stitch of clothing on him was the leather sleeves on his muscled arms and open leather pants that did absolutely nothing to hide his equally huge, albeit soft, dick.
“You like what you see, yeah?”
The demon’s deep voice reminded Giorno that staring was impolite, and he forced his eyes back up to meet the demon’s own. He was extremely attractive for a devil and his face was all the more captivating. This was an incubus alright, and Giorno felt himself getting interested fast.
“I take it you’ve never summoned a demon before.” the demon grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. “Don’t worry- I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.” He raised large clawed hands in surrender.
Giorno swallowed around his dry throat, his mind racing at mach speed to comprehend the fact that he had an actual demon standing in his living room. A very naked demon at that. He realized he was staring again and a hot blush rose quickly to his cheeks.
“Uh,” His breathy voice gave away just how nervous he really was. “What are you doing here?” He cursed himself for such a stupid question. Who summons a being of pure lust without the intent to have sex?
“I thought that was kinda obvious by now.” If the demon sensed his nervousness, he didn’t show it as he started to move closer. Though cold fear was bubbling just under his skin with each step he took, Giorno couldn’t bring himself to step back, seemingly caught like a fly in the spider’s web.
“You can call me Mista, and as of now, I am all yours.” He purred, and his syrupy voice was enough to make Giorno’s knees weak.
He stopped no more than a couple inches away, almost tantalizingly out of reach from the other man, and slid a cool claw under Giorno’s chin. A shudder wracked through him, and he knew any normal person would have been terrified, but despite the surreal nature of the situation, he could feel the distinct tug of arousal settling hot in his gut.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” Another claw came up to prod at his lower lip, and Giorno nearly moaned, fighting the urge to take it into his mouth.
“Giorno. Giorno Giovanna.” His words spilled out in a rush, and Mista chuckled, low and sultry.
“Well, Giorno, I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting anymore.” It was the only warning Giorno got before warm lips practically smashed against his own in a furious kiss. Paired with the dizzying sensation of Mista’s long tongue wrapping around his own, Giorno barely registered being walked backwards until the backs of his knees met the couch and he found himself staring helplessly up at the beast looming over him.
It was exhilarating. He could already feel himself throbbing embarrassingly at half-mast within his pants.
Mista’s lips curled into another grin, and he reached down to shamelessly palm at Giorno’s rapidly hardening cock through his clothes. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He mused, and instead of answering, Giorno tossed his head back with a moan as Mista squeezed him just right.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make this good for the both of us.” He promised, leaning forward to drop hot kisses down the length of Giorno’s throat. Giorno could do nothing but whimper pathetically, grinding needily against Mista’s stomach. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so aroused in his life, and his head spun with just how much he craved Mista’s touch.
“Gotta get rid of these.” Ignoring Giorno’s whine of protest, Mista moved back to run his hands down the length of Giorno’s entire body, and suddenly all of his clothes fell off of him in neat strips.
With no clothes in the way, Mista’s hot erection was free to rub slick against his own, and Giorno was suddenly and painfully aware of just how big the other was. If he’d been large while soft, then it was nothing compared to how big he was at full erection, already hard enough to steadily leak fluid across Giorno’s belly.
“Wait.” Sobered by the sheer size of the other’s dick, Giorno pushed himself up on his elbows. “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.” As much as he wanted to take it, it looked like it could easily break him in half.
Mista arched a brow, looking amused. “Of course not.” Before Giorno could react, he’d been flipped upside down, his head nearly hanging off the end of the couch, and his face burned at the new angle Mista had from between his thighs.
“Not until I get you nice and wet for me.” He murmured, and leaned in to lick an eager wet stripe over Giorno’s puckered pink hole.
Any modesty he’d had left was immediately thrown out the window. He nearly screamed as the long forked tongue slipped inside him with little resistance. Securing his lips around Giorno’s hole, Mista found his prostate immediately and began a steady prodding against it with the tip of his tongue, delighted at the way Giorno’s cock twitched and drooled more precum down his soft tummy.
“Mista!” Giorno cried out, hands scrambling to find purchase on the couch cushions as he arched his back, unable to get enough of that sinful tongue. His entire body felt alight with the sensation, and he could feel himself draw even closer to his peak.
Mista pulled away with an obscene slurping sound and pressed a goodbye kiss to his soaked hole. “You like that, huh?” He didn’t give Giorno time to respond before two of his fingers slipped inside him, easily scissoring the loose muscle apart. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”
“God, Mista,” he was practically babbling now, unabashedly fucking himself on the 2, now 3 digits inside him. He still felt so terribly empty, and he longed to be stuffed full for the first time in his life. “Please, I’m ready, I can take it!”
“Yeah?” Mista pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch, and Giorno mourned the loss while Mista repositioned himself on the couch. “We’ll have to see about that.”
Giorno jolted at the sudden feeling of the blunt head of Mista’s cock nudging against his hole, and as soon as it popped through the ring of muscle, he hissed through his teeth at the burn.
It burned all the way in despite the thorough prep, and his eyes watered at the discomfort. Every inch felt like it was slowly splitting him in half, and only once he was buried to the hilt did Mista stop and give him a moment to adjust. “You good, gorgeous?”
His gentle voice nearly made Giorno laugh at the total absurdity of the situation. He took a deep breath in and nodded, trying to shift his hips in Mista’s grip for a more pleasing angle. “Move, please.”
Mista didn’t need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, Giorno was achingly empty again, and in the next, he screamed out loud when Mista slammed back home. He fell into a rough pace, rocking Giorno’s entire body with the force of his thrusts, and Giorno could do nothing but lie there and take it.
The burning gradually gave way into the most intense pleasure Giorno had ever felt in his virgin life, and he blindly reached out to dig his nails into Mista’s arms to ground himself. His own aching erection smacked wetly against his own stomach as he bounced against Mista’s hips, but he found himself too far gone to care.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Mista grunted, angling his thrusts just right to earn a shrill cry from Giorno as he drilled brutally into his prostate each time he slammed in. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“No!” Giorno hiccupped, letting his head snap back. He could feel a pressure mounting low in his belly, and with faintly dawning horror he realized that it wasn’t his approaching orgasm. Not only was Mista’s cock pressing incessantly against his abused prostate, but he could feel it jostling his bladder with each pound. He hadn’t even realized he’d had to go in his pleasure-muddled state, but as soon as he became aware of his need, it was already too late.
“M-Mista! Ghh, wait!” He pleaded in between pants. Mista didn’t seem to hear him over the loud slapping of skin on skin, and Giorno knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer without making a total mess of himself. “I can’t….!”
“What’s wrong? Too much for you?” Mista drove in harder, and Giorno bit down on his lower lip as a white hot need for a different kind of release shot hot down his spine to pool in his belly. “It looks to me like you want it harder.”
That was the moment Giorno lost all control. It was as if the floodgates burst open all at once, and he could feel hot piss spurt from his cock, wetting his stomach.
“Ah!!” Mortification burned through him as Mista’s hips stuttered to a stop in surprise and more began to stream out, thoroughly drenching his lower body. Tears began brimming in his eyes at the pure embarrassment of wetting himself like a child, and his hands flew down to try and stop the flow.
Before he could grab himself, he felt his entire body shift upside-down and he found himself nearly folded in half with his own cock practically hanging in his face, still steadily leaking urine. “Wh-”
Satisfied with the new angle, Mista’s thrusts picked up again, and if he hadn’t been able to stimulate his bladder before, then the change in position was a dead strike.
Giorno couldn’t stop the flow even if he wanted to, and every thrust seemed to push even more out of him, thoroughly wetting his face and running down to soak into his hair. He let out a low cry, feeling absolutely helpless.
“Look at you,” Mista sounded even more worked up than he had before, and it made Giorno’s heart turn inside his chest. “Pissing yourself like some pitiful little whore, how disgusting.”
Giorno knew he should have been embarrassed, lying there soaked in his own piss, but the worst part about it was that it was turning him on even more. It was filthy.
“Filthy… I’m filthy,” he whined, spluttering around the piss dripping into his mouth. Mista’s words only added fuel to the fire, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Please, Mista-”
“Quiet.” Mista growled, pulling Giorno closer by the ankles to pound into him harder. Giorno couldn’t stop the flow if he wanted to- it was like Mista was forcing it all out of him at once, and he found himself loving every second. “You made such a mess. I shouldn’t even let you cum.”
“No! Please!” He begged. Finally the stream began to subside, a few stray spurts leaving his dick to add to the wet mess on his stomach. Despite it all, his cock was still rock-hard, angry red and twitching, and all at once the need to cum slammed into him like a freight train. “Please let me cum! I need it!”
“Beg for it.” Mista’s hand around his aching wet cock felt like Heaven, and Giorno fought not to cum right then and there. “Show me why a dirty little whore like you deserves to cum.”
“Aah, please, I’ve been so good! I can’t take it anymore,” he sobbed, trying to fuck into the hot tunnel of Mista’s fist. "Please... please..." He gasped, his voice cracking from the effort of speaking through Mista's brutal thrusts. "I can't-"
“Then cum for me, Giorno.”
And that was all it took to have Giorno’s world going white as his body seized violently with the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life.
When he came to again, vaguely aware of the sticky mess all over his lower body and the puddle of cold piss beneath him, the first thing he noticed was Mista’s absence. Had it all been some kind of morbid dream…?
He sat up with a start, and immediately winced at the searing pain in his ass- that definitely ruled out the possibility of a dream. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit right for days, but the low thrum of pleasure flowing throughout his body far outweighed the pain.
Still, he couldn’t deny the hollow feeling of loneliness starting in his chest. He didn’t know why he’d expected the demon to stay for afterglow cuddles. Before he could get up and start on the huge mess on the floor, a yellow piece of paper resting on the soiled couch caught his eye. The handwriting was barely legible, but he could make out 3 words:
Until next time ;)
Giorno couldn’t wait to break out the old book again.