3 comments/ 24023 views/ 17 favorites Asmodaios Ch. 02 By: angelasmodaios 2 - Azarias *** I blinked my eyes, finding myself in a gigantic bed, the sheets a large pool of deep red satin. This definitely was NOT my bed. In fact, I don't believe I've ever seen a bed so large. What is it, double king? As I felt something wet on my neck and a hand on my abdomen, I tensed up. Another almost molestation; great. This ass hole was going to get it for drugging my drink! I might be foolish when it came to my drinks, but I was not— "Azarias," I heard my name spoken in my ear, filled with lust. That voice, I couldn't mistake it; the person was confirmed by the serpent-like tail that gently inched is way up my thigh, sending shivers through my spine. It had been weeks, and I hadn't heard from the big guy behind me. Though I hadn't expected it; I was back in the states, and who knows where demons frolic in the land of the living? As much as I wanted to ask the dark-skinned demon questions, I didn't. I simply turned my head to the side, catching his amber eyes in mine before kissing him passionately, not easily giving up the small quarrel for dominance by our tongues. I turned to goo once he began to pull on the sensitive buttons on my chest, sucking on the tongue practically down my throat. "Mmm," I moaned, knowing what that long tongue could do to me and what it had done to me, slither inside and rub against my prostate nonstop. "Azarias," He panted into my ear again, causing me to wriggle in his grasp. His tail wrapped around my leg, lifting it up much like that previous night. "I want you beneath me... Forever." I felt his large cock against the cleft of my ass, slowly moving in front of my entrance. I wanted him so much; I could almost taste my desire. I could feel his thickness begin to push into the outer ring... But it just wasn't meant to be! I cringed as I felt myself wake up. That's right; no gigantic bed, no satin sheets, no fucking demon, and therefore no sinful sex. Phooey. "Mr. Dimitriadis?" I opened my eyes to find the librarian sitting across from me. Apparently they got a new librarian while I was "studying abroad," as they call it, in Egypt. The thin—and rather flat, might I add—brunette was replaced by a rather muscular guy, his long black hair framing his face and ice blue eyes, which were probably contacts. He didn't look like a bookworm, but he knew where everything was, unlike that other lady. And he was sexy; actually, he was probably the reason why I had that dream of Asmodaios. The librarian's voice was a smooth baritone, much like Asmodaios', and practically dripped sex too. "Mr. Dimitriadis?" The librarian spoke again, almost sounding a bit worried. I guess the pretty man didn't want to have a dead student with a high GPA on his hands. "Uh, yeah," I responded drowsily. School papers were boring. Maybe this guy would have a couple of drinks with me... "You didn't look too good there; you were groaning in your sleep. Are you feeling alright?" His smile was more like a smirk, as if he knew what I was dreaming about. "Everything's dandy; thanks for the concern..." I glanced up at his name tag. "Rafé." I smiled as I stood up. Rafé happened to be only slightly taller than me. His brow arched up in question, as if my body language was enough to tell I had something more to ask. "Since the library should be closing soon, I was wondering if you'd have a couple of drinks with me." He smirked fully now, seeming to ponder it. "I'm not sure. Why should I trust you?" He turned with grace unfit for a human, leaning slightly to pick up several books and giving me a great view of his nice, firm backside. I nearly forgot his question. "Doesn't my angelic face give you enough reassurance?" I plastered the most innocent look on my face as possible. I walked around to the other side of the table, leaning on it a bit. Rafé turned around, placing his hands on either side of my hips on the table and leaning into me. "The most innocent looking are often the most dangerous." He licked his lips as he stood straight again. "Nonetheless, I will go with you. A little bit of fun never hurt a soul." He moved to the front desk with a large stack of books, and I followed, taking several books off his stack. I arrived first to the desk, which probably wasn't a good thing; he didn't see me or my legs and somehow managed to trip over my leg as he placed the books down, taking me down with him. His fall was very defensive, if I've ever seen a defensive fall. Technically, I should've been on top of Rafé, but I was pinned heavily to the floor by his muscle mass; he grabbed me by the arms and flipped our bodies all before we hit the carpet. He pulled away from me a moment after; I swear I felt him smell my neck. Maybe I'm paranoid and it was just a sharp intake of breath. "Or did you want to skip the drinks?" I tensed as I heard that voice again. Maybe, my darkened one. Rafé pulled his upper body up, sitting on my thighs. The light caught his eyes funny, making them seem amber-colored. "Not at all. Are you afraid of becoming too drunk to drive?" His lips curled into that smirk I was beginning to like as he stood, offering me his hand which I took graciously. Although I had gotten that drunk recently, that certainly was not what I was insinuating. "Well, no. But it could happen, I suppose." I scratched the back of my neck lightly as I sat up, dyed hair getting partially in the way. "If it does occur, I will bring you home." For a guy that looked around my age, he had a verbal grace I just didn't have; just the way he spoke was charming in a sense. I just nodded, really believing I wouldn't get piss drunk. Boy was I wrong. I didn't get drunk immediately, but after getting comfortable around Rafé—you know, once I got him to call me Rias and not Dimitriadis anymore—I guess I didn't realize how many drinks Rafé ordered and passed me until I was too drunk. And then I began to make a complete ass of myself. "You know," I began, another shot of whiskey in my hand. "You look like some guy I met in Egypt." "Is that so?" He looked amused, laying his chin in both his hands; he didn't look the least bit drunk. Bastard. "Yep. You just don't have purple skin and silver hair. Oh, and your eyes aren't like pumpkins." "Contacts." I knew it. "Whatever. You're still hot anyway." Rafé simply laughed at my drunken confession. "It seems you have become too drunk to drive." He glanced at his watch and placed his arm across the table, picking up my car keys in one smooth movement. "It's getting late, so I will drive you home." "Wait, wait. I'm serious," I slurred as he stood and began to pull me out of my seat much too easily. "Come on, you've got to believe me!" "Yes, yes, I do. Now let us go before you make a fool out of yourself." He sounded almost annoyed so I just went along, walking to my car and into the driver's seat. Rafé shook his head, leaning in and practically shoving me over the gear stick. "Petty mortal," I heard him mumble before he cleared his throat, as if to cover what he said. "Hey, that ain't so cool! I could've busted my ass on that thing!" I almost began to shout. Drunken rage is just awesome. The bastard closed the door and snickered, sticking the key into the ignition. "I'm sure you have taken much larger." My retort was caught on my tongue as I saw the light catch his eyes funny again. As he drove away, the devilish part of my brain—or the perverted part—began to work; it only comes out to play when I'm drunk. Otherwise, I'm quite modest and sometimes even a bit timid. But alas, I was more drunk than usual, and this guy was driving me home without knowing where I lived. And I just had to talk. "Have you gotten road head before?" He arched a brow. "I don't believe I have. What are you suggesting?" He stopped at a red light. A devilish smirk played across my lips as I released my seat-belt and leaned over to his seat. "I suggest," I began, unbuckling his belt, my hand moving to lower his zipper. "You keep your eyes on the road and get us to my apartment in one piece." I lowered my body and yanked his pants and boxer-briefs down enough to pull out his length. It still didn't occur to me that I had not told him where I lived; for all he knew I lived in another town. He laughed a little as he drove at a normal pace again, bucking slightly as I licked the slit of his thick manhood and pressed my lips to the head. Instead of resting his hand on the gear stick, he left it on my head, willing my mouth over his cock and nearly forcing it down my throat. I moaned around his length, loving the taste; it reminded me of honey, sweet as if he ate sugar quite often. I lifted my head and sucked at the tip, licking the pre-cum at the top. The car jerked a bit as it sped up and I lifted my head a small distance from his erection. "Don't get us killed, now." I lowered my head again as he laughed, a low sound in his chest following soon after, the head of his cock making its way down my throat. Rafé's hand landed on my head after switching gears again, petting my head softly; I moaned and leaned into the touch a bit, feeling his hips buck under my ministrations. There was no way he was not speeding; I could feel the car weaving through lanes continually, and probably burning red lights, too. My poor little Integra. The car jarred to a stop and Rafé's hand grabbed tightly to my hair as his head rolled back onto the headrest. "Aah... Azarias." His hips bucked, nearly causing me to jerk up as well. A moan played deeply inside his chest, sounding almost like a cat's purr. I had little warning of his release, only knowing once his semen began to flow into my mouth, the taste much like honey. Once the small spasms stopped in his hip, I let go of his twitching cock, slowly running my tongue over the tip again. I thought I heard Rafé growl as he pulled me up into a kiss—not too sure, being drunk and all—roughly sticking his tongue into my mouth as I moaned loudly. He pulled me into his lap easily, pushing his chair back as he did. I rubbed my denim clad length into his bare length, hearing him hiss at the contact before he bit my lip; I was acting like a needy bitch. And I didn't care. Rafé released my lips after a moment, whispering in my ear as he sat up. "There is no way I'm fucking you in this car without breaking your neck." That wouldn't have been so much of a problem for me, or so I think; I have an odd thing of healing quickly from injury and not getting sick often. But he didn't need to know that yet. He removed me from his lap—of course, not without my constant, drunken whining—and pulled up his pants, pulling out the keys from the ignition and tossing them to me. I'm surprised I caught the damned things. I slinked my way to the door, looking for the proper key. Rafé decided to distract me, attaching himself to my back and rubbing my ass against his groin. "Hurry; or I might just take you in the hall," he whispered in my ear before licking the rim. "I'm not too sure they will enjoy hearing you scream in pleasure beneath me as much as I will." I whimpered as I opened the door, nearly up the staircase and at my apartment door in several seconds. He was right behind me again though, my fingers fumbling with the keys and just dropping them. I moaned quietly as Rafé's hand came around my waist to cup my arousal; the touch felt too familiar. "Too difficult for you, angel," he whispered huskily in my ear. I moaned and leaned back against his chest; I was nearly sobered up. "If my landlord wasn't on this floor, I'd totally let you fuck me right here." Rafé laughed, a quiet rumble from his chest. He turned the doorknob and the door opened. He waddled my form inside, kicking my keys in as he did; my door was always locked, so this was just odd to me. Before I could really think of it, he had my wrists tied together in front of me with my belt and I was lying on my back. He slowly undid my jeans with his teeth, pulling them down around my thighs. He nipped at me erection through the briefs, my hips jerking a bit. He licked from my sac upward to the tip of my erection; he then pulled down the waistband with is teeth and tongue, taking his sweet time as it got caught on my length. Once he got them down to my thighs, he pulled off all my lower garments and propped me up at the head of my bed. He removed his belt from his slacks with a devilish smirk on his face. I eyed him a bit warily as he raised my arms above my head and used his belt to attach my arms to the canopy bar above me. I was kissed quickly before his head retreated between my thighs. Ooh, that was a sight I could definitely get used to, nonetheless the feeling. This guy must have been the god of giving head, because he was just too good. I quickly began losing what little control I had left over my hips. I rotated my hips slightly as he pulled away his head. "Rafé," I nearly whined, placing my legs on his shoulders. He laughed as he took the leaking head of my cock, sucking profusely before quickly taking in my entire length. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as I yanked on my restraints and let my head roll back; for a moment, I didn't believe it was me. Rafé's head quickly bobbed up and down on my cock as he twirled his finger with slight pressure against my opening. I bucked against his finger, forcing it inside with a loud moan from my throat. "Impatient, are we?" He smirked as he entered another finger and ran his tongue along the underside of my arousal, flicking from side to side right beneath the head. "Do you want me...?" My brain-to-mouth filter decided to stop working. "More... Please, more, Asmodai-aah!" Rafé forcefully pulled my arousal into his mouth again, growling loudly as he sped up all his movement, his fingers fiercely working in and out of my portal. My eyes rolled back into my head as I screamed my orgasm, my body tensing up as he sucked me dry. I whimpered as he continued to suck on my overly sensitive and tender length and continued to stretch open my entrance. He moved away from me and removed his slacks, whispering into my ear as he leaned into me after. "I will fuck you until you scream yourself hoarse in pleasure; then I will fuck you again until you barely have enough energy to breath." I opened my eyes to smirk up at him, but it just turned to an ugly grimace as I stared at the ceiling; there was this hideous thing up there, the ugliest demon of demons if I had ever seen more than one. Its eyes were red and beady, surrounded by mounds and mounds of hair over a round body with long, branch-like arms and huge claws reaching for the bed. I was beginning to hope I was dreaming. "Rafé, fucking untie me now." I tried to remain calm, but it was probably apparent that I wasn't, and it was becoming hard to stay calm. He noticed my sudden distress and turned around; the feral growl from his throat was definitely not a sound a human could make. I felt my arms flop down to my sides before the ugly thing retreated back into the ceiling with a smirk. "What?" I rolled my shoulder a bit, still a little shocked. Rafé sighed before standing and replacing his clothes on his body. "I should go." "Whatta? W-wait, you didn't think that thing was usually there, do you?" I panicked; how fucked up would that be? "I know it is not; I just should have known better." He leaned down and quickly kissed me again as he saw my confusion. "A short tale for another day. Besides that, I have to work early tomorrow." Yeah, sure. Oh, but I had a literature class to attend. Fuck. I sat a little flabbergasted. "You can't tell me now if it's short?" "That wouldn't be wise. Now you have a reason to see me again. So long." With that, he was out the door. Worry not, my angel; I shall not let harm come to you as long as I stand in this realm. "Oh, shut up," I mumbled into my pillow, uncomfortable arousal hitting the mattress. "I'm gonna have a fucking hangover." I had the worst luck with men. *** Asmodaios Ch. 03 3 Asmodaios *** How foolish I was. I should have known better—and I did, though I was beginning to doubt my wisdom. I should not have followed Azarias out of Egypt, but curiosity got the best of me. Undoubtedly, I thought I could restrain myself; how wrong was I...? It was only my second encounter with him in the library and I already lost any semblance of control and composure that I had. The first day, I was ignored and I was glad for it; I probably would have taken him in the library, right when the janitor would arrive and see him in all his sensual glory. I surprised myself when I still had enough restraint to keep my clothes on outside of his apartment. I sighed as I closed his apartment door, leaning heavily on it. How so very foolish I was. I could find out what I wanted away from Azarias; it would undoubtedly be more difficult, and I wouldn't be able to test any theories I developed, but I would keep him safe. My being with him was attracting my brethren already, and not at a desirable time. I opened my eyes and growled a bit. "Reveal thy form, Belial." At my recognition of his presence, Belial appeared in all of his fake, angelic glory, pompous as always. His white feathered wings fluttered slightly, moving flaxen hair like honey out of his icy blue eyes. "Good evening to you, Asmodaios." Belial dusted off his robe lightly. I stared at him maliciously. My brain knew barely posing as a human was idiotic, but I was careless nonetheless. Now I had to deal with this. "Whatever do you desire from me to disturb my peace?" The smug blonde laughed. "I want nothing from you." He angled his head to the side. "Actually, what have you learned about his one you cannot seem to leave to himself?" I growled my warning, which he ignored altogether. "Why not just ask Purson or Vine? Make your life simple and ask, like I did?" I nearly hissed my displeasure. "If I wanted this to be anyone's concern but my own, I would have. Now leave me." "Certainly." He moved to walk around me. "I'll just keep him company instead. I heard his screams are most delectable." Belial feigned a sexual pant before my hands were a vice around his throat, forcing his back into the door. As I lost control of my rage, I began to shift back to my demonic form, my tail smacking the floor. "If you dare show yourself to me or Azarias again..." I growled as talons broke the skin of the blonde's neck, small rivulets of blood spilling down his neck. "I shall personally do unto you critical harm." I certainly was not in a good situation; I might actually kill him. "Have I made myself clear, blondie?" Belial coughed as he spoke. "Alright, alright; I comprehend your nonsense." I lessened my grip around his throat as I changed to a human guise again. "What's yours is yours, and if you so desire, so is what's mine." He rubbed his throat. "Bastard." Belial covered himself with his wings and his form imploded, leaving behind only a few white feathers. It was back to his side of Hell for him. Moving away from Azarias' door, I glanced down, eying the gigantic dent in the floor. Foolishness became my mantra as I dissolved, leaving for my own realm of Hell. *** Acting human was becoming exceedingly annoying. It was toilsome enough being the university know-all and librarian; I simply had to torture myself more by replacing an employee in the English department. It should be illegal for professors to become pregnant when they have classes to attend. I grimaced as I heard another group of girls speaking of me. Sexual restraint was not one of my strong points, even if desire was subdued in this ridiculous form. I easily found my way from the courtyard—or better called "gossip central"—to the lecture room, taking a seat at the bureau. Ten minutes to the start of class and students were already seated and waiting; how diligent. I opened the professor's planner, checking what they were discussing—modern junk, apparently a sort of love story from the prompts she wrote—and closed it just as quickly. This was going to be more boring than I thought. I would be glad to return to my own research afterward, continuing my slow trek through various sources, unreliable, reliable and useless alike. From what I had seen, I was beginning to doubt Azarias was completely mortal... My thoughts quickly shot out the window as I heard and smelt Azarias nearby. I sincerely hoped he was not in this room, at least not today; it would be too soon for me. Hope flew out the window, as well. Azarias walked into the room, throwing several pills of Excedrin into his mouth before glancing toward the front of the room; as soon as the redhead spotted me, he nearly turned around and walked out. He instead chose to glare at me as he sat, and continued to throughout the rest of the class, speaking not a word until the class was dismissed. It seemed he planned on staying, so I closed the door before leaning on the bureau in front of the room. "How is your hangover treating you, Mr. Dimitriadis?" "Save it, Rousseau." My, what a stupid name I chose; it sounded worse coming off of his lips. He displayed a stereotypical, redheaded rage as he approached my figure, causing me to sigh. He grabbed my jaw tightly, still glaring through heavy, dark lashes, forcefully joining our lips together. I couldn't stop the smirk from forming on my lips; even through his anger he couldn't help himself. My eye twitched unnoticeably as he bit my lip harshly. Still feisty, I see. "What in Hell are you doing here?" A sour look played across his face. "And here I believed you were happy to see me." I rubbed my eyes before removing those accursed contact lenses from them and tossing them; they were useless once I was upset or aroused anyway. "My attempts to stay near but far from you are just failing with each day." I grabbed Azarias by the waist, pulling him closer. "I'm putting your life at risk; your life in danger would be of no use to this one." My teeth scraped gently along the side of his neck. "What...? What the hell are you talking about? Hairball again?" His hands played with my hair, rubbing my scalp gently. "You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" My pupils changed to slits as I inhaled his scent. "All I figure is you're a creepy bastard with sexual insecurities. I just figured you had ED as well or something like tha—argh!" I flipped him onto the desk with ease, one of my hands grasping his calf and the other lying on his chest. "What the fuck is your problem?!" He stared into my eyes, bewildered; he looked like he was beginning to understand though. "You clearly do not understand the situation you are placing me in." The hand I left on his chest lowered to the hem of his t-shirt, snaking my way under to rub the nubs at his breast. My redhead yelped as I pinched one and turned my head to the left, slowly licking a line from his ankle to his calf. "You're a bastard, you know?" He let out a small gasp and kicked my side with his free leg. "Why do you look like that?" I laughed at his kick, earning a scowl. "A failed attempt at keeping you safe, once again. Would you rather," I paused as I began to shift to my true form, nipping at his calf with my fangs. "I stayed like this, having contact with you in public, scaring those around you?" "Good point. But seriously, now is not the time to be fu—" CLAP. "Hey!" He scowled again, a blush creeping across his cheeks. I was having a hard time keeping my tail to myself; my tail smacked his backside before I could think better of it. I caressed the inside of his thigh, an unvoiced apology. He sighed, relaxing into the touch; despite his protests, his scent was thick with arousal, which in turn caused me to harden. My tail lowered to his developing erection from his thigh, his hips bucking from the touch. "Fuck, I won't go to class today." "Oh, you still have class?" I moved away slightly, my tail moving from between his legs. Azarias attempted to sit up, only then noticing his backside was not on the bureau and was supported by nothing. His hands reached for my waist instead, grabbing the jeweled chains on my shendyt and fauld. "You're not going anywhere." He looked up at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes. I smirked with full fangs. "And how do you believe you will keep me here, with you?" My hand lowered to the prominent bulge in his jeans again, squeezing tightly. My redhead twisted his hips sweetly as he moaned; writhing beneath me already. He wrapped his left leg around my waist, pulling me closer, my groin flush against his denim-covered ass—at least, as close as he could get it, considering the fauld between us. Azarias groaned at the lack of contact. "I'll let you fuck me. Right now." He moaned loudly as I removed his arousal from beneath his jeans, humming in pleasure myself. I was pleased by his desire to please me. Although it was for his personal gain, it matter little; I fed off his desire anyway. Slowly, I slid my hand down to the base of his pulsing length and back up repeatedly, occasionally squeezing the head. I lowered my head, licking the small pearl that formed at the tip of his length. His body jerked, my elongated tongue wrapping around the head of his cock. "Aah... I love what you do to me." I quickly took the entirety of his length into my mouth and throat, eliciting a long cry from those beautiful, full lips of his. A small, timid knock came at the door, as well as a small female voice; I could have detected this earlier, but my nose was doused in my redhead's scent and my ears filled with his cries of joy. "Rias? Are you in there?" I furrowed my brow; I detested audiences when they weren't required. Surprisingly, my first thoughts were not threesome, but rather, LEAVE! "Fuck, Cadence, go to class without me." Azarias caught the hair spilling over my shoulder and whispered to me as I raised my head off his length. "Please, don't stop..." It would be cruel to leave him with such an erection. Regardless of what I thought was a valid reason to stay, the look in his eyes trapped me. I would play around with him, then. Dismiss your mortal. He broke into a small smile and sighed. I took in his length quickly, causing him to loudly cry out. "Fuck!" "I'm not leaving. I waited outside the building for you and I got all worried that something happened to you, like usually. What's going on in there?" She banged on the door again. She was too timid and proper enough to not open the door; by now she must have noticed this school didn't have locks for many of the class doors. "Uh..." His voice trailed as I inserted three fingers into his twitching portal, lubricated by the secretions from my own length that he seemed to like a bit much. With each prod of his prostate, my redhead couldn't help but curse. "I'm getting... my fucking leg fucking... ah... amputated!" Azarias arched his back and neck as I sped up my hand and my tongue flicked across the very tip of his length repeatedly. "Rias, this isn't funny! What's going on?" Oh, she would know soon enough. "Cadence..." He sighed and moaned as I sucked hard on this length, suckling noises becoming loud alongside the squelching sounds coming from his ass. "Just... Just... Oh god, I'm coming." My redhead's arm smacked the bureau as he grabbed the edge and cried out his release, every drop of his seed falling down my throat. "Rias?! Who are you sneaking around with? It can't be Kyun...!" My redhead whimpered as I continued to suck his cock and removed my fingers from inside of him, but chuckled soon after. Releasing him from my mouth, I arched a brow at my mortal, his forehead glistening with a bit of sweat; he was staring at my tail, the whole length of it swishing contentedly. I narrowed my eyes at him and raised his lower garments back to his waist. He stood off the bureau, leaning over and sticking his hand quickly under my shendyt and through the loincloth, as if I would stop him. He squeezed from the base to the tip of my length and removed his hand just as quickly. "Dude, you're practically leaking this... stuff..." His tongue slowly lapped up the liquid pooling in his hand, face becoming flushed again. I pulled my redhead up by his arm and stopped his licking; as much as he loved the taste of it, the last thing my mortal needed was a not-so-mild aphrodisiac in his system—that is, more than he probably already had from the fingering. I licked off his hand as the banging continued at the door. "It's lubricating secretions to ease my way into you." My mortal bit his lip tentatively; he was expecting me to bend him over the bureau. "But, for another time. Your lady friend is waiting for you." I noticed the banging stopped and a small quarrel started on the other side of the door. My redhead tensed as he heard a male voice; that would not do. I shifted back to my human guise, adjusting my pants as I moved. "Are you serious? He could be getting raped you just don't want to be rude? Stupid woman, move it!" As he placed his hand on the door knob, so did I, and pulled the door open forcefully as he pushed, the brunet's body falling into mine as I grabbed his arm. The girl, Cadence, stood at the opposite wall, strawberry blonde hair cut close to her face, green eyes wide with worry. "May I help you?" I looked down at the man whose face was plastered to my chest. His hazel eyes glared up at me before a smirk crossed his face, and he attempted to kick my side. He happened to be much too close for any success against me; I caught his leg and swept him onto the floor in one easy movement. "Kyun!" I nearly glared at the girl; I liked her more when she was banging on the door. "Shit, get the fuck off! Aren't you the guy from the library?" He attempted to kick me again. "You don't give up, do you?" I held down both the brunet's legs, his legs practically held wide; the poor thing was enjoying being beneath me too much; I could smell it. My mortal walked to my side, glaring down at the man beneath my grasp, fidgeting in his leathers. "Seuk-chul..." He sighed. "I told you to stay away from me, and I meant it. I'm not interested, alright?" "I'm afraid he was not paying much attention." As my redhead spoke, the brunet stared at the bulge in my slacks and licked his lips; if only he saw my actual size, not the sized-down human length this form kept. "Whatever. Just get going, you lech." I let myself be pulled up by Azarias. "It is of little consequence; we are done here." Seeing his confusion, I kissed my mortal gently. Later, my darkened one; call for me tonight when you are settled, or before then should something happen to you. He moaned as I nipped at his lip. "Alright," my mortal mumbled before picking up his bag and walking out the doorway. He seemed embarrassed as soon as he stepped out. "Well, Cadence, let's get going!" The blonde glared up at him before stepping on my mortal's foot, which I did not enjoy at all, despite the comical look on his face. "You're such a bad man, Rias! Sneaking around with the librarian! What if the dean happened to be around?" He yelped as he was dragged away by his lady friend. I glanced down at the Korean I dropped earlier. His eyes were still glued to my slacks. What a fool. I offered my hand to him, and as soon as he grasped it, I slammed his back into the wall, pinning his form with my own. "Heed my angel's warning; or you may lose something of great use to you." I squeezed and stroked his sprouting arousal through the tight leather he wore. "Have I made myself clear?" I lowered my lips to the brunet's ear and nibbled on it. "Oh god, yes." That probably had a double meaning. "Good." He began to hump my hand as I lowered my biting to his neck. So pitiful, like a fly in my hand. I could hear his thoughts running through his head loudly. Why can't I control myself? I'm acting like a whore and I can't stop myself... Poor thing, you never had a choice in the matter. You're just trapped in my web until I let you go. As his panting increased, I removed my hand and lips from his body. "But I never said I was giving you anything for it." I smirked at the lost look on his face I found after raising my head away from his neck. I moved away and walked out the door without another glance behind me. I had other things to worry about. When I returned home to my district of Hell, a letter awaited me on my bed, from my Lord. My tail coiled in vehemence as I read it; in honor of my return—which my Lord was upset that I did not report to Him immediately upon my return—He wishes me to host an orgy. Splendid. And when would I have the time for that nonsense now? I leaned back in the pool of dark sheets in my bed, pillows spread over most of it. How horrid and wonderful it was to be home again. I knew I had no choice in the matter; my Lord had written the letter Himself instead of having a slave listen to Him dictate, which meant He took this as a personal matter. I rolled over onto my stomach, beginning to doze off with thoughts of how I was going to keep myself away from Azarias long enough to host a night of hedonistic sin and debauchery. I had become very relaxed after a while, not noticing the hands on my back until they lowered to the base of my spine and caressed the skin right above the beginning of my tail, a loud purr forming in my chest. I instantly hardened; that just wasn't fair. And only one person knew how to do that to me. My tail jerked to either side of my hips, smacking away firm arms. "I thought I would help relax you." I nearly shuddered at the voice behind me. I rolled over, attempting to glare and failing miserably. Things were just not going too well for me today. "Welcome home, Daios." "Amaimon," I sighed, looking into brown eyes and touching fiery red hair like silk, caressing red skin that could appear black like my own. His black wings fluttered at the touch, several feathers falling. I closed my eyes and sighed again. I should not have come home. Familiar hands covered my erection and my back and neck arched, lips attaching themselves to my throat as I expected they would. It was like an old, mastered dance; even though it had been over a millennium since I last participated, it was a dance my body would continue to enjoy. I purred as his lips descended upon my own, my tongue not bothering to fight his. My purr turned into a growl as I felt Amaimon's hand stray behind my sac and continued further; my tail swatted away his arm. "Daios...?" The confused look on this demon's face bothered me just as much as when it was on my redhead's face; I wanted to kiss it away. "I have business to attend to." I quickly dissolved afterward, hearing his protests as I did. I appeared in Azarias' home as Rafé, sighing heavily. I did not need to return to my past; some things deserved to remain untouched again for eternity. But hearing his voice again could surely make me change my mind. Daios... The one time I need you more than you need me, you leave. I palmed my forehead for a moment and dragged my fingers through my hair. Are you afraid of being beneath me once again? Would I go back? Would I subject myself to the intense pleasure that would be had, writhing beneath the demon I no longer wished to be with? I did; I had little choice in the matter. Desire runs my life, and he had control over mine.