{RESQUESTS OPEN}Smut One Shots (Detailed)

(2) Corvus

Corvus x Female reader

A year later
I scream as I slam the door shattering the glass. My boss can rot in hell. Firing me because I refused to fuck him. I grit my teeth walking to my room ripping off my tight intrusive clothes and throw them on the floor before marching to my shower turning it on.

I step into the boiling embrace of the water sighing in painful bliss. "Fuck this shit. I wanted more with my pathetic life." I glare at the shower wall whimpering softly as that memory flashes threw my mind again.

"Corvus.. please.. don't stop.. I need you.." I bite my lip as I press my back against the cold shower wall. I watched as that stunning masculine body sauntered into the bathroom smirking.

"Already needing more kitten?" His princely cock already rock hard and standing to please me. His strides where long and confident, watching me like a predator in heat.

Playing the captive prey I giggle pressing closer to the wall putting my hands out in front of myself as a shield. "Please.. don't hurt me~! I can't take anymore~!" I bite my lip softly looking up at those crimson eyes from below my innocent lashes.

In a moment his large, very skilled, hand pinned my wrists above my head harshly denting the tile of the shower wall a soft whimper escaping my lips. "What are you going to do to me, my capture~?"

His growl was low and purely animalistic. "I am going to do with you as I please~" Pressing his hips against my stomach, throbbing against my smaller form. Pride washing over me that I have so much effect on this beast, the ability to drive him crazy with lust.

He ravaged my body with his free hand grabbing and pulling roughly as my sensitive tits, licking at biting at the felt marking it with his fangs. He was devouring me fully, and I didn't have the strength to oppose.

It was everything I wanted, everything I need. Completely defenseless domination. I let him have his way with me, only giving playful protests to edge on that justly beast within him.

I whimper softly at the memory coming down from the high. I couldn't help put run my fingers threw the wetness forming on my aching core. He was right that morning he left.. I crave him.. "Corvus.. your driving my crazy.." I whisper to myself as I wash up and get out.

These fantasy's.. no these memories.. they where a pleasant distraction from my horrid life and all it's dreads. He was an amazing distraction.

I pull on my clothes with a soft sigh walking to my room throwing myself onto my bed. I often thought what would be so bad about loosing my humanity.

It would be worth losing to see everyone who has hurt me suffer at the hand of my own personal sex god of a demon. Not to mention the kinky benefits.

It crossed my mind if he was under my control, I could demand he break the contract with no harm to myself. "Hmm.. Corvus~ My own personal sex demon~?" That doesn't sound so bad.

I stare at the place beside my bed where he was laying a year or so ago. For a while I tried to imagine it was just a dream. But I could not lie to myself, I knew he was real.

I knew he was hungry. A monster. I was simply prey to him. But the thought of the chase made my stomach swirl pleasantly. I lay there wondering what he could be doing now.

Biting my lip I sit up and take out a notebook looking over a summons spell. Perhaps, I could summon him just to question him?

Sitting the notebook on my bed I go to my kitchen to grab the needed supplies and walk back. Sitting the small knife on the bed and grabbing the pure sea salt I create a pentagram drawing the old symbols for a summons.

I undress and put on a modest pair of underwear and a bra. Grabbing the knife and note book I kneel into the salt causing a painful sting to my skin. Looking over the Latin words I think them threw making sure I pronounce them correctly.

Fac preceptum meum et veni ad preceptum meum. Ego te voco Corvus.
Hunc sanguinem sume sacrificium pro tempore tuo, et mercedem pro inscia voluntate mea.

Chanting this softly I drag the blade across the soft palm of my hand flinching harshly, watching as the blood pours from my hand onto the white salt. Looking around I waited. An uneasy feeling creeping onto my skin.

I sat there a good twenty minutes before I felt stupid for trying. How foolish was I to think I could summon a demon? Sighing softly I stood my knees bloody from kneeling in the salt and the wound on my hand clumpy with drying blood.

I felt light headed and sick to my stomach quickly I went to the shower washing the blood off leaving on my underwear's just in case. I felt uneasy and nervous, and very foolish.

I watch and grimace as I watch the blood peel off my flesh. The crimson liquid reminding me of his eyes. I'm sure he would be mockingly smirking at me now if he had seen what a fool of myself I have made.

I hear the bathroom door open, but knowing I am alone at home I must not have realized what the sound meant as I stare at the bloody wound that kept oozing crimson blood.

As the shower door smashes open my heart drops and I freeze feeling his eyes on me. He came. "Goodness what a mess you have made of yourself." I feel his smirk as he speaks, suddenly grabbing my wrist bringing my blood hand to his lips.

"Such a shame to waist." I watch as his long pointed tongue slips from behind those smirking lips to lap at my wound. The contrast of my dark blood against his milky white skin was startling.

I could do nothing but stare as he licked and sucked at the wound, making it worse than it already was. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing the pain he was causing.

"Come now pet. Why have you summoned me?" He demanded grabbing my wrist tight enough to leave bruises.