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Warmth. That’s your first conscious thought. You are surrounded by warmth. It feels like a weighted blanket with a heartbeat and the distinctive scent of yesterday’s Devilish No.5. It’s a warmth that shifts when you take a deep breath, an arm and a leg hooking over you, and a torso repositioning against yours. The warmth mumbles something indecipherable and you feel the gentle nuzzle of a soft face against your neck. Its next exhale tickles and you squirm a little as your senses awaken further.
You blink a couple of times as your eyes adjust. There may be no sun in the Devildom, but night and day remain distinctive by the presence or absence of light. With a yawn, you peer down the length of your body and smile when the first thing you see is a shock of white hair that wasn’t there when you fell asleep last night. It isn’t the first time Mammon has snuck into your bed while you’ve been sleeping. You’ve awoken a couple of times to find him spooning or otherwise cuddling you, but this morning is different. Mammon has made himself comfortable with his head tucked under your chin and one of your arms around his shoulders. You wiggle your fingers, finding them slightly numb from his weight. In his sleep, he has dragged himself half on top of you, with an arm reaching across your torso and his hand splayed on your opposite side. One of his knees is wedged between your legs, pushing up the material of your pyjama shorts. Yes, he has made himself quite comfortable indeed.
With a soft giggle, you move your free arm to bring your hand to his hair, and gently stroke the white strands before combing your fingers through them. You make sure to curl your digits around the locks and gently tug as you drag your hand towards the back of his head. In his sleep, Mammon makes a quiet hum of appreciation to the gesture and wiggles gently against you as he tightens his hold. Your heart skips a beat or two when the movement brings something else to your attention: his morning wood, pressed hard and hot against your thigh. Your face heats up immediately and you slowly let out a breath in an attempt to quell the urges that rush through your body at the mere thought. He’s still sleeping, after all. And you know that when he wakes, he’ll be embarrassed and pretend like he hasn’t just woken up hard in your bed. Just like the last time. And the time before that.
I guess a lot of guys wake up hard … It doesn’t mean it’s because of me.
He nuzzles his head against your hand, pulling you away from that thought. Your fingers are still woven through his hair and you realise with another skipped heartbeat that he is encouraging you to repeat that action of pulling. You only hesitate for a moment before readjusting your grip in his hair and dragging your hand back once more. Mammon sighs in his sleep, a sound of gratification, and for a moment he grinds himself against your thigh. Your cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as you imagine what his erection would look like, having felt it several times now without seeing it. Your thighs attempt to squeeze together at that thought, but his knee is still wedged between your legs and you end up squeezing around him instead.
“Hm …?”
The quiet noise makes you freeze. Mammon’s eyelashes flutter against your neck as he opens his eyes and a moment later you feel his entire body tense up.
“D’ah! What—?!”
It’s not until he tries to jerk himself away that you realise you’ve still got a grip on his hair. His movement causes you to pull it hard. He yelps at the sharp pull on his scalp with an underlying note of gratification that makes you tingle everywhere.
“G-good morning to you as well,” you manage, though it is an effort to keep your voice steady. “I seem to be waking up to your warm embrace more and more frequently.”
You let your words take on a teasing edge as you run your fingers through his hair to soothe the harsher pull. Mammon sputters for a moment, his face red, but he doesn’t shy away from your touch. After a moment, he gathers enough of his false bravado to attempt to turn the situation around.
“I’m just makin’ sure my human doesn’t get eaten in her sleep! And makin’ sure ya don’t get cold, or die or somethin’! That’s all this is. Since Lucifer decided yer my responsibility an’ all, it’d be a pain in the ass if ya—”
You don’t know why you choose this moment to kiss Mammon, while he is half on top of you and trying to deflect from the fact that he has snuck into your bed yet again. But you do it. With your hand still in his hair to keep him in place, you close your eyes and lean up to seal your mouth over his. And suddenly he is quiet. After a beat, you crack an eye open to peer up at Mammon. His eyes have drifted shut, snowy eyelashes pulled together like a curtain over the gold-speckled oceans of his irises. The sweetest blush dusts his cheeks and he makes a quiet sound against your mouth. Slowly, you pull back from the kiss and his parted lips tremble for a moment, as if lost. Pink is already dusting his cheeks and you’re certain yours will match. His eyes open and you stare at each other, both holding your breath.
Tentatively, you lean up towards him again, sliding your hand out of his hair to rest against his cheek. Your eyelashes flutter as you brush your lips against his, feather-light open-mouthed kisses around shaky breaths. His eyes drift closed again and he drags his lips across yours in response. The minute is surrendered to these quiet kisses, slowly at first, but when Mammon brings his warm hand to cup your cheek in return and you seal your lips to his properly, he deepens the kiss and steals your breath away. With a quiet moan, you hook one of your legs around his calf between your thighs, then tug to encourage him to shift on top of you. There is a moment of hesitation, but with a nervous hum against your lips, he slides his body on top of yours and kneels between your legs, his body resting over yours. Another minute is surrendered, this time to the press of your tongue against his as you taste his mouth. You sigh against his lips, a quiet sound laced with desire and a hint of greed that he amplifies back to you.
The kissing slows when you wrap your legs around him and trap his body against yours. You’re both panting for breath as he breaks away from your lips to peek at you.
“… I … Um, h-hey, what … What did ya do that for?” he asks, glancing away as his blush deepens.
You skim the palm of your hand against his cheek.
“Because I wanted to,” you say quietly. “Because I’ve wanted to for a while.”
He glances back at you and you lean up again, pressing a brief kiss to his mouth.
“Because … I think you’ve wanted to kiss me for a while, too.” You kiss each other again while a small bead of doubt grows in your stomach. “Haven’t you?”
His eyes widen momentarily at the question, before Mammon crashes his lips against yours firmly enough that your head tilts back. You moan a soft sound of surprise as you glide your hands over his shoulders and his back, then drag your fingers up to his neck. Mammon arches his back and groans at the sensation of the light scratching, his hard cock grinding over your pubic bone through the slacks he slept in and your pyjama shorts. You roll your hips in return, pressing your crotch against his erection as it tents his pants.
Breathing heavily, you both lock your lips in another kiss, the actions becoming sloppy and desperate as you moan and sigh together. The doubt is fading quickly from your mind and your heartrate is accelerating in a pleasant way. Emboldened, your hands start to tug at the material of his clothes, coaxing his shirt up and over his head to reveal his toned body. At the same time, Mammon slips a hand over the top of your nightshirt and squeezes the mound of your left breast. His thumb rolls over the hardened bud of your nipple as it pokes up through the material and you mewl softly, your core clenching with delight. His hand makes its way beneath your shirt and suddenly there is nothing between his hand and your breast. He kneads and squeezes the plump flesh, switching to the other breast after giving your left one plenty of attention. An impatient growl escapes him and suddenly he pulls his hand free and peels the shirt up and over your head, tossing it away with his own.
You lean up to capture his mouth again and pull him back down. Kissing with your chest flush with his and nothing between your skin, you feel the excitement growing inside you. You arch and roll into each other as hands explore bodies and bodies respond in kind. The scent of his skin is intoxicating and you breathe him in greedily. Each lungful of his body pressed to yours makes your core clench around nothing. You can feel yourself becoming wet, the only thought left to occupy your mind being the need to feel more of him, all of him—all of him—closer—faster—
“Nnnnhhhh …” he whines against your lips as his clothed cock drags against your pubic bone again. “I … I need ya.”
The words travel down your spine as they register in your mind. The material that covers your crotch is dampening quickly with your growing desire. Your mouth departs from his and you kiss roughly against his neck before leaning close to his ear.
“Tell me again?”
You know your breath tickles from the way he shudders. You feel the tremble right down his spine. Smirking, you flick your tongue against the shell of his ear.
“How long have you wanted to kiss me, Mammon?”
“Aaaaahhhhh,” he moans, as the contact alongside the question overwhelms him. “I— I— I—”
You gently bite his neck and hear him suck in a sharp breath. Mammon’s heart beats frantically from within his chest as you suck and bite harder, until his skin bruises. The thud of his pulse beneath your mouth is tantalising.
“I want you to tell me.” You kiss the place you’ve just marked. “How do you feel about me?”
“I— Ah— I— Please—!” He grips your waist, rolling his trapped erection against your crotch again. “Please, I need you, fuck, you don’t know what you do to—mrrph!”
The kiss you deliver silences him as your tongue invades his mouth. He tastes like golden honey, melting down your throat. You pull away with a smirk and mischief in your eyes, despite how fast your heart is thudding.
“Tell me,” you say, firmly, but then your voice softens. The fire roaring in your belly flickers. “Please, I … I just want to know what this is before we …” You feel suddenly foolish, cheeks burning. You cough a little and glance away. “You know …”
I got too far ahead of myself while playing with fire.
Mammon pauses as his dazed and desperate gaze morphs into something uncharacteristically serious. After a moment, he cups your cheek with one hand and waits for your gaze to return to his.
“Listen … I’m … not great at talkin’ about my feelin’s. But I … I wanted ta kiss ya for a while. And I … I think yer real great … I wanna show ya how I feel about ya.” He glances away as he says it and hunches his head between his shoulders. “Is that alright?”
He looks back nervously when you don’t answer immediately. It takes a moment for you to swallow the jitters in your throat and the excitement that continues to try to push its way out of you.
I guess I’m not the only one playing with fire.
“Okay … Show me,” you say, your voice quiet.
He glances away again and then back at you. “Is it alright if I keep kissin’ ya?”
Your heart thuds and you nod, a shy smile curving your lips. Mammon glides his hands up and down your sides.
“And if I keep touchin’ ya?”
You giggle quietly and nod again, your nerves beginning to recede as you focus on the lull of desire and anticipation. Mammon slides one of his hands up over your breast and gently massages it. He leans down, eyes drifting shut as his lips find yours and you begin to kiss anew. There’s a quiet tenderness to it, a gentleness of being afraid to go too fast too soon. But your core is aching to feel him inside you, and your skin burns with the need for his touch and for his lips to map you out.
Cupping his face while you kiss, you slip your hands down the front of his torso until your hands settle at the waistband of his slacks. He gasps when you pull the elastic away from his stomach, allowing his erection to spring free.
No underwear, you note with a knowing grin. That makes two of us.
You let the elastic waistband settle gently against his skin again, then tug it down until he sits back on his knees to remove his pants completely. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watch Mammon discard his clothes and your eyes travel down to where his cock stands at attention. Your face heats further at the sight, and your pussy clenches hard as you imagine him sinking into your wetness. You’ve imagined his penis before, having felt it pressed against you on more than one occasion when waking up in the same bed, but finally seeing it makes your mind go blank. It’s not especially long, but certainly long enough, and thick. The shaft curves gently to his right, and as the length brushes against your inner thigh, you marvel at the silky smoothness of the skin.
Mammon nervously clears his throat and you quickly avert your gaze.
“Wh-what are ya starin’ at, huh?” he gripes, a stutter breaking his false bravado.
Before you can form words, Mammon grabs the hem of your pyjama shorts and gently tugs them, meeting your gaze.
“Is it alright if I … If I take yours off, too?”
He glances away and back again as he asks. The blush pricks the tips of his ears now. You chuckle at his apparent embarrassment. Quietly, you place your hands over his and help him guide your pyjama shorts down your legs. You watch his Adam’s apple jump in his throat as he swallows at the sight of your bare cunt, already sticky and leaking with your arousal.
You lean back on the bed as he slips your shorts past your ankles and drops them off the side of the bed. His hands are hot against your ankles. He slides them up the length of your legs, stopping at your thighs to squeeze the flesh. His eyes wander slowly up your body, pausing to admire your breasts as they heave with each breath, and your pert nipples that ache for the return of his touch. Finally, he finds your face, and you sit up on your hands to meet his next kiss. You wrap your arms around him as his mouth greets yours. Mammon pulls you into his lap with ease, his grip tight but gentle on your thighs and ass. You moan against each other, both gyrating your hips to gain friction. Mammon’s cock rests between you, precum beginning to bead at the tip.
“I … Nnh … I wanna be inside ya,” he rasps, his voice straining to stay quiet.
He gives your backside a pointed squeeze, lifting your hips to get his cock under you. You gasp as his length parts your folds without entering you and you roll your hips with anticipation as your clit drags along the smooth skin. Your pussy is dribbling arousal all over him, and each pass of your hips is slicker and smoother than the one before. You moan against his lips before letting your head lull back, exposing your neck to his attention. Mammon kisses your throat and you wind your fingers through his hair again. He whines as you guide his face further down, until finally his mouth latches to one of your nipples. You sigh loudly, clenching around nothing as your clit drags back and forth along the length of his erection.
“Fuck, Mammon, yessss, just like that!”
The way he moans around your teat makes you tremble. Your fingers twitch in his hair, pulling harder as a coil of pleasure winds itself tight in your belly. Mammon switches his mouth to your other breast. His hands grope and massage your ass and thighs as he helps you drag your wet core over him while he holds you in his lap.
“Hnnggg pleeeeaaaase!” he whines, detaching himself momentarily from your breast. “Treasure, please, lemme inside y—aaaaahhhhhhhh!”
You bite at his neck, using your grip on his hair to pull his head back.
“Make me cum and you can do whatever you want to me,” you moan, crashing your lips to his in a bruising kiss.
The sound he makes in response to your words is eager, and his digits jump against your skin. You keep his head pulled back by the hair as you make out with him, sloppy and rough. He moans and whines, his grip on your thighs tightening as you grind against him harder. The sensation of the hot smoothness of his cock against your clit is electrifying.
“Oh baby, oh baby, oh fuck, oh baby, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—” he babbles when you pull away from the kiss to bite at his neck again.
You can feel yourself going tight, your orgasm so close. Trembling, you let one hand drop from his hair and rake your nails over his back while continuing to pull his hair with the other hand.
“Fuck! Fuck! Mammon, I’m gonna cum!”
Your eyes are wet with pleasured tears as you bite down hard on his shoulder, the sharpness causing him to moan. His skin muffles your cry of release as you tremble, slickness dripping out of you to coat his cock as the friction on your clit makes you go impossibly tight. Your thighs shake around him and you draw in deep breaths to steady yourself.
As the peak of your pleasure recedes, a ripple of infernal magic passes over you. It takes you a moment to realise what has happened, since Mammon remains naked, but the path of your hand on his back is suddenly obstructed by a pair of batlike wings, and a pair of twirling horns now protrude from his head. Breathless, and still grinding your hips, you pull back from him enough to look at his face. Your eyes are drawn to the white markings that adorn his throat and torso, and the flecks of gold that seem to burn suddenly brighter in his eyes.
“M-Mammon?”
His demon form is mouthwatering, and no sooner has his name passed your lips, you find yourself thrown back against the mattress far more forcefully than you had anticipated. It knocks the wind out of you, and you have no chance to recover before he pins you down, your wrists locked in his grip as he growls quietly above you.
“Did ya feel good, treasure?” he asks, dragging his tongue over your throat. “Ya said I could do what I wanna with ya if I made ya cum, right?”
He bites your neck, sucking a mark to your skin, identical to the one you’d given him while he whined for you earlier. A surprised moan escapes you.
“Fuck …” you mewl beneath him, unable to break free from his grip and perfectly happy about it. “Mammon, please, do anything you want to me, fuck, you made me feel so good!”
“Tell me again, treasure. Tell me how good ore-sama made ya feel.”
Keeping his grip firm around your wrists, he slides down a bit further to capture one of your nipples and bites harshly until you cry out. When he pulls away, the indents of his teeth are apparent around the bud. He sucks another mark against your other breast. Your heart thunders behind your ribs as he gives you kisses full of teeth down to your thighs and finally flattens his tongue against your pussy.
“Oh—!” you sigh as his tongue glides between your folds, slurping up your cum before his lips encompass your clit.
There is a devilish glint in his eyes as he peers up at you from beneath snowy lashes, squeezing his hands around your wrists to make sure you’re paying attention. He presses his lips together firmly, shielding his teeth, but he does not hold back the pressure behind his mouth. He rolls your clit and the surrounding flesh of your labia between his lips until your back arches and your toes start to curl. Your hole clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled and stretched while he gives all of his attention to your clit until your thighs twitch and you throw your head back, cumming hard for him.
“Aah, Mammon, please, oh boy, please, it’s so much, it’s so much, fuck, please fill me, fuck!”
No matter how you squirm, he doesn’t let up until you’re almost sobbing from overstimulation. Only then does he finally ease the pressure of his maw around your clit and release the bud. Humming happily to himself, he pressing his tongue flat against your entrance to lick up your juices again. The teasing attention against your hole makes you whine and mewl anew. You swear as he pushes his tongue into you properly, swirling it against your walls as you clench around him. He hums loudly in appreciation of the flavour that coats his tongue, not holding back for a second as he buries his tongue as deep as he can, until his nose and his cheeks grind against your lips too.
“Hnnn!!!! Mammon, please, I want your cock, I want you deep, please!”
Your eyes are watering from the abundance of sensation, euphoric yet somehow both too much and not enough. His tongue doesn’t stretch your hole the way you need him to so badly. Mammon pulls away from your cunt with a wet sound and finally releases your wrists. He sits up on his knees to assess his handiwork.
“Looks like I made ya feel pretty good, huh?” he grins.
There’s a feral glint in his eyes as he looks over you, his cock still throbbing and covered in your slick, and the glisten of your second orgasm all over his face. You watch him lick his lips, a smirk curling his mouth as he leans over you again.
“Call me greedy, but I think ya look so good when ya cum that I wanna make you do it again—” He kisses your lips. “—and again—” He drags his tongue against yours. “—and again.”
With each kiss, you can taste yourself all over him. And he knows it. He kisses you until your lips are sticky with the same sweetness that he drank from your cunt. Mammon slides a hand along your thigh and lifts your leg around his waist. You moan against his deep kiss as the position spreads your pussy. He reaches down between your bodies to line himself up.
“Oh fuck, yes!” you sob with anticipation, wiggling your hips as you stare down the length of your bodies.
You watch him enter you. He doesn’t waste any time, sinking the tip of his cock into you and only stopping when the entirety of the head of his penis has disappeared between your slick folds. The sweet moan that escapes you makes him shiver and he slides a little deeper. The girth of his cock stretches your internal walls perfectly, and the prod of his length against your most sensitive parts has your eyes watering all over again. Your body squeezes around his intrusion as he continues to kiss you and he groans deeply against your mouth. One of his hands grasps at your chin and holds you still while his other hand keeps your knee hitched over his hip.
“Aah, pleeeeaaase, deeper!” you beg, rolling your pelvis to take more of him into you.
He gives another groan, heavier, squeezing your face in his hand.
“Ya feel that, treasure?” He pushes himself deeper, although there was no question about it. “Ya belong ta me. Ya hear?” Mammon bites your bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth and tugging gently before releasing it. “Yer mine, treasure.”
“Fuck,” you breathe as your walls stretch around his cock. You squeeze your pussy tight around him with a moan. “Yes! Mammon, I’m yours!”
He pushes all the way in as you say it and you scream for him. He makes you feel so full and so tight as the thickness of his dick distends you. He groans and starts fucking into you hard.
“Say it again,” he says, grinning at you.
The molten gold in his eyes burns bright against the ocean blue and his smile is full of fangs. You can feel the sharpness of his claws as they press to your skin, holding your face and your thigh as he fucks you.
“Yours!” you say, and quickly begin to chant. “Yours! I’m yours, Mammon! Aah!”
“That’s right … My treasure. All mine!”
His words devolve into a snarl towards the end and he drowns you with another kiss before shifting his mouth to bite at your neck and shoulders and chest. The razor edges of his fangs break your skin, but only just. He sucks flesh into his mouth and leaves bruising marks and hickeys all over you, decorating them with the shape of his teeth. You’re covered in marks by the time his hips begin to stutter in their hard and fast rhythm, his breathless groans and growls joining the chorus of your moans and cries. You can feel yourself growing tight as he drags his dick across your nerve endings again and again, and you know he feels the way your cunt twitches as you near your own orgasm.
He pulls his head back from your skin for a moment, abandoning the hickey he was leaving on your breast to look upon your face instead.
“I can feel ya gettin’ close, treasure. Ya gonna be good for me?”
You whimper at the way he thrusts deeper with the question, your thighs shaking. The needy burn between your legs is stronger than ever, its fire stoked by Mammon’s girthy length. With pleading eyes, you grasp his shoulders and try to arch your chest up towards him.
“Please, Mammon! Let me cum all over your cock, please!”
“Good treasure, fuck, so good, fuck, yer gonna make me cum too, treasure! Fuck, cum on my cock, cum on my cock, fuck—!”
You feel the dam break, a flood of ecstasy washing over you as your pussy tries to close around him. You scream his name, throwing your head back as your fingernails dig into his shoulders. The thickness of his dick keeps you well stretched against the wonderful contractions that wrack through your body. It makes you feel like you might burst from the pressure and pleasure. Mammon groans long and hard as he fucks you through the orgasm, his cock throbbing inside you until you feel it twitch against your walls. The rhythm of his hips faltering, Mammon slams himself deep into you and sings your name with a growl as he empties himself. You cry out openly as his hot seed shoots into you, heightening your orgasm as you both continue to roll and grind against each other.
With a final thrust, seating himself as deep inside you as he can go, Mammon goes still. The gentle weight of his body settles over you and you can feel his heart thundering inside his chest. Mammon buries his face in the crook of your neck while you both catch your breath. He does not pull free from your tight hole. Instead, he spreads his wings so that the small hooked claws of his thumbs catch on his horns, and the other digits spread to draw the skin that stretches between them over both of your heads. It takes you a moment to realise, but—
“Mammon …?”
“… Yeah?”
“Are you hiding?”
“… N-no. I’m just, um … Er …”
You giggle sweetly, wrapping your legs tightly around him. You kiss the top of his head, the fluffy white hair tickling your nose.
“Thank you for showing me how you feel about me,” you say shyly.
Your hand finds its way into his hair again and you smooth it back from your face from beneath his wings. The gentle brush of your hand makes him sigh, but you can feel the furious blush radiating from his cheeks.
With The Great Mammon still filling your tight cunt, you lay back on your pillow with a sigh and give him another squeeze.
“Let’s sleep a bit longer. I’m not ready to get out of bed yet,” you smirk, speaking right against his ear. “Will you stay?”
Hesitating for a moment, Mammon lifts his face from the crook of your neck and raises his wings enough so that he can send you a pouty glare.
“Jeez, since ya want me ta stay with ya so badly an’ all, I guess ore-sama can help ya out.”
With a grin, you lean up and kiss his lips. Despite still being balls deep inside your cunt, somehow, that seems to fluster him. You laugh as you wrap yourself around him completely and pull him closer to your body.