The look in his black eyes was intense enough to have killed you. He had been on the edge for so damn long, and you had the audacity to pull away? He swallowed hard and shoved you backwards angrily. By now the circle had taken over completely, and he wanted one thing. Just one.
"Anti, look, I'm sorry, but that was my first--"
His expression silenced you. You were only interfering with his needs. What you needed to do was to shut up and let him have his way, couldn't you fucking see that? As you stood back up he watched you with a deep frown. Then, still saying nothing, he slowly fell to his own knees in front of you. What was he doing? "Anti--"
"For ONCE in your life, shut the fuck up," he muttered, undoing your jeans for the second time and sliding them down past your hips. There was a scent there, between your legs; he didn't know if you were aware, but it was beyond intoxicating. He himself was still throbbing, needing attention selfishly, but Anti ignored it in favor of tasting your flesh. His fingers pried you open, tongue slowly lapping up the juice you were secreting. His eyes slowly closed, reveling in just the taste.
You, on the other hand, had to lean over and use his shoulders for support, whining as you did so. Was this what he wanted? Did it matter? His tongue swirled inside you before pulling back out, planting a kiss to your entrance. The tip of his pointed tongue circled your clit in slow, lazy motions that made you squirm. "A-Anti, oh g-god...."
He still said nothing, opting instead to pump his fingers into you. He would make you feel the same pain that you had done to him, bringing you to the edge and pull away at the last second. Sure enough, all at once, when your outcries were almost too much for him to hear he stood back up, wiping his mouth. "We should get going."
With a whine you collapsed to the ground, your knees giving way and your legs squeezing together. It felt like a lava pit there, and he had put you on the verge of the heat exploding before he pulled away.
This... asshole...
Anti merely smirked. "How do you like it, then, bitch? Edging me like I just did to you? And when we're stuck in Lust, no less... you must really have a death wish."
"A-An...ti..." you managed, looking up at him with a pleading expression he wasn't used to seeing. "P-please... j-just fuck me...."
"...... no. We need to get moving. Now get your fucking ass up and walk." Hell, did it hurt to refuse your begging. But the demon wasn't exactly accustomed to hearing such words spoken, directed right at him. It wasn't helping the situation; he knew that if you two of you remained in Lust for much longer, you would never be able to leave.
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Both of you were shaky, though the demon would hardly have admitted it. You walked in silence, the two of you having had to take a moment to fix your clothing back in order before you could start to move.
But the silence was terrible. And the burning heat the both of you were feeling was only made the worse without some sort of distraction. One of you had to break.
In the end, it wasn't you. Anti snatched your shoulders as you walked past another ruined building, shoving you against the wall. Hands at your hips he forced you into grinding again, pinning you to the wall, legs hooked around his waist.
In turn you grabbed the demon's head, kissing him as roughly as he could have hoped for. Anti bit at your lower lip before trailing his tongue back down your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and leaving his mark.
The grinding was incessant but just what the two of you needed; you began to whimper as the lava pit roared into life again. The demon was growling on his own, now biting at your neck. His hands slid from your hips to your backside, pulling you in harder still, grinding more insistently.
Panting, Anti soon settled you down onto the ground again. He still hadn't cum but he had no strength to hold you up against the wall for the time being. "Strip," he demanded, already undoing his own pants. "Let me fucking see you."
You did as you were commanded, face turning a fiery shade of red as you did. He groaned, running his hands along your curves before promptly shoving his fingers deep inside, pumping and watching you mewl and squirm. You were struggling to stay on your feet, so the demon worked you until you collapsed again. He then fell to his knees as well, lifting your legs onto his shoulders and shoving his way inside of you.
It was nothing like it had been with your demonic boyfriend. With him there had been no love, it was simply a means to an end. But here, with the strange, glitchy demon above you, you realized that you actually needed him. Your nails dug into his back, drawing blood as he thrust, but this only encouraged him to go harder. He slid easily, almost too easily, and your heat was unbearable. Anti let his head fall back as he pulled you into each thrust, letting your whimpers and mewling wash over him. You were crying. Crying for him. And being so caught up in Lust, that was what he wanted.
Neither of you lasted much longer, both climaxing at nearly the same moment. But while you merely screamed out his name, Anti clawed his nails into his throat, wanting that delicious pain-and-pleasure feeling. He drew blood, though not nearly as much as he would have had he used his blade. But such thoughts were lost on him, the demon just wanted you. Panting he pulled away with a groan; he might have just cum but he realized that he could easily have gone for a second round. "C-come on," he groaned, struggling to put himself back in order and onto his feet. "We NEED to move."
"Wh-why?" Your entire body shook from the intensity of your orgasm, and from the embarrassment that went with it. Had you actually screamed his name?
"Because I don't fucking want to be trapped here forever! That's still a fucking possibility, you know. I could be trapped here, and never let you leave."
