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D’angelo Point Of View:

“Armaros, you’ve got the cake mix all over your lips.”

I soothed my lover while he cuddled close to me on our bed munching on uncooked cake mix. I wasn’t surprised by his diet since it was quite common for demons to have odd cravings and this raw combo so happened to be his only escape from shitting himself as we sat watching the horror film ‘Saw’.

“H-humans watch the craziest t-things,” Armaros’s lips folded when he finally turned around burrowing himself in a arch position inside the pile of pillows beside us giving me the perfect view of his bubble butt as he reached for the black control and eagerly shut off the television with a belonged hesitant sigh, “You know what um- could be better than this?”

My gaze softened when he turned around snuggling back into our cotton sheets where our bundled bodies laid in peace looking up at me with his sparkling, promising, onyx coloured eyes. I gave him a look of awaitance along with a tug of my lips just by admiring my other half.

A drop of his childish and comforting expression rippled throughout his frail figure and broke all movement in the past lively room. My perfected Armaros now looked hauntingly with slight indents of his now bleeding lips as he bit down anxiously on them, a death glare that made my tight wrap around his waist slightly loosen and his claws ripping at the blankets as if waiting for me to slip out a bit of fear.

“I-If you can lock me up like the helpless humans, please?”

My consciousness sank under my skin after the reappearing memory of my evening flashed throughout my routinely peaceful dreams. I felt drenched in cold sweat as every inch of my body gathered itself trying to adapt to my sudden awakened state. Not to mention the hefty presence that remained atop of me that refused to bring a halt to its active pressing and rubbing against my lower area that was currently led to with a neat cut, dark happy trail.

A harsh moan from gripping the pleasure around me unconsciously escaped.

I heard soft murmuring, deep groaning not following too far behind from the thing above me that began to send sparks throughout the air with it continuously grinding onto my thick hardened cock that strained in the tight fitting of my grey boxers.

It took less than a second for my blurred pupils to get past a clear view of the heated scene taking place in the dimmed bedroom; only then realising the missing figure that never left my side when we slept like wild bears in hibernation under our countless marvel blankets which not to mention were now tarnished to the cold tiled ground.

Then my eyes didn’t hesitate to catch my white feathered wings that had secondly made their way out and were now surrounding my body which was being propped by two pillows.

And then him.

The remainder of the scrapped up memory from our shared evening hit me. Armaros had given me that provocative question that stirred every blood vessel in my body, ‘If you can lock me up’. The sentence repeated itself shamelessly throughout my mind in the moment, my cheeks tinted along with a mischief filled tug of my lips just sinking into the reality of what my innocent demon wanted.

I was a slave for his love ever since we met and no part of my soul delayed of giving him what he wanted, we’d went to sleep but not after I had sinked three vibrating treasures he’d picked up from an un-named store from his relentless online shopping but the real prize of it all was the metal sport fucker.

I had promised myself I’ll have fuck him trough the mattress later just because of my jealousy of the pieces of plastic, just to show him who was better. I really needed to be more mature. I was the angel prince after all.

“Thank you, D’angelo.” He had whispered, a small smile and blush covering over him as he fell asleep in all his glory sinking into my muscled hand that rested on his ass, the tip of the metal object suggled itself into the reddened mushroom tip of his semi-erection joining its pleasurable punishments with the vibrating colourful devices that sealed his lubed hole. Armaros’s velvet tail had itself wrapped around my hand and torso while tracing the smallest features of my body with the pointed tip.

I still didn’t know how he could portray such an innocent demeanour even with him situated like a little incubus, he wasn’t far from it too.

But now I was facing the erotic consequences of obeying his orders with the early wakened and aroused creature gripping it’s hands on my legs on the sheet while they propped themself right above my currently infused balls in order to collide their constrained length onto mines with lustful determination. Just the differences between our species were sending sparks of energy; one time it even set the mattress ablaze due to my active possessiveness and need I put into imbedding myself in him which led to us both avoiding going that far for weeks.

But of course that was impossible, it was D’angelo, the erotic unrestrained Angel you were dealing with.

Yet now I was sent into waves of astonishment because my pure little demon was bouncing above me in a heated whimpering mess, his teeth pulling the left side of his plump bruised lips and his pretty long eyelash covered eyes making contact with my hooded moss coloured ones filling them with the needful tender bond we shared.

“A-angelo, take it off they- Haahhh~ It’s too m-much!” Amaros sobbed, jutting his shivering body against mine as he tilted his head back, his hands clawing deeper into my knee caps. I felt the aggressive vibration of the toys sinked deeply inside him on the skin to skin contact of our raging irritated cocks. He needed to release himself and I; I needed most to get in his warmth yet I wasn’t going to throw away this moment so quickly just like that. I hadn’t even remembered putting the toy that high, my little demon was acting like an animal in heat.

“Shhhh, you’re such an obedient boy for me Amaros. Keeping them inside of you like you promised until I’d take them all out of your delectable body and finish you off,” I cooed in the seductive manner he always crumbled down for, “But no, no I’m breaking my promise. You’re going to make me cum all over you, again then again until you break the lock.”

“W-wait! What- h-how!” With his head now pulled forward to face me, my hand roamed itself onto his trembling lips and then into his mouth raising the tip of his lip to reveal his sharp fangs.

Amaros knew better than to disobey so he didn’t as he released a deep moan of lust pulling his hands that rested behind him to cling to my built chest with his index and middle finger beside my nipples. With a quick glance back up to me only earning soft blush from either of us and a bite of his fully wounded lips, the needy creature rammed himself back against me making me release a deep groan of pleasure as I watched his face turn in naughty delight as he looked down with shame at his work.

I felt everything, the sweat of his body mixing into mines with our movements, the ripplied sheets beneath us ruffling back and forth while it reeked of small sparks that took its form from our love, the cold metal of the lock grazing against my now bare veiny cock and then his spiked devil shaped tail which surrounded both of our erections manly focusing on mine as it tightied itself and swarmed around it while pulling back at the sensitive skin.

Fuck I love this man so much.

Suddenly my focus on the magic that was being created between our lengths was pulled away with a ruff upwards tug of my coal tinted hair where I was met with the flushed face though surprisingly serious eyes that came from Armaros.

“I want you to look at me, D’angelo.”

The demon had me pulled closer enabling our foreheads to reach while he absolutely demolished my enlarged sensitive cock, his words sent an immediate ripple of cum to spurt outwards covering both of our heavy breathing torsos and the disturbing moan I let out into the sex filled air as my wings covered us completely hiding any remaining light to be diminished from our view. Yet I could still see the clear substance of my release that pelted onto his dream-like bronze skin, drooling itself all over his nipples and chest to then leak down to his abs and groan; his back now outwards as he tried to gather himself.

“Shit-” I hissed but was stopped with another pair of lips covering my desperate ones. A loud shatter clicked in the air bringing the boy above me to hover back slightly leaving a small trail of saliva between us.

The cock lock was cracked in pieces. I growled lowly as the defeat dug itself into me.

“Again and again, remember?”

The demon whimpered, trailing his hands to the destroyed object and within a blink the metal piece was intact again.

Damn, I really think he’s in heat.