The demon’s favorite

Demon x fem!reader || oral sex, dom/sub, edging, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding, tail play, sharing is caring

After that first night, your life changed forever. He was kind and compassionate of your inexperience, but he taught you so much. The concubines taught you so much. Now you were almost an expert on how to please him, how to please the other concubines for his pleasure, too. You weren’t as good as any of them, your inexperience still showing every once in a while, but he loved that. He loved to be the one taking you apart, the one teaching you. And you loved it too.

He was so much more than anyone expected, so much more than the scared villagers... You barely remembered what life was before him anymore. Your village and the ugly people who traded you for some benefits long forgotten in order to enjoy your new life.

You soon had a place on his lap every time he sat on the throne. He took upon himself to make you feel as comfortable as possible, and as close as him as he could get you. That meant you were now his roommate, as you liked to call yourself to enrage him. He preferred to call you his favorite, his pretty human, everyone knew you were his and his alone. He allowed his concubines to play with you, but you were his.

They orgies became a common occurrence in your life, sometimes he wanted you to participated. Sometimes he sat you on his lap and played with your holes for everyone to enjoy. Sometimes he made you bounce on his dick for hours as he listened to the peasants’ complaints. Sometimes he made the succubus concubines fuck you for his pleasure. He enjoyed having you on display, and he enjoyed more to see you falling apart in ecstasy.

When the lords from other kingdoms arrived, you were informed with a pretty package on your shared room. The lacy lingerie inside was made to accentuate every curve of your body, to portray you in the best way possible. Your breasts were covered by a sheer fabric, but your pussy was framed with lacy ropes, tied securely around your body, pressing in all your erogenous zones at once. You were in the middle of putting it on when he walked in.

“You look ravenous, my pretty.” He approached you, pulling you against his body and kissing you senseless. When he broke the kiss, you looked down, shy even after months with him. He lifted your face with a finger, pecking your lips as he told you: “You are going to be the main attraction, my favorite, they are going to be so jealous that I have you.” You blushed harder, all the blood in your body rushed to your face.

He was right. As soon as you two walked into the grand dining room, all eyes were on you. The concubines he sent to play with the guests were in various positions and degrees of nudity. Some of them with dicks in their mouth, some being fucked, some eating the ladies pussies. It felt like a bacchanal, and you were the main course. He helped you on the table, tying your arms and legs so you were completely exposed to everyone looking.

“Come here, darling.” He gestured to his most trustworthy concubine, the one that always shared your bed when he was feeling frisky. “Play with my favorite’s pussy, I want a good show for our guests. But don’t let her come.” The danger in his tone was clear, if the concubine messed up, both of you would be facing consequences. You wanted to argue, wanted to beg, but you knew it was not the time. You needed to put on a show for the lords. You needed to put on a show for him.

The concubine got right to it, eating you out like a starving woman, forcing moans and whimpers out of you. Every time you were close, she pulled away. It was maddening, and everyone present could see how wet you were, how you sounded as you approached to orgasm… But him, he was enjoying it more than anyone else.

He was slowly stroking his cock, his attention zeroed on you. His smirk every time his concubine pulled away was predatory and hungry. He wanted you desperate. He wanted you panting and crying, begging to be filled by him. Begging to come on your lord’s cock.

Everyone around you seemed enthralled by your moans, your body exposed to everyone, your gaping pussy on display for their hungry eyes. Meanwhile, your demon lord gave orders to the concubine to take your pleasure to its highest level. Spank her clit, finger her ass, pinch her nipples, fuck her mouth with your tail… He controlled every single movement of the concubine. He controlled your pleasure completely, and he wanted everyone to know you were his to play with, his to torture and give pleasure.

The concubine took you close to the edge and back down over and over. After what felt like hours, you couldn’t take it anymore. The tears were running freely down your cheeks when you whispered: “My lord, please.” You sounded pathetic, and the concubine giggle against your flesh made you feel embarrassed. You got wetter, the humiliation feeling making you hot all over.

But he understood. “Everyone out.” His voice was loud and clear, final. Nobody said anything, they just got up and got out. His eyes were predatory when he approached you in the middle of the table. “What do you want, pretty?”

“You.” Your voice broke as he wiped away the tears, his touch so gentle you wanted to cry even more. When he leaned down and kissed your swollen lips softly, you let out a soft sob.

“Don’t cry, pretty. I know exactly what you need.” His words were followed by his big form climbing on the table, over you. His big frame obscured the light around you until you could only see him, feel him, smell him. He overwhelmed all your senses at once.

He positioned himself rapidly, his cock proving your already stretched pussy. He entered you slowly, so slowly you wanted to scream, you wanted to curse at him, but you were so on edge it was impossible for you to say more than two syllables. His girth and length feel so good inside of you, stretching you to the point of insanity, your brain dizzy with pleasure.

When his hips finally meet yours, you were ready to come, so close but so far. He chuckled over you, pinching your nipple and flicking your clit, the pain and pleasure mixing dangerously inside of you. You cried out, and he started a slow pace, stopping when you were getting close again. With every thrust, with every stroke of his cock you lost a bit of your sanity. You were drunk on pleasure and pain. Drunk on the feel of him inside of you, around you.

The only word you were able to form was please. You begged him over and over, but he ignored your pleas. He tortured you with his cock for a while, electrifying your body with pleasure. When you felt his tail probing your asshole, you screamed and thrashed against the restrains. He pushed his tail inside you as he kept fucking your pussy. The double assault on your holes was almost too much. Almost.

“I’m gonna fill you completely. I’m going to imprint myself on you until you can’t forget me.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him he already was imprinted on your soul, you would be unable to forget about him. Ever. But he kept talking. “I’m going to breed you until you are round with my demons, until you can’t fit even a drop inside your pretty pussy.” He accentuated every word with a combined thrust of his tail and his cock, making you see stars. “Your tight holes were made for me. Your body was made for me.” You nodded eagerly, drool and tears mixing in your face. You were completely gone, the pleasure too good, too high. “Come for me, pretty.” And you did. Like his words hit some kind of resort inside of you, you came like you always did: at his command.

Your orgasm propelled you to the stars, to the sky and beyond. You saw the milky-way and whatever they called a god. The earth around you shifted as you convulsed under him, your pussy twitching around his girth. He grunted and growled over you, fucking all the pleasure out of you, forcing you to go higher and higher until your orgasm felt almost painful.

When you came back from your out of body experience, he was still fucking you deeply, your pussy oversensitive after the edging and the orgasm. But he didn’t care about that. He pushed in and out of your holes, his pace fluttering. He was close.

“Fill me, my lord. Please,” you whispered. He complied, exploding inside of you. He made good on his promise and filled you to the brim, burying himself to the hilt. He came so much it started to leak around his dick, too much for your little human cunt to contain. He smiled down at you as he pulled out. You cried out, and he kissed your lips softly, whispering sweet nonsense to you.

He untied your spent body and took you between his arms, carrying you to your shared bed where one of his concubines was waiting to bathe you. He observed closely as she took care of you carefully, growling at her every time you whimpered because of oversensitivity.

He sent the concubine away and hugged you tightly, the big spoon to your tiny frame. “You did perfect, my pretty,” he whispered against your hair. You fell asleep between his arms.