The chandelier in the room flickered, and the bright light dimmed to a warmer colour. Two candles appeared at the bedside tables of the large four-poster that carl had woken up on. Their flames flickered alive, just as the candles at the ritual had. Carl swallowed the spit in his throat as Malachi took his hand and led him over gently. "You can relax your wings duckling, we've made the contract, there's nothing to fear," the demon grinned in an attempt to look friendly, but the tusks poking from his lips made it awkward.
Carl couldn't help but chuckle as the giant fumbled over himself trying to look less intimidating. Carl found it endearing, even as heard his own heartbeats loud in his ears. He took a deep breath of air in to try and relax himself. He shook out his wings and crawled onto the bed, hesitating for a moment before lying on his back with his wings fanned out behind him, near paralyzed with fear. The demon smirked again, regaining his regality as he rested his arms on the top of the canopy frame, leaning forward. "Good boy, have you made yourself comfortable? Ready?" he purred.
The way he spoke had carl all jittery and nervous again, "Do i-it," he mumbled, looking away. Malachi grinned, standing back from the canopy and crawling inside, "As you wish princess," he traced his clawed fingers around the waistband of carl's silk pants. Carl felt the slightest friction and his head snapped down, the demon smirked. Malachi took the drawstring into his claws, just toying with it. He smiled at carl before leaning down and pulling it apart with his teeth.
If carl hadn't been previously interested, he definitely was now.
Malachi grabbed the hem of carl's pants with one hand and tugged them the rest of the way off, revealing carl's hot skin to the cool air of the room, cock terribly hard as it sprang to attention. The avian shivered, but with the way the demon stared at him, he was easily lured back to compliance, hooked to see what the demon did next.
The demon chuckled, extending one clawed finger to push carl's dick down just to watch it bob back up again. It was embarrassing, and carl hated how vulnerable he felt under the other's gaze. He was completely exposed to Malachi's whims and he was visibly aroused. Carl hid his face in one arm, he felt his wings fluttering stupidly beneath him, giving away his excitement. The demon toyed with his dick again, as if carl's embarrassment was amusing to him. He hummed low in his throat, "Look how excited you are darling, I can smell it in the air. You'll get over your discomfort shortly, don't worry my little angel," he said with another quiet laugh.
Carl kept his face covered, feeling the tips of his ears burning red. He tried to maintain a morsel of his self-respect but then he felt something slip underneath his foreskin, sliding to wrap around his dick. He nearly screamed at the contact, he gritted his teeth and jolted in place, his arm reflexively moving so he could see what the fuck was going on.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and stared down at the demon. Malachi had his clawed hands splayed out on carl's hips, supporting himself as he bent forward to wrap his tongue around the avian's cock. His pink hair spilled over, tickling carl's stomach and the sides of his thighs as Malachi continued to ravel his tongue around carl's dick as though it were a snake. The demon's tongue was long- extremely so- and pointed. Name:
Malachi's face was obscured by his position but carl could tell that he was amused by his squirming.
His tongue slid around lazily, wrapping around carl's cock twice before the tip disappeared under his foreskin, toying with it in a way that made carl squirm at the feeling. The pressure was almost overwhelming, it was something entirely different than anything that carl would have ever had the pleasure of doing to himself. Malachi's tongue constricted around him and carl felt his elbows give out from underneath him. He fell backwards into the plush pillows of the bed and whimpered at the feeling.
