The heat might not have been so bad if it was dry. And at least Lust had pavement instead of just dirt. But the knowledge that the demon pulling you along could stop and try to fuck you at any moment was...
How DO I feel about this? I'm not... I mean, I'm not completely opposed to it... he gave me fair warning... but I was so sure he was going to do something serious back there...
"You know I can hear your thoughts, don't you?" Anti asked you, glaring back over his shoulder. His frown was deep. "Don't make this any harder for me than it is; I'd love to bend you over and make you shut the fuck up with my cock, trust me." Your cheeks burned, and so did your gut.
You tried your damnedest to stop that sort of thinking, but you had to admit: for a demon, Anti was an awfully good-looking one.
Eventually the green-haired demon dropped his grip on your wrist, wincing as he did so. At this point, so far into the circle, it was getting harder and harder to walk. Hell, it was just getting harder. His mind was total chaos, wanting only to satisfy his neediness. Wanting only to use you.
But a more sane part of Anti knew damn well that it was just Lust, that it was how the circle worked. He had expected it, though not the intensity of the pressing thoughts.
In short, he had never been so excited. Not even when taking another soul from a human; and for Anti, that meant a great deal.
Slowly he stopped walking, sinking down to his knees and clutching his head. Your own head was pounding from the heat, but you stopped and watched the demon sink. Suddenly, without warning, he screamed into the emptiness. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT. UP!!!" You knew he wasn't screaming about you, at least.
Was it painful, to resist the urge that the circle was giving him? Clearly it was, but to what extent was still a mystery.
But what the hell can I do about it?
You had an inkling, but you hesitated. You weren't so sure about being... intimate with a demon. Certainly not one like Anti.
Still...
Frowning a little, watching him screaming into the nothingness, you knelt beside him. Slowly, quite obviously hesitant even more, you reached between his legs, stroking what felt like an awfully thick length.
Abruptly he moaned, and then shoved you away. "WhAT tHe FUCK aRe YoU DoiNG?!" the demon screeched, getting to his feet.
You flinched back, standing up as well. "I'm sorry, I just thought--"
"YoU thOuGHt WHAT? ThAT You COulD hElP Me?! YOu sTuPId BitCh!!" His words were cutting and for the first time in days you felt tears stinging your eyes. Exasperated, Anti sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "You can't help me," he spoke, considerably more gently. "This is just what Lust does."
Wiping the tears from your face you took a deep breath, wanting to speak but not finding the right words. What could you say? That you were willing to let this demon fuck you if it meant that he could move on easier?
That seems like a pretty flimsy excuse...
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You went on walking, Anti close behind you with his head down. Every so often he would wince and groan, his breathing labored. Every time you would stop and wait for his urges to pass.
I have to do something. The longer we stay here the worse he gets.
"I cAn HeaR yOU, BiTch," the demon's voice garbled. His glitching was out of control, his body would not remain still. "KEep wAlkINg. IgNOre mE."
And if I don't?
"What's the next circle?" you asked him gently. Perhaps talking would get his mind off of his thoughts.
He swallowed hard. "Gluttony."
"And how do you think it'll affect you?"
"We don't eat. Demons don't eat," he responded, sullen. At least your incessant chatter was a distraction. "So chances are it won't... urgh... do AnyTHinG."
Heaving a sigh you stopped and turned around, grabbing the demon by the shoulders and forcing him to stop, as well. Anti glared but made no complaint; he looked to be more exhausted than you were. "This is getting ridiculous. If you won't do anything, then I will," you spoke quietly, dropping down to your knees.
"Bitch, what the fuck do you think you're do--"
The rest of his words died in a groan as you stroked him slowly. His hands clenched into fists and snapped open again, as though he wanted to choke you but refrained from doing so.
Turning red you unclasped his pants, tugging them down until he was exposed. The demon was already beginning to drip at just the barest of attention to him. You stroked a little rougher, squeezing every so often; every time he would groan once more. Anti's head had dropped back, for once completely at someone else's mercy. It felt too good, he didn't want to stop you. Not this time.
Your tongue lapped at the head as your hand moved, and the demon's hands found your hair, tugging at it in a not-so-unfriendly manner. "Go on, bitch," he growled softly, "swallow."
He was thicker than your throat would allow at first but you took a deep breath, sliding him down to the base. His nails dug into your scalp as you sucked eagerly, stroking whatever you couldn't fit. After about a minute he thrust his hips, making you pull back and cough hard, eyes watering. "Bitch, why'd you fucking stop?!" he cried loudly, still gripping your hair, trying to pull you back, needing your mouth.
"You're too fucking thick, that's why!!" you swore back at him, in mild shock over what you had been doing. Your heart raced at the mere thought of having a demon turn to putty in your hands, how eager he had been.
No... it's not just me, he... I... I think I want this demon.
