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A god. That's how every one of Douma's cult saw him. His kaleidoscopic eyes brought luck and peace to the heavy souls that met him, paying the little price of sacrifice in return. He adored being adored and adored even more to see as the fool humans gave their all to him, willingly. He held power over everyone, except for him. A mere human.
(y/n) didn't seem impressed by anything Douma would do, not even miracles. He didn't have adoration in his irises when he looked at the demon, nor fear. It was as if he was simply looking at another human. It was infuriating.
(y/n) got to his temple alongside another, a woman. She was running from someone, he was protecting her and the growing life inside of her. Douma wasn't sure of what was their relationship, but still took them under his wing.
Kotoha was a stunning-looking woman, her long dark hair wavering like a veil behind her as she walked, and even in her pregnant state, she still seemed to glow. (y/n) didn't have much expression aside from what Kotoha made him express.
How could someone be so extremely protective over another, Douma couldn't understand. He was beyond feelings such as care and love. But jealousy was still a vivant sentiment.
He was jealous of how (y/n) looked at Kotoha the way his followers looked at him; with adoration. She was the only one he would look at that way. But it shouldn't be like that. Douma saved them from the hunger, the cold, and the misery of having nowhere to go. (y/n) should kneel and see him like a god. Nothing less.
So why was he the one begging?
It started quite suddenly, in fact. In a day like any other, he saw himself entangled in a thread of pure ecstasy, and good feelings, thrust after thrust, one that he got addicted to. So addicted he would do anything to feel again, including begging. And in the center of it; (y/n).
- P-Please, please... hah... I do anything, just- - He pauses, in between breaths of pleasure and pain. - Please, I just want to... to release.
Humming in acknowledgment, (l/n) let go of the demon's dick, that was so painfully under his tight grip, and immediately, sperm spilled out of it, in excited waves. He gave what Douma wanted, and yet, he whined in disappointment.
- N-No... y-you- - He ruined the male's orgasm in an epic manner.
After almost an hour of constant stimulation and a pendent climax, the fact that (y/n) just let him cum, doing exactly what he asked for, with no further ado, no other feeling, made Douma feel a pitiful attempt of an orgasm only. He needed more.
